Phil Elverum, a.k.a. the best thing that’s ever happened
to music, has just released the first track off his upcoming album, Clear Moon. Both the album and its forthcoming companion LP, Ocean Roar, were recorded at The Unknown, Elverum’s new recording studio (a “de-sanctified church” in Anacortes, WA). Hear how it all sounds in “House Shape,” and look for Clear Moon on May 22 via P.W. Elverum & Sun.
• P.W. Elverum & Sun: http://www.pwelverumandsun.com
“Live at Fountain Art Fair” [03.10.12]
The only proper way to fist pump is with your pinky stiff to the sky. Now, I’ll say this until 2013, but this is the year of mixtapes and straight bass (IMO)! Here, instead of drone or bathdub or doom, Bass Control (a.k.a. Dennis Sebayan, not sybian) subtly crushes a non-stop grind of bass-pops for the avant-garde found art community. But that was just an occasion (full of Pioneer DJM-900NEXUS love and acoustical airplane hanger resonating echos). As soon as the warmth hits, Bass Control rips through the winter-window plastic covers and drags ya out the apartment, dancing and screaming. And he don’t give a fuck; he’ll serve the whole NYC progressive house community with rays of FUCK YOU LET’S DANCE. Ain’t no smoke and mirrors. Just straight jam. Check it, this set ends because of recording issues. Bass Control is never finished. What’s that? A slice of Miami? At Ultra Music Festival this weekend? Yeah, brahhh. Bringing that NYC to Miami on the Eco Village stage starting at 7 PM to keep your Saturday night moving. Oh, you won’t stop? Mia Lounge from noon to 5 AM will continue to wick and light ya ass on Sunday.
• Bass Control: http://www.facebook.com/pages/DJ-Bass-Control/300727791199
• Creator Entertainment: http://creatorentertainment.com
Lithic Fragments [excerpt]
Daggg, sleeper hit! I purchased the Tigerbitch and Sudden Oak cassettes off Brunch Groupe and to this Lithic Fragments came too, and it’s way full of win. I mean, to the naked listener, this sounds like being naked listening to music. But if you listen for awhile, closely or not, you’ll hear bends and wobbles, rhythms forming and disintegrating, and tones that’ve always been and never heard. Lithic Fragments is quite the journey through sound and patience. What’s this? Fucking heat into sound? Also, the tape is in foil, so be careful not to scrape it (like I did) on the inside of your portable. Actually, that’s the only problem I see with Lithic Fragments. Other than that, it made my shelf. One. Long. Steady…
• Brunch Groupe: http://www.brunchgroupe.com
One Hitter Wonders: A Collection of Song Poems [preview]
Ever thought of writing a song for a bunch of lo-fier musicians? Well, this is pretty much it. The project launched in the winter, I believe. On Culture Dealer. Which, I wrote an e-mail to the dude (who’s this dude) when the idea launched, axing him if it’d be solid to write a Chocolate Grinder post for this collection, and then turn the post into a song ON the collection. Awesome idea, right? Your response will be as loud and clear to me as his was. ‘_’ At least he made a solid business model and gave it a slick title: One Hitter Wonders: A Collection of Song Poems. But, I mean, $7 a song, and then it’s sold later as a $5 collection cassette? That’s brilliant. Blows Bored Fortress and split tape clubs out of the water. Feel free to scope what other listeners have to say on One Hitter Wonders: A Collection of Song Poems. Bottom line: it’s a funny idea!
• Culture Dealer: http://culturedealer.com
“Step Right Up”
Back in the hollowed days of 1998, a little band by the name of Sonic Youth played at the Fillmore in San Francisco. Opening for the hallowed indie rock pioneers were these guys — a bay area noise-rock band by the name of rRope. It was their last show, and it’s a damn shame, because the California outfit are experts in the art of taking a little bit of pent-up energy, mixing it with whooshing guitar wails, and unleashing it on unsuspecting eardrums.
“Step Right Up” ditches the fancy effect pedals and amps for what can only be described as the liberation of noise-rock. The neutrino-fast riffs and bare-bones noise do what a $1500 doodad wishes it could, all set to a raging drum beat. It’s a lean track, coming in at two and a half minutes, but it’s enough to whet the appetite of any My Bloody Valentine or Swans fan. Consider it a letter-bomb from the 90s: unapologetic, urgent, and undeniably catchy.
• Deathbomb Arc: http://deathbombarc.com
Crumbling Portals [excerpt]
The entire Crumbling Portals cassette is the OST to when I walk away from family or friends going ape-shit on service/retail employees. It’s like when someone a little heavy gets wedged between two things, and you’re thinking, “If only they went on a walk a few times a week, wouldn’t be in this mess.” That’s why I started working out recently. Aggression gets weirder the more stagnant a situation becomes.
Back to this: here is the service/retail employee, and here’s the consumer. Here is one yelling at the other saying, “okay.” Here is the other at the same place 40 hours a week. Here is all the new technology that people have bought up. Here is the empty stockroom shelf. Here is the end of a day. Here is the person this effected the most. Here is the Crumbling Portals cassette from the latest batch on Retrograde Tapes.