Upon entering the invisibly walled tower, metallic-cylindrical spires spiral infinitely upward. Following further inside, one’s gaze becomes dilated, leaving peripheral images smeared in erratic motion. At its base, the tower’s support is evolving, as you would perceive grapes in purple juice. And someone is snapping or tapping, trying to stabilize the foundation’s, but do they? Directions for improvement are echoing throughout the tower in an almost accidentally delayed vocal harmony. More voices perpetuate messages, but nothing understandable emerges. Vibrations swelter, base-beating halts, and the invisible walls “Melt” into everything unseen. I don’t know. Maybe.
Kublai Khan adds, “Why do you speak to me of the base? It is the voice that matters to me.”
Marco Polo answers, “Without base there is no voice.”
BIG LOVE RECORDS states, “[Pre-order] BIGLOVE031 Sapphire Slows Melt 7-inch.”
Britt Brown is all like, “I’m also obsessed with this Sapphire Slows girl we’re doing a debut 12-inch by [November 8th]. She’s amazing.”
One of of L.A.’s strongest noise staples, Robedoor, have just produced another out-of-this-world record entitled Too Down To Die. Working with Not Not Fun (who under the influence of Robedoor’s own Britt Brown are really pumping out loads of fresh goodness these days), the trio is continuing on the road to more rock-oriented psychedelia, with throbbing drums and floating guitars gradually catching up to their signature synth-powered drones. More than ever, Robedoor seem to be operating with a song form in mind, and the new recording features more vocals to prove it. Side A contains a single 22:30 minute track called “Parallel Wanderer.” It is clearly the masterpiece of the album, traversing through endless electric sludge into a slow-burning stoner-rock chant and ending with rather lighthearted guitar riffs that seem to float on for hours, until a stark reality-checking finish. The album ends with the track featured above, “Afterburners” (possibly a nod to their previous full-length album, Burners?), which keeps Robedoor’s dark and downer mantra front and center while exploring a rock ‘n’ roll style hinting at a nostalgic late-60s scuzz and mumble.
Too Down To Die is available now through Not Not Fun.
• Not Not Fun: http://notnotfun.com
“MMWIII-PHURBA” is taken from ZS’ This Body Will Be A Corpse, a newly released set of songs that come on this nifty little device called a Playbutton (via Parte), which is literally a button that you can (and will!) wear on your shirt. The album, if you can call it that (I can, because I’m a pathetic reifying music journalist), is part of ZS’ post-New Slaves “holy trinity,” which also includes the recently released Sky Burial on Words+Dreams and a double 7-inch called “33” on Northern-Spy (read more about the releases here).
Oh, and speaking of release parties (what?), there’s a private anniversary party to celebrate Parte’s one-year existence (and six months of selling Playbuttons). Yes, it’s private. But founding member Sam Hillmer has graciously offered TMT readers a chance to get on the list. All you have to do is email email@example.com. The show, which includes performances by ZS, Bubbles, Bow Ribbons, Black Branches, and Hess Is More, will take place in NY on September 28. Email ZS to get on the list and for location info. This is only available to the first 20 people, so get on that!
And last but not least, we have an interview with Sam Hillmer here. It’s a fantastic read.
“Pollen on the Brow”
From the new batch set to release on good ol’ Digitalis Ltd., we have foggy girl voices and dried seed-pod shakers cloaked in a synth mist. You may remember Inez Lightfoot from her fairly recent split with the equally lovely Je Suis Le Petit Chevalier on Stunned (RIP). Stream a couple excerpts from the tape here and simultaneously scope out a mix of the other items in the batch, which is slated to ship October 3 (pictured: artwork from her self-released Nature Songs).
“Please Hold the Line”
“Please Hold the Line” is the feeling I get while waiting for Time Warner to transfer my call to somebody in India, who don’t know good American-English or culture, aiming to explain — through shit reception — how to fix my internet connection. Because of the digital age, I can only imagine the vice versa of this pictographic scenario happening internationally due to the reality of the internet. Thus, my life begs for boring avant-garde. And ceiling tits.
Yeah-yeah, “Please Hold the Line” is more like your niece trying to make music. But is your niece’s next album release party taking place at Musée d’art contemporain de Montréal? Because AIDS Wolf’s premier of their new double LP Ma vie banale avant-garde will be (the album’s out October 4 on Lovepump United). They’ll also perform in “eye-popping” 3D images, what? So, if you’re into collecting eye-goop, buy a ticket to Canada and the show.
Here’s what I know about this one: “mysterious mix consisting of quirky re-edits from a totally ‘unknown’ DJ duo from Spain called CAN COSMIC. ENJOY the mysteries of life.. [sic]”
Enjoy, indeed! My cosmopolitan girlfriend tells me that in Spanglish “Can Cosmic” means Cosmic Dog! Here’s 1/24 of your day spoken for. The above quote and mix are culled from Italians Do It Better, a label about whom you can expect to hear more in the future, thanks to their man Johnny Jewel’s recent soundtrack work for the movies Bronson and Drive. For the moment, though, here’s an hour of Spanish concoction. It starts with foreign murmurs akin to the beginning of Nicolas Jaar’s recent excellent record, but eventually makes broad, ecstatic departures. By 1:45, you’ll hear something even more familiar through the slant of some endearing euro accent.
• Italians Do It Better: http://vivaitalians.blogspot.com