“The Subtle Body Wears a Shadow”
The men of ZS continue their multimedia conquest of our consciousnesses with another sublime visual offering: the video clip for the title track of Diamond Terrifier (Sam Hillmer)’s The Subtle Body Casts a Shadow LP, directed by drummer/omnipotent shredder Greg Fox. At face value, the video presents a montage of ZS tour footage, focused mostly on Milan, Torino, and the Swiss Alps, with a slice of Japan thrown in. Matched with Hillmer’s sax mantras and polyphonic self-harmonization, Fox’s manipulations of the source material elevate the piece to a different plane entirely. The word “kaleidoscopic” pops up plenty in psychedelic visual circles, but the complex fractal spirals on display here set a high kaleidoscope benchmark (the passage that begins around 3:40, for example… daaaaaaamn). When television-like distortion overtakes the video’s conclusion, a robotic voice quotes 8th-century Bodhisattva Shantideva, transplanting the lament for our subconscious pursuit of misery into a modern, technology-encumbered context.
I got in touch with Greg Fox to ask about the video’s conception. He told me:
I used that video [of Hillmer performing in Marseille] to make the Mandala, which is the floating consciousness that comes in and out throughout. I was thinking about how you go through a series of events or travels or what-have-you, and throughout, no matter what the range of experience, there is always a familiar flavor to them — and that flavor is you, the filter through which you experience life as it happens around you. How one’s sadness or happiness can both have the same familiar taste, and how you identify specifically with that, more than with the other elements that are attached to it.
When I asked Fox about the technical processes through which he abstracted the video, he replied:
The Subtle Body Wears a Shadow is available now on LP and CD from Terrible Records.
“Eternal Condition” / “Stuck 2”
“This record is about my demons just as much as its about society’s demons, I was reflecting on both through out the entirety of writing the album. at the time it was blind but I felt everything that was around me coming together inside to make the material that eventually became this album.presenting my environment / location, samples from 9/11 news coverage, surveillance camera audio, TV ads and other sources were used and all arranged together to create a surreal psychological sculpture of American decay and confusion, a map of New York’s nihilism and it’s self referential hedonism. Within this the songs are moments of clarity, times when something made sense enough to be represented with words, being kind of dark and noir. I don’t believe that I offer any pathos but an eternal condition, or a statement about my emotional Hell a statement of my surroundings and my experiences capturing the things I see: rats, metal landscape, toxic water, Junkie friends, HIV billboards, evil news, Luxury and unbound wealth, exclusivity, facelifts, romance, insane police presence, lonely people, all against the sinister vastness of Manhattan’s alienating skyline.” – James Ferraro
These songs are fantastic:
[Photo: Slyvia Kochinski]
Rice Master Yen
The Price Of Rice Vol. 19
Why hasn’t Rice Master Yen been grinded [ground?] Choco-style yet, amirite? I mean, he’s on volume 19 of The Price Of Rice series, and we haven’t even noticed. The German artist produces beats like your mama’s liver produces bile. The Price Of Rice Vol. 19 contains 20 complex yet whimsical rap beats, none of which exceed a minute and a half of your life. And they’re all named after types of cats!
You can download this and all of his huge catalog of material on a name-your-price basis on Bandcamp. So you decide the price of rice. How nice!
• Rice Master Yen: http://ricemasteryen.bandcamp.com/album/the-price-of-rice-vol-19#
“Bury Me Into the Mtn.”
Every time I return to Washington state (my home, now), I’m astonished. It’s easy to take a place — this place — for granted. It’s easy to let the land cease to impress itself upon you, to open you up. Home becomes habit, and habit no longer sees.
My initial attraction to Washington (the Pacific Northwest in general) was the music. I heard in it the reverberations of a place I wanted to be. Indeed, coming to know the place — the landscapes and regional scenes alike — I wasn’t wrong. But sometimes I stop seeing and listening.
So it’s not only with pleasure, but with a sincere gratitude, when I discover artists who remind me to inhabit the little place in which I reside — to see it, and to listen to it, again. Eleanor Murray is, undoubtedly, one such artist.
And it gives me even greater pleasure to share her work with you — to give you an indication of this place, the way in which autobiography and land profoundly intermingle, and to let you hear one of our best “unknown” musicians.
Bury Me Into the Mtn. (review forthcoming), upon which you will find this stunning little song, is being released today. You can/should listen to and order it here.
• Eleanor Murray: http://www.eleanormurray.com
I have this ongoing argument with one my friends that we will eventually begin moving away from the hyper pace of radio pop music back to something more easy-listening, slow, and repetitive. The appeal of repetition has always seemed to hold some place in beat music, riding out a repurposed loop for as long as need be, maybe making a change or two along the way. Hip-hop circa 1994 had this down to a science, hinting at the change-up through verses and choruses, finally feeding it to the listener at the exact moment when they couldn’t have waited another loop for it. It’s like the final showdown in Western films (or samurai movies to be Wu-Tang appropriate). While many beatmakers have been caught up in the maximalist-approach-made-simple via a Macbook and the right software, dudes like Ohbliv are still holding down the groove, like a nod to the head-nod rather than a step toward the dance floor. I can only imagine that if my theory on pop music is wrong, it will only cause these bedroom beatmakers to keep slowing it down and simplifying it, in the face of a music industry continuously trying to find new ways to overfill the space between the MP3s top and bottom. Here’s to ohblivion.
• Ohbliv: http://ohbliv.bandcamp.com
Last year’s excellent Paralytic Stalks marked a new chapter in of Montreal’s career. After a trilogy of records (and a handful of EPs) exploring the darker regions of sexuality from the perspective of his alter ego Georgie Fruit, Paralytic Stalks was the first time in quite a while where Barnes was conclusively singing directly about himself. And being freed from the schizophrenic funk that marked his Georgie Fruit songs allowed Barnes to appropriate and subvert other genres; as a result, Paralytic Stalks impossibly succeeded by incorporating textural and harmonic elements of contemporary classical composers such as György Ligeti, Krystof Penderecki, and Steve Reich, among others. However, one of that album’s strengths could be found in Barnes’ ability to use these musical tools as a seamless addition to his already broad palette of styles. In no way did these newfound experimental chamber elements feel forced; instead, Barnes simply superimposed his well-defined harmonic/melodic language on top of the stylistic signifiers of those composers’ work to stunning effect.
It seems that full-length genre exercises may be the big theme of the group’s new stage, and the lead single “Fugitive Air” — from the band’s forthcoming album, Lousy with Sylvianbriar — shows off what may be the dominant sound of their new work. Barnes has mentioned that this new material has been largely influenced by Gram Parsons, but Barnes isn’t about to go full alt.country on this stuff. Instead, “Fugitive Air” is another excellent merging of Barnes’ musical language with a new genre. During the first half of the song, his voice and guitar bear some similarities to fellow twang warper Neil Michael Hagerty of Royal Trux/Howling Hex before giving way to an ultra poppy melody reminiscent of early oM albums like Horse and Elephant Eatery. Perhaps the influence of Parsons’ songwriting style may have reined in Barnes’ proclivity for sprawling form. As a result, “Fugitive Air” boasts only three distinct musical sections, as opposed to the usual shifting structures of Barnes’ work. Hopefully, this exploration of genre will continue in of Montreal’s future work, because “Fugitive Air” and Paralytic Stalks show that Barnes has a knack for appropriating and warping any style given to him.
You can stream “Fugitive Air” here:
Lousy with Sylvianbriar is out October 8 via Polyvinyl