“Chairs in the Dark”
Ever consider just HOW White Fence establishes a uniquely retro-rock sound? It’s magic, btw. I’m not fucking on you. My boiii Seth and I saw him perform before Mac DeMarco, and JUST before his set, we peaked backstage and saw him hovering above a cauldron and chanting spells. Don’t believe me? That’s chill. White Fence made a video for “Chairs in the Dark” and it’s exactly what we saw happening that one night.
“Chairs in the Dark” is off White Fence’s 2013 LP Cyclops Reap (TMT Review), which is still available on Castle Face Records and STILL remains one of my FAV rock records to spin in my abode. The newest White Fence record on Drag City called For the Recently Found Innocent is TRASH-TRASH, unfortunately. But to rep it, the new album pops on Drag City July 22 in LP, CS, and CD formats. Though, I still suggest Cyclops Reap! MUH HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Dope but short-lived tape label, LMGROVLLUM closed its virtual doors last year in a sad dance floor tape hiss swan-song finish, but misunderstood by many as the opening of an ice cold Coors Light can. That sad hiss took root in four equally rad subsidiaries: LACK, Sagan Youth Boys Sound System, VVAQRT, and GROVL. The latter being the tape label extension of LMGROVLLUM, which is an incredibly easier name to tell friends about.
So go tell them about GROVL’s latest tape, Housefire’s Ecstasy Of…. It’s Asheville resident Luciann Waldrup’s best dig to date! It works a club-friendly techno track to a low-frequency transcendental headspace, dancing longingly around you the whole time.
So go grab the tape off GROVL right now, and know everything is alright.
It’ll Get Worse Before It Gets Better
So, I THINK THINK the lead singer of Fucking Invincible is the same lead singer from Daughters. This guy is insane. He poured beer on and licked my pal Rachel all over her body while onstage performing. He’d spit down his pants and would aim to take shots, as none of those glasses touched his lips. Thankfully, he continued on in music after Daughters split in 2010 for fucking FANG ISLAND… -_- (not even worth linking for reference).
Fucking Invincible has been in tune since 2012, but It’ll Get Worse Before It Gets Better is their first REAL release, opposed to a demo tape and a slew of 7-inches… maybe around 56-inches. And their sound is very nostalgic and angsty, for sure. But mostly like taking a HUGE hit of duster, Fucking Invincible will make you feel like that high is obtainable while driving or floating in the ocean or in the back closet at work. They’re relentless in a simple way. There’s crashing and breakdowns and fists. You’ll pretty much lose teeth listening to It’ll Get Worse Before It Gets Better, which is streaming below:
Since getting over “Edie,” OWN BOO continues on their Mirror Universe Tapes vibe with “Gloom.” Shit, maybe this is post-“Edie” blues? Though, I dunno, the track sounds upbeat-ish and the video is pretty much the eyes of GOD… —er, of the OWN BOO lead singer.
Shoot on over to Mirror Universe Tapes today for the new OWN BOO tape, and grip on some some heavy reeling!
Daniel Higgs & Michael Zerang
If I had to select one living human being I consider to be “divine,” Daniel Higgs would supplant the Pope in a heartbeat. I glimpsed his unmistakable uberbearded visage among the crowd at the Empty Bottle while Frank Rosaly played drums wrapped in chains on stage. This had to be, I dunno, a year ago. I had met Higgs a few months prior when he was in town for an in-store performance at Permanent Records. As Rosaly battered the skins, Higgs told me he was in Chicago crashing with friends while he recorded music with Michael Zerang. “Killer.” Remarkable drummers live in Chicago, and Daniel Higgs wants to make music with them. Shortly thereafter, as gods will, he disappeared into a cloud of mist and/or into the stairs down to the green room. My brain remembers this event happening. Despite Higgs’s mystical time-distorting properties, I am certain it was real.
Press play on Side A of the Higgs/Zerang duo’s and you’ll hear not a word of Higgs’s devotional poetry, but rather a lengthy spell of his freewheeling banjo improvisation, spattered out in rapid-fire runs and self-consuming melodic mantras. Chicago jazz/avant/improv percussion warlord Michael Zerang (who’s performed with the likes of Peter Brötzmann, Kevin Drumm, and Mats Gustafsson) lays down a litany of tight rolls and cyclical patterns on the dumbeck and the frame drum. For all the dexterity they display, the duo surprises most by virtue of their telepathic listening abilities, as Zerang tailors his precise rolls on the fly to match the phrases that Higgs introduces. They crest through a series of intensifying forays, pause for a little back porch breather, and even drop some stars and stripes into the proceedings around the 12-minute mark in an Orcutt-core (or is Orcutt actually Higgs-core?) flourish.
The duo’s recordings land via Chicago label Lake Paradise on an edition of 200 cassettes. You can order one now.