This Will Destroy You
There’s no better place in the U.S. for the massive, earth-shaking sounds of post-rock than Texas. The Lone Star State is home to two of the genre’s most enjoyable and unpretentious acts, Explosions In the Sky and This Will Destroy You, the focus of this piece. I was lucky enough to catch the group at their sold out Seattle show this spring, and they knew how to bring the drama with their cascading waves of guitar and drums. In addition to their recent bout of touring, lead guitarist Christopher Royal King put out a stellar solo album under the alias Symbol, and traces of his Online Architecture LP seep into the margins of “Dustism,” the first track off of TWDY’s upcoming record, Another Language, due out September 16th via Suicide Squeeze Records, Hobbledehoy Records, and Holodeck. The track contains the familiar post-rock elements, including delicate guitar interludes and a rising crescendo of a finale; however, the thing that make “Dustism” stick out are the way the group incorporates snippets of Royal King’s gorgeously warped ambient work into different sections. It’s a thrilling track to take in, especially as the summer sun begins to warm things up in my neck of the woods. Stream “Dustism” below and check out TWDY’s Facebook page for pre-order info and tour dates.
• This Will Destroy You: http://twdy.tumblr.com
• Suicide Squeeze Records: http://suicidesqueezerecords.tumblr.com
• Holodeck Records: www.holodeckrecords.com
• Hobbledehoy Records: http://hobbledehoyrecords.com
“Leave the Lights On”
The New York City based quartet Mainland are praising their city and the vintage aesthetic with their newest video for the song “Leave the Lights On,” directed by Casey Stein and shot on super 8mm film. Depicting members of the band “enjoying the first days of spring” skating from Chinatown to Harlem, the video is a colorful documentary of happiness and vivid urban life happening in New York, making one believe it was really shot in the distant 80’s (save for a few modern cars). The torn jeans, the t-shirts, the skateboards and the longboards -the spirit of the sunkissed old rock is well alive in this piece, with an infectious guitar line to hook and a solid bass and drum section which gives it an almost krautrocky, motorik feel. You can also get a glimpse of Empire State Building in few of the shots.
• Mainland: http://mainlandnyc.com
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Bilking blind devils with an immediacy that would make a fruit fly jelous, the man behind the infamous Susan Balmar project and way too many others to count is at it again, already. This time he’s performing under the moniker of /f, and it appears he’s still minding his S’s and P’s, and glowing with the hard work of sour-mash finger play. Then again, the 404 might be tucked out of sight. I completely doubt that, being that tape-echo quivers and his signature vocal sample "signum" (not his recent album on Beer on the Rug, but the Latin equivalent of "sign") are both present. On the other hand, with what the album description says (I guess?), all of this harmonious derangement could in fact be the product of just software. This is 100% unlikely in my mind, but there are never firm answers with the man. Obscurity isn’t just employed with Balmar: it is Balmar (peep the color choices/fact that none of the other artists exist online/lengths of time the releases stick around (already three gone, to my count) on the labels’s Bandcamp).
The other releases on said label — the newly emerged Psalmus Diuersae, which is Latin for "different song" (looks like somebody might be headed to a seminary with all this Latin being thrown around!) — all have his vibe, but appear to be the works of other artists. Does this matter, though? Of course not. In this realm, questions only need to be asked; never answered. Personally, I hope they are the products of different people — contemporaries getting light and whatnot — but such things are moot at this point.
What does matter is the vital now-ness of ƒ sj J¶JF : Pq~; ???/a/a/ J#(. . a a9. As soon as something is recorded, played, heard, etc, it becomes the past, so one might as well move on. Well, with that said, repeated listener that I am/we are, this is some of the densest Balmar related work to date, needing ample time and the aid of his past material to help be absorbed. But even though these tracks are basically roughage, and will take time to truly be appreciated, please do and try to keep up, ‘cause everything is about to change again… probably.
“Choice & Consequence”
Dark Twaine, you mother YOU! How’d you know i been had that deadly sweet tooth? Done gone and melted my goddamn gums off with this swank, vibey goodness. It’s like i ingested some holistic Lean mix, conjured up by some gully-ass street shaman. And it’s got me all like YESSS.
By the way, I’m pretty sure Dark Twaine is none other than the young beat-God himself, Ohbliv. I know right, what a G; the absolute embodiment of prolificacy. So start perusing the man’s soundcloud: it’s chock full of that DT dopeness, plenty of them organic, dank-drenched loops and hypnotic head-knockers for you and yours to enjoy.
• Dark Twaine: http://darktwaine.bandcamp.com
Is Excepter going the route Animal Collective should have gone with their pop? I mean, AnCo got MAD side-release swag still, but Excepter is really flippin’ for real on “Sunburned Kids.” Shit, it’s like a mesh of routes musicians should’ve taken (Boards of Canada, Dan Deacon, Gang Gang Dance), but failed to or broke up before taking (Raccoo-oo-oon). Dare I even say Swans? LOL Never-the-less, fuck Excepter rulez hard.
Kinda disappointed I missed Excepter this past Saturday with my pal Seth at Body Actualized. Even though that place is peaceful by day, it’s like LOADS of anxiety for me at night. Although, I figured Excepter would have melted all that away. And considering “Sunburned Kids” is becoming my favorite summer jam this year – complete with woofer flaring bass, warped vocals wrapped in tape, lingering haunted moaning, and DAT BASS(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) – every time I click back to this YouTube tab to click REPLAY, I start to nod a bit different upon each new listen. Sorta like Excepter’s first jam “Maids,” but way more… seasonal!
A while back, I was listening to Excepter’s Tank Tapes CS from Fuck It Tapes in my Grams’ attic smoking LOUD and this side-A bit came one with stretched and slowed-down vocals that made me turn it off and leave it up there since. I just can’t. I bugged out and threw the player. Thus, Excepter still holds my fear entombed in an abandoned Walkman buried by fiberglass padding somewhere in Port Washington, NY.
So, as you can tell, I’m shitting myself both outta excitement and terror for Excepter’s new album Familiar this summer on BLAST First (petite). It can take it’s time, as there is no set-date for the release, ‘cause I’ma make a mess either way, you-know you-know. “Sunburned Kids” is above and was directed by the infamous Laid Eyes/