“Go” ft. Blood Diamonds
I’m in a movie. I’m De Niro in Heat. De Leon’s self-titled cassette on /\Aught is my soundtrack. I’m Leon in The Professional. My back’s to the wall. My forehead is beaded out, like a hippie’s walkway. I’ve blinked more in the past 30 seconds than I have all day. Gotta make a run for it. Maybe I’ll walk, depending on the situation. Am I clear? Prolly not. Play it, though.
Have these lights been on all night? Neon reflections of limited scope filling my un-lidded seers. Tunnelled out and gripping clutched insight. Garbled messy gumption. The pulse of it all grows and grows. You /\Aught to know.
• /\Aught: https://aught.bandcamp.com/
Abigail Press is intriguing. As I’m unfamiliar up until this point (which is Wednesday around 5:11PM), I took the liberty in finding more about this (LEGIT) elusive chanteuse. This is where I fell into her trap: she wanted me to find out more. Pictures, press tabs, every sort of social networking account, Jónó Mí Ló referencing her on Twitter, etc. But, to piggyback off of an idea Jónó had in his recent interview on TMT, Abigail Press really brings the IRL to URL and visa versa (I’m sure). And I dig the nature of how comfortable she appears doing so. Most people would FEAR projecting themselves like this across the internet – my SEO phobia included –yet, Abigail Press does not shy.
Like Molly Soda, Abigail Press is huge to me in the form of internet feminism, and I can get into anything she stamps. Thus, “ｔａｋｅ·ａ·ｗａｙ” is my jam shit on the sway //. Scope it out below and listen to those produced and sampled and compiled and layered vocals:
• Abigail Press: http://abigailpressmusic.com
Imagine a dead meadow (yes, that Dead Meadow). Now imagine the spirit of one of three stoners rocking out in said pasture drifted from his corporeal form and sank into the pit below, where he picked up a fallen black angel (yes, The Black Angels) before gathering three other kindred spirits and setting off on a journey through Americana wasteland. That’s kind of what happened when Dead Meadow vocalist/guitarist Jason Simon joined with former Black Angels bassist/guitarist Nate Ryan, his fellow Shine Brothers Oak Munson and Ryan Rapsys, and harmoniumist Jessica Senteno to form Old Testament. One sold-out seven-inch and several loose (railroad) tracks later, the band is now revving up for the September release of their self-titled debut album.
This second single off Old Testament finds the five spectral vagabonds in “Trip Light” mode, that is, holed up in a desert saloon, taking refuge from spinning dust devils, and washing back the bitter taste of peyote with straight bourbon whiskey while engaged in a hand of high-stakes poker with Neil Young’s Dead Man. Or is it a gunfight? At any rate, even if you can’t hear the dried-out tumbleweeds death-rattling by, you damn sure can feel ‘em, all the way down to your trembling skeleton.
Old Testament will be shoveled up from American soil on September 9 by Xemu Records, with a UK release on Cardinal Fuzz/Evil Hoodoo to follow sometime in mid-October. Until then, “Trip Light.”
LiL ≏ JaBBA
LiL ≏ JaBBA goin’ GuLLY outside the rails. Hanging on outside the chopper. Total fervorous action moment. Stifling darkness. Deep in the jungle of madness. Stirring the pot just enough. Weapons set to silent. The single shot advantage. True Panther Sounds throughout the leaves. Echoes of brainwaves popping. Shaken to the point before popping. Spit sounds that are bullets being fired. Explosive energy is continuously contained. Down to smashing the bits out across the landscape. Nobody is flying this vehicle but LiL ≏ JaBBA. Rocket fueled off the subtly of an EP. GuLLY has taken all your mental ability. True Panther Sounds occasionally makes a check-in. But it’s all gloriously hush-hush. Stealth footwork: