Destroy This Place
Horror flicks are enhanced by their DIY qualities. Villains coldly striding through the quintessential axe-murder steps toward their hapless victims are always enhanced by face-obscuring masks — and the more DIY the mask (say, chocolate-colored papier-mâché Elk-monster?), the better. And no matter how fast you run, they still keep pace — even while walking…
All that Detroit’s Destroy This Place seemed guilty of was reviving (while reinventing) the old American Underground indies of a certain shred-inclined, 1996-sanctified-era (Dinosaur Jr., maybe some Fugazi, or perhaps a Guided By Voices if it had its shit together and made sturdier, shit-kicking tunes standardized to three-minute pop stints), but our evil Elk doesn’t seem to like that. Nope. Like Laurie Strode or Nancy Thompson or even Ethan Hawke, they’ve gotta go! Slashers, or Elk, or whatever ominous antihero, never need motives, really.
Turns out, as the grainy camcorder-flecked footage unreels, we find this man-like monster is actually a FAN of nervy riffs, fitful rhythms, and anthemic rawk-pop ballads. Private party in the eerie Elk loft! Come check it out!
The band’s eponymous second album is out May 17 on Bellyache Records and features an array of low-chugging, kartwheeling, guitar-heavy kickers apt for spirited summertime road trips or breathless bike errands down to the local used vinyl shop. Destroy whatever place that suits you; get some aggression out with their rock-side of things; tear the wall down even. Then, let the sun shine in with their pop-side of things. Four out of five Elk Monsters approve.
Various Artists: Bridgetown Records
Howww awesome are prono compilations? Well, double that with Bridgetown Records’ Spring Compilation, a batch of seven new tapes including: School Knights’ Lethargy, Reighnbeau’s Friends, Torn Humorist’s Everyone Works So Hard, Lavas Magmas’ INT.eruption, N O W’s Are You New Age? (specify if CD-R is preferred), Paper Armies’ Tell Me To Give Up , and Derek Rogers’ Don’t Stop Bereaving.
So, you’ve got four options here: (1) Continue your love for your favorite musician(s) and grip some more tapes; (2) Rekindle your love for an old musician on this list and find out where their minds have been; (3) Discover something new!; and (4) Grip ALL these tapes for $32 and be WAY fucking American already.
Download the compilation right here.
• Bridgetown Records: http://www.bridgetownrecords.info
Dooooood, my hair is matted with Dead Sea salt-water, and I’m sure I’ve had one too many Slush Puppies (if you get what I mean) and my stomach’s rumbling louder than a discarded snare with its little arm-thing down, and I’ve seen DIG!like six times, but I still can’t really get who really wins in the end, you know? But for now, I’ll ride the Zambeezee , floating and spinning, with my eyes still stinging. And I’m sure we’ll end up somewhere.
Chocolate Grinder Mix 78
So, as I’m sitting here on my couch naked around 12:48 a.m. [saved this post at 1:23 a.m.] , I’m expecting to wake up in less than six hours [So what? So what?]. Ima criminal to projection of thought; fuck time, but okay, so here’s, like, a new mix[:)]! Only this time I just threw the idea out there to some people on the [capital, Mr P][<3 4 3v3r (editor's note: ditto)] internet [due to deity status]. [OMG — I wish I could play Tekken Tag Team Tournament Two right now, but my 360 keeps half red-ring'ing]. These traxx are what I got in return [in case I didn't use yours, I'll hit you up shortly, fur sure]. But these here are the people you meet on the internet [like me: fuck-maybe-hi].
Please, don’t get me wrong. These peeps is what’s going on in the undermodem. Opposed to the “underground.” Technically, I don’t care for tenses. Like past, present, or like narration of person: first, second, fourth. Let’s embrace reality, while never meeting, ever. If you are listening to something right now, either my mix of breathing or dishes being washed, please focus on the music. I appreciate that. Breath it in your ears, or something. Like, become what sound is to you. Immerse yourself in the transparency of art and emotional willpower. Continue as a person and forfeit any ego of celebrity.
PS: That’s a picture of Beyoncé on my living room television.
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[00:00] Magnétophonique - “Jungle Spell Interlude”
[00:32] Daytime Television - “Dream Repeater”
[03:53] 20013 - “AAA (Alfa Meditation)” [excerpt]
[05:29] Marcus Eads - “Meditative Loop”
[07:29] hearts bonfire - “reunion “
[09:09] YOUNG STRESS - “WINAMP SENSATION”
[10:49] Kevin Greenspon - “The Last Good Day”
[14:52] Radio Astronomy - “Dorado”
[17:08] Nevhar Anhar - “Kintsukuroi”
[20:47] r i o t _ m e a d o w s - “t h i s b r a n c h _ w i l l h o l d”
[22:46] shamane - “when i with it”
[25:28] $ludgehammer - “FFFFFF”
[26:52] Godsnack - “End of Side A”
[29:27] Lockbox - “frost chop(WIP)”
There’s a great Van Dyke Parks quote from Paul Zollo’s book Songwriters on Songwriting, where Parks says something to the effect of “if you can’t strip away the arrangement/production of a song and still have something interesting, then it’s probably not a very successful composition.” For Parks, this is a particularly great artistic statement, because for all of the weirdness of an album like Song Cycle, it’s apparent that the tunes have structural integrity. It’s for this reason that Parks playing “The All Golden” alone at the piano is just as interesting when removed from Song Cycle’s warbly arrangement.
This concept of creating songs that have maximal impact even with minimal materials seems to be a large part of singer-songwriter Torres’ (a.k.a. Mackenzie Scott) work. On her self-titled debut album, Scott presents a set of tunes that revel in the minimal due to her prowess as a writer/performer. Even when she opts for stranger production aesthetics, like on the alternately spooky/sultry “Chains” or album highlight “Waterfalls,” Scott keeps it spare and lets her songs speak for themselves, making the more adventurous tunes on the record just as effective as solo voice and guitar numbers like “Jealousy and I.”
While Scott’s work sounds absolutely nothing like Van Dyke Parks, it seems that both artists’ music is driven by the same guiding principles. The combination of Scott’s dedication to her formal craft in conjunction with the beautifully spare western ambiance of her arrangements makes for a fascinating listen that finds Parks’ philosophy embodied and transparent in Torres’ modern minimal sound.
Torres is out now. You can stream the record in its entirety below via Bandcamp:
• Torres: http://www.torrestorrestorres.com