“Cash Mattress” (live on BATV’s Golden Sounds Series)
I sort of doubt Boston’s Neptune [full disclosure: my band has played shows with them in the past] timed the release of their new Silent Partner album to line up with most haunted houses’ opening weeks, but what the hell — let’s go with it. Art-rock in the most literal sense (every band member plays on home-crafted guitars, drums, and assorted knick-knacks built by head alchemist Jason Sanford), Neptune have banged through several lineup mutations since their inception back in nineteen-ninety-frickin’-four, going through probably more scrap metal than the Millennium Falcon. In this live performance video for “Cash Mattress” — a throbbing, roiling rumble of percussion and electronic bleepy-bloopery that puts the Neu! in Neubauten — the core duo of Sanford and Mark William Pearson are joined by new members Kevin Micka and Farhad Ebrahimi on drums and drum-type percussive implements (“aluminum discs and bowls” are actually listed in the starting lineup). They replace former percussionist Daniel Paul Boucher, who left for Arizona after the touring wound down for 2007’s color-schemed Gong Lake.
Silent Partner hit the streets October 11 on Northern-Spy. Neptune will be christening it with a release show at Union Pool today in New York.
“Anywhere Anyone (Pearson Sound Beatless Remix)”
Normally working in the realms of earth-shattering beats, Pearson Sound (a.k.a. Ramadanman, a.k.a. David Kennedy) has restrained from adding even the slightest shimmer of a cymbal to his remix of Dntel’s “Anywhere Anyone.” While this is likely to infuriate many young ruffians waiting for the splitting kick to punch its way through the ambience (though there’s a clue in the track title), the fog of swimming sounds show a mellower side of Kennedy. Thankfully, he still maintains his wonderful way with warped vocals, as madly-pitched, incomprehensible syllables fly around your ears. Certainly one for the late walk home.
Ghostandthesong / Chris Rehm
“Unscharfe” / “Shimmer”
The Dayvan Zombear blog has become an indispensable resource, opening our eyes and ears to pretty much any release with the merest whiff of nostalgia. More recently, and much to my own excitement, they’ve also started their own cassette label, DZ Tapes. Thus far, we’ve had a wondrous compilation, a testament to the relentless internet trawling these guys presumably do, and an album of extremely crunchy Russian garage rock. Next on the DZ bandwagon are Ghostandthesong and Chris Rehm with this joint release, due for release on the 11th of November.
As you’ll hear, Ghostandthesong are maintaining the good ol’ spirit of the amorphous, guitar-based jam. They keep things tight and concise, occasionally tossing in bird song (Urban Jungle), which wholeheartedly receives my respect.
Chris Rehm is based more in the drone department, but we find snippets of his beguiling vocal chords on tracks like the excellently named Free William Cosby. Check it:
In tribute to Dayvan, I leave you with the words of their founder, Brett, who is undisputably concise and to the point: “[Don’t] be an asshole, it’s all about the music, bro.”
If there is one thing in the world that no one can resist, it’s reggae music. If there is one thing in the world that I cannot resist, it’s a saxophone solo. In fact, I think the rest of the world may be having a thing with sax solos right now, too. I mean, you can’t go wrong when you lather the off-beats thick with reverberating vibes, and then drop a big, fat, juicy, passionate saxophone cherry on top. Oh, wait, yeah you can — big time.
Well anyway, Co La did it the right way with “Egyptian Peaches,” from his debut LP Daydream Repeater, which is to be released by NNA Tapes on November 15. But this sunny feel-good jam is just the soft gooey center to an album that stretches from strung-out industrial avant-garde to organic saxophone trills and cricket recordings. So, put that in your six-foot bong and smoke it.
I was in LGA booz-/DXMing the day after Thanksgiving — three or four or five years ago — waiting for a flight to Dayton, OH. Then a fella approached me, took myPod, and was like, “What are you listening to?” It was totes the Red State Gowns’ album. After he popped my bubble, and I lost some of my drink, the fella showed me a press pass and license to prove he was Kurt Loder from MTV. He asked me where I was going, I burped O’hiii-ah, finished my hooch, and left the bar.
Later, as the plane ascended, Kurt Loder got up, stumbled into the empty seat next to me, and talked to his assistant across the aisle from us about the Hawthorne Heights bassist that had died. I’m thinking shiiiiit, wait — whaaaaaat? He then raped my ear about interviewing musicians, gave me children’s motion sickness pills (was really ecstasy), lost my mind, took me in his limo to my apartment, met my property manager, and around noon:thirty, my property manager, Kurt Loder, his assistant, and I were all in the Diamonds Cabaret champagne room.
Needless to say, EMA and Growns now remind me of Kurt Loder. And mixing drugs. Yo, she’s hot this year; Stephen Reese still has my EMA cassette, and this here “Angelo” is a B-sides off a 7-inch of hers available November 21 on Souterrain Transmissions.