“Rock n Roll”
Rock & roll is dead, dude. Hasn’t anybody told you that? Guess if you’re gonna remain willfully ignorant, then I’ll indulge you fer a bit. ‘Bout to press play…
Oh me, oh my — rock & roll isn’t dead! IT’S ALIVE. Thanks in part to Seth Olinsky (Akron/Family)’s Cy Dune: You got the goods in spades, dear pal. Prescribed witness to self-destruction status, right here. Encouragement of the senses and fuzzy tongue licks. Glow bright, CY-CLONE. Rip through time and place. Repeat and reuse. Go on and get rolled. Salmon getting mauled, falling down concrete beach steps, waking up in puke and bad phone calls. Let the spirits take you.
“Rock n Roll” is off of Cy Dune’s upcoming LP Shake, out on his very own co-founded Lighting Records. Hopefully the time comes when you and I can hear the rest of the record, because my ears are perked, and I can only imagine your ears are too.
What the fuck is that noise outside? Oh, it’s LAMPGOD rolling down Evergreen Ave. Mixing en route on a bicycle, backpack speaker, helmet at the ready, and he’s serving up some f-r-e-s-h-n-e-s-s: “TIPS, PLZZ! :D”
There’s an atmosphere that “PALM LYCIUM” reminds me of that’s just around mid-August. Like, to the point all the old ladies know the fishermen by name. Or “pass it down” and the word bogart are familiar phrases on the beach. The same fucking tag is EVERYWHERE, why; WHAT THE FUCK? Everything is the same price. –And LAMPGOD really has this psychedelic nature to mixing that is twitchy in a chiller environment, not too far from your ears and them speakers.
Pick up the phone. LAMPGOD is calling you about some new flavor,”PALM LYCIUM” –
• LAMPGOD: https://soundcloud.com/lampgod
Something I realized recently is that I like to write about almost anything. I sent Dear Criminals’ “Petite mort” to my fiancée, and she was like, “You’re premiering THAT track?” And when I was across the street last night walking my dog, there were kids in the woods hanging, so I joined their smoke with Maud, and afterward, they thought it was a great idea to sacrifice one of their friends, which was when this realization happened. As they were tearing apart this boy’s skin and innards — 14 or 15 years old — I realized while walking slowly away that the real world might be a sheltered one because (1) people and (2) PEOPLE.
Dear Criminals are people too, yeah. And if you know what I’m normally into, then you also know that “Petite mort” is not exactly my cup of tea. But then again, this track doesn’t strive for “originality,” and I admire their particularness to production and mastering on this obviously well melodied and rhythmic song. Since Dear Criminals (appears to have) began last year around this time with lover’s suicide — they don’t have a Discogs page (which is as frightening as it is intriguing) — perhaps the trio is just now finding its footing.
Snag their newest EP, Crave, available here.
• Dear Criminals: http://www.dearcriminals.com
“Live @Times Square, August 2014”
What is cacophony?
What sounds define a level of inane madness in which the appellation “noise” would no longer be useful? No, I’m not talking about something that necessarily breaks the mind, but rather something that dulls the mind to the point of being unable to accept anything reasonable. At what point does something become so chaotic that it stops being a source of horror or terror, but a miasma of sound from which you can’t make out anything whole, just fragments of what has already been done? And if anyone were in the middle of it all, would they be crushed by its sheer desolation?
It all seems so meaningless. If there is anything that can destroy the relevance of an instrument, it is too much of it at once. So what keeps a certain middle-aged man intent on playing on like a teenager, and what makes him think that he is any different from the various men of his age who are doing the exact same thing at stacks near by?
I speak nonsense, but then so is this video. In theory, one could get away with calling this “noise music,” but only if they were trolling certain music publications. For really, what we are witnessing is a moment that still occurs too often: the decayed myopic dreams of a dozen man-children converging in the basement of a massive tourist trap to create cacophony. You simply cannot get more dissonant and bleak at once.
• Cacophony: http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/cacophony
Garek Jon Druss
Music for the Celestial Din [excerpt]
Sound artist, noise connoisseur, and all around sonic maverick Garek Jon Druss has teamed with Seattle’s Debacle Records for Music for the Celestial Din, a studio recording of a gallery installation that Druss premiered in the Fall of 2013 (at Seattle’s Hedreen Gallery, should you be at all curious). After the gallery premiere, The Stranger’s Dave Segal wrote that Celestial Din has “a sublimely keening drone that possesses an unsettling urgency, as if it’s warning you of some momentous action on the horizon that demands your immediate and undivided attention.” The record itself has Druss’ studio version of the piece, as well as remixes from Pete Swanson and Ben Chrisholm (both of which are killer!). Debacle is unleashing this one physically on September 30, with a digital release on October 7, but you can pre-order the LP here and get a taste of Druss’ unique accomplishment in the excerpt below.