Saturday, June 30, 2007

Last I heard from these Religious Knives (now I'm on some "pro" shit) folk was on some split with the Greh sonics. If memory serves, it sounded kinda like Excepter by way of Suicide, i.e. it sounded kinda like Excepter. In the flurry of side-projects and collabs, it was kinda like, "Oh neat, it isn't just Double Leopards drones with less people." But as of the now, shit is, as the young folk say, going off. First, No Fun re-released a batch from what I'll call the Nate Nelson (of Mouthus and Mid-Day Dong infame) erra on the Remains CD. Now drones, Eastern-y melodies, wasted vocals and hypno-rhythms are all increasingly familiar musical elements, but these proceedings are so laden with, to borrow a phrase, heavy atmosphere (I like to call it "bummer haze"), the spell is still cast as intended. Pungent is really the best word I can think of. While the White Rock stuff was great cause it effectively mixed Double Leopards and Mouthus' sounds, Religious Knives are remarkable cause they take the talents involved and do something different.
So now they've added Tom Carvallo on bass and are acting more and more like a "band" with "songs." The more I listen to Luck, the A-side off the new Heavy Tapes 12", the more it sounds about 12 bong hits removed from something off Springsteen's Nebraska or somesuch. Of course, the B-side is a drone rock meets No Wave whirlpool, so I don't know what the fuck. I've only heard but snippets from the Troubleman 12", but the A sounds like an even more formful blast of drone punk, while the B is pure psych-drift gorgeosity with Samara Lubelski a-sawin away. And this is all apprently a prelude to a new full length. Colour me excited. (And Badd.)

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

The temptation to prattle on endlessly about contexts and ramifications is ever present, but I resist. There are too many ideas. We are choked with ideas. So what. Whoever molds reality best wins? Did you think you were gonna figure it out? Honestly? Goodness is there for the enjoying, so enjoy, cause the world doesn't stop. It wants you dead, but it doesn't have the balls to admit it.

Here's the new format. For this post.

-Box of Dub. This is not important because Soul Jazz invented Dubstep, but only because there are new tracks from Kode9 and Burial. Magnetic City ranks among my more favourite Kode9 tracks, partly cause it bops along without trying to reinvent the wheel, but mostly cause that synth he's been tooling around with is starting to burble and curl in rather lurvly ways. Combined with the Melodica, they form like Voltron, who then decides to dance a jig on Michael Bay's future grave.
Along with the Ghost Hardware E.P., Unite makes four new Burial tracks. He seems to be focusing more on vocals, and these tracks might not be as deep as his (already) classic shit, but they're still better than your haircut.

-Finally checked out The Wire. After I stopped trying to figure out how David Stubbs was involved, it made me totally forget that I hate all shows involving police or some form of policing. No, it's not the "best show ever," but after Season 1, I can honestly say I've never been more enamoured with faggot ass gangstas. Never.

-New Pig Destroyer, Phantom Limb. Not that I need another reason to clench up and madly sway about, but PD remain one of my favourites. There's probly nothing I can say in their favour that wouldn't reek of hyperbole. If you already love them, you know. They don't disappoint.

-Capicollo and Sourdough. It's all about the simple things. For now. It's actually all about getting blown, but, for now, it's all about the simple things.

Saturday, June 16, 2007

"If you can't quench my thirst / What you in my fridge for? / What you wanna live for?"*

If'n you're the slightest bit like me (sorry), you're probly saying something in the 'ol interminable internal monologue like, "What, I have to care about Emeralds now?!" Either that or some existential shite like, "How many Eggos is too many?" Well, firstly, I feel your pain. I think that's what we're doing here. I feel your pain, you feel my pain, we just hop on our keyboards and feel each other up, pain wise. Nextly, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. I just view this as a favour type deal, from Cleveland to me to you.
I think I've finally grown contented with the middle ground. I'm certainly growing fat, so why not fat and contented. I just think that if my head is gonna be pried open any further, it's not gonna be music that does it. Of course, my middle ground is probly someone's tuneless descent into the ninth circle. (I'm not bragging, what the fuck kind of brag would that be? I just understand that Blues Control and Excepter aren't a lot of peoples idea of "pretty melodic.") Still, I think I'm willing to actually dare anyone not to like Emeralds. I have faith in Emeralds, there's something to be found in their haunted expanses. The whole "Andrew Chalk with a beer can pipe** and a four track" vibe is the best argument for staying awake I've heard in a minute, and I'd tell you to jump all over "The Queen of Burbank (Part Two)" but I think 'sall gone. (This is getting ridiculous.) Still, the Hanson joint and "Dirt Weed Diaries (Vol. Two)" on Maim & Disfigure are just as easy to "big up."
Dude-ocracy doesn't work, some shit is just plain better. This is what makes life worth worthing.

Pissed Jeans : Hope For Men : Sub Pop
Blues Control : S/T : Holy Mountain
Burning Star Core : Operator Dead... Post Abandoned : No Quarter
Excepter : Self Destruction : Fusetron
Jerry's Kids : Is this My World? : X-Claim
V/A : Rumble in the Jungle : Soul Jazz
Frank Miller : The Dark Knight Strikes Again : DC

*from The Notorious B.I.G.'s unreleased "Pepsi Freestyle"
**Just break the ring on the opener and use it to poke the holes. You know this.

Sunday, June 03, 2007

I don't know why I still Google album reviews. I mean, I know who the people I enjoy reading reviews from are. (To the right. Cheggem oot.) I know I'll just get angry, but it's kinda fun, I guess.
Like, Pissed Jeans finally have a full length out on Sub Pop, so there's bound to be some interesting completely off-base opinions out there. Like the one guy who figured they must be total low lifes who start bar fights and steal change out of people's cars. And yeah, I understand that's meant as an amusing way to describe the Jeans' scummy sounds, but it's important to note that the guys behind those sounds are the nice, normal guys. The dude described would only get on stage to boogie about his "love rocket," and only as a shortcut to more pussy. This kind of audio squalor can only be vented out of people with fairly stable backgrounds. That dude doesn't keep anything held in, so nothing's gonna build to this point. If he sees a jogger, his thoughts don't move far beyond "You think you're better than me?" He doesn't see all his options and everything he's supposed to aspire to laid out before him, trying to crush him, trying to break his will.
But Pissed Jeans deserve to be on Sub Pop, cause they're one of the more talented bands around, they just choose to mine a seam of ugliness that a lot of people can't seem to fathom. And I'm not saying they're better than Flipper, but they are heavier than Flipper. They're heavier than Drunks With Guns. They're heavier than the entire AmRep catalogue wrapped in lead and dropped off the Empire State Building. Alright, I'm not saying they're heavier than Unsane, but they are better than Unsane. And even if you hear the riff on "Fantasy World" and think, "What is this, something off Meantime?" the vocal are what carries it. (I keep thinking he's saying "in my fancy world." I don't know why I find that so amusing.) So yeah, this isn't as solid a batch of tunes as Shallow, but it's different and it's great, so you can count me in.
Oh shit, and it's called Hope For Men. Kinda lika "Chicken Soup for the Fucked Up Soul."