Metal Rouge – ‘Soft Erase’ [Review]

soft_erasePhew! This one almost fell through the cracks of what became a three month review hiatus. That would be a shame. Yes it’d be a shame because it’s a solid LP of Metal Rouge’s spooky, modish psychedelia in the vein of Les Rallizes Dénudés – though the quality of the songs and their choice blend of garage/shoegaze production aren’t really the issue. It’s more like, what a shame that such a big, confident sound might be drowned out by the bangs and whimpers of so much once-measure, once-cut small-batch tape filler. Recalling that rare, fading Red Kites CDr in spaciousness and ulterior motive, ‘Soft Erase’ bleeds the cool, poisonous mercury of its cover into each of the four jam bouts that we find groaning, swirling, or sizzling of these two sides. “Take It” begins the disc with a wall-to-wall installation of Andrew Scott’s heaviest grooves, over which accumulate layers of wordless howls and staticky beats, buoyed precariously and ending without assurance. Some relief comes from “When Will the Blues Leave,” an interlude fitting golden-era Sonic Youth but with bolder leads, flicking forth a sleigh-bell melody from a small barricade of fuzzy/jangle guitars slightly askew of the background wooziness of a de facto rhythm section. On the reverse, “Dig a Hole” recalls avant- experiments from the Echo to the Silent Barn, arranging the vocals of Helga Fassonaki in a cove of loping bassline and even pulse, shot-through by a benign flashback of acidic guitar. With such a tracklist – wider than it is tall – it takes until the last track, “White Cube Graffiti,” to really gather the essence of ‘Soft Erase’ formula: skating wildly and recklessly with saxophone blasts across these dense accumulations of grooves and programmed beats, there is little pair can do to break the appearance of a rhythmic totality, as if these tremors will carry endlessly to the coasts. That they often do their best to press this logic only underscores the antagonism and sure-footed arrogance so critical at this stage of underground production. Wild and reckless, yes, but very big, necessary, and not to be over-looked. Edition of 300 copies.

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Goaty Tapes

Apostille – ‘Perpetual Dirt’ $6
Recorded in Nunhead. Michael Kasparis aka Apostille, trance-pop zombie and kind-eyed record clerk blow-up doll, drifts between industrial sub-circuits: afflicted synth-pop, grim beats, dour night-stalker energies, electro-punk steamers. He plays synthesizers like felt-tipped markers, bending the tedium of minimal synth into figure eights and stussy S’s. Keyboards bleed into each other, kick drums blister, melodies dry. Some parts remind me of jabbing a magic marker into the table and watching ink run and crust over. Apostille sings too, like someone who finds it amusing. There are definitely some pretty raw and dark moments here; London remains a grey and unrelenting shit hole. But I also hear something vaguely farcical, like he’s deflecting some seriousness for the sake of the groove.

Paul Salveson – ‘Reverse Passage’ $14
I made this book with Paul Salveson and Gabe Gonzalez in Burbank, California. Paul made the sculptures, assembled from prosaic junk and cereal grain compounds. Gabe handled the printer like a boss, crazy respect right there. I hung around and read Gabe’s comics. There’s a dubious illusion to these prints. Paul’s sculptures almost hide behind their pages, meeting Gabe’s facture halfway. At times I don’t know if I’m looking at the sculptures or the paper, reproduced textures or the textures of reproduction. 20 pictures total, including an index page. Flours: pearl millet, finger millet, buckwheat, barley, whole wheat, chickpea. Other: wood, nails, wire, concrete, wood glue, inkjet print, wicker.

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Intangible Cat

CRUUDEUCES/HOMOGENIZED TERRESTRIALS/ANDREW QUITTER/DOG HALLUCINATION – ‘The Moon is Hungry’ 4-way split  2xC20 $8.5(US/CAN)/$12(World)
moon-h-1_sFour artists are compiled here on two 20 minute cassettes. Sound constructions by Homogenized Terrestrials, Andrew Quitter (Suburbia Melting, Regosphere, Crooked Columns), Cruudeuces, and Dog Hallucination are juxtaposed over these tape sides, demonstrating alternate perspectives on matters of mood, space, dynamism, genesis, deterioration, unseen forces, and other such glean-able notions. Each artist’s contribution zooms in / muses / gyrates / meditates / drones / grinds / thumps on its own dark theme. These 4 pieces being separated onto their own sides of tape invites the engaged cassette-flipper to consider each side with a different mindset if at all possible, then to relate and contrast their impacts. The artwork of the two J cards deals in weird metaphysical flights of fancy, played out in meticulous photoshop collaging imagined and executed by Dog Hallucination. Home printed in vivid colors, hand cut and assembled into simple side-by-side double cassette boxes. The tapes were dubbed at home in real time.

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NO=FI Recordings

RAINBOW ISLAND – ‘Road To Mirapuri’ C20 6E
Rainbow cover animal psiRAINBOW ISLAND are back with new recordings after their great debut album (RNBW – LP), out one year ago on Flying Kids Records. This four piece band keeps on exploring dreamy and solitary colourful islands which probably exist exclusively in their twisted minds. Listening to this album we are driven through psychedelic roads made of oscillators and arpeggiators, heading towards this magic world called Mirapuri. This land is erected with drones, synths and electronic percussions; an intangiblevoice rises to tell visitors Mirapuri’s primitive stories and ritual liturgies, and sometimes it just screams against shadows in the forest. At the end of the Road, you start to glimpse the Lagoon, while walking on a bridge assembled with psych loops. This is the place where the Rainbow ends and maybe… who knows… we’ll find also the pot of gold! And if not… damn, it has been a wild-eyed wander at any rate ! RAINBOW ISLAND sounds like some Black Dice were fighting against italian 70s synth-progressive or could sound like kinda of bongo-loid Fuck Buttons were playing in a jungle. And it’s all in a really nice cassette with a cover printed on Risograph, limited to 100 copies. what’s more?

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Not Not Fun

BLACKHOODS – ‘SUNK’ CS
awesome dub-sludge processional headbang magic by this hooded UK duo.
dread riffs, bodies hidden in the moors, the whole vibe. hand-stamped
and numbered.

RUSSIAN TSARLAG – ‘LIVING IN THE PAST’ CS
we’ve tsang the Tsarlag’s praises a hundred times, and each time feels
more merited than the last. stunning 6-song collection on Gonzales’s
new Wasp Video Roadhouse imprint. if we’d heard this earlier it woulda
topped our Best Of 2013 list over all the riff-raff out there.

BOBBY DRAINO – ‘BRAIN DRAIN’ 12″
one of the best SILK’s of this long weird year slides in under the
buzzer. dynamic blasted acid encrusted over fried analog rhythms – a
lot of people do this shit but few do it this well. one day people
will realize how sick this is; hopefully we’ll be alive.

ROBEDOOR – ‘CITY OF SCUM’ CS
a stray parcel of six copies salvaged from the October European tour
of this Tokyo-dubbed industrial cave ritual assemblage. when these are
gone they’re gone.

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David Lackner – ‘In the Well of Eternal Living and Dying’ [Review]

in_the_well_square_styled 300x300Having followed Galtta closely since David Lackner called go, I’ve been waiting for the label-manager and core player to press himself onto vinyl. The results are not what I expected. Consider Lackner’s C40 from 2011, ‘My Leader, the Baby is Dead’: proudly mechanical, melodic phrases and recorded speech are made inhuman yet ritualistic, such that the notion of ‘sci-fi psychosis’ feels appropriate for the synthetic stew of copulating tubes and lab-grown feelings. Conversely, the A-side-long title track for ‘In the Well of Eternal Living and Dying’ bustles like a tree of birds with the twittering of flutes and charming honk of sax; bright percussion, bulbous bass, and the taut tones of Rhodes piano layout an always ascending rhythm; all the while, group vocals sing lyrics that seemingly capture the most psychedelic moments of Murakami’s meditation on human scale, The Wind-up Bird Chronicle – all to the effect of a more jazzy, less angsty Joan of Arc. In the gaps of the anthem, instruments swirl in Kraut-rock crescendos – a commune of solos – echoing the jubilee of bands like Akron Family and the instrumentalists Anvil Salute. Big, vibrant, and hardly the weirdness we feel from Lackner’s previous work. Then you flip the thing over and the familiar weird washes over you. “Still Inside” captures what I know and love most of Lackner’s outfit, while at the same time dashing silly concerns that the record could not do this and more: fronted by a looping mew with Furby-like emotional appeal, modulated synthesizers and staticky drumming form a ledger onto which hubristic saxophone jives in mockery of the programmed instructions murmuring throughout. Wonderfully weird. Similarly, the bad trip “Send in the Clowns” layers more instruction over a relentless gabber beat with glib effects and quasi-abrasive guitar (?) sounds – similar to the satire of Kylie Minoise – yet still sounding strangely accomplished as a composition. The brutal assault on existence continues by bleeding through the subliminal “Regular People” into the finale “A Semiperfect Number:” reaching the level of sentience and aesthetic spasms of Oneohtrix Point Never’s most recent work, a wild combination of timbrel swatches, rhythmic patches, and vaguely meaningful signifiers squirm with a futurist’s sentimentality. Lackner keeps building, building, and once he perfects this new edition to the complex, there should be nothing but hits to follow. LP limited to 300 copies.

Galtta LP
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Lips Infection

Lip 23 Hinyouki – ‘Hainyou’ CDr
hinyoukiFrom an extremely sweet rawness, “Hainyou” (a Japanese noun that means urination or micturition) is wrapped with her very own harsh intensity. Using constant acrimonious flirtations, some hoarse loops, this abstract noise work grabs you and holds on the experience of a goldenshower. Its brusque and dry beginnings gradually become a exalted force, his strident euphony slightly hidden in aggression is frontal and succumb slowly to the end. An extreme and enjoyable listening of good-old abstract harsh noise pushed to the limits for pleasure & sadism’s shake! Released in white dvd-case. Limited Edition of 25 copies.

Lip 24 Naturalismo – ‘Interno’ CDr
naturalismoMaximalist ambient. Yes-input feedback. Subtractive synthesis. Shallow listening. Circuit-mending. Altered statuses. Reverb romanticism. Narrative LFOs. Digital palimpsests. Filter massage. Hardware phenomenology. Three movements from the Inside. Released in silver dvd-case. Limited Edition of 25 copies.

Lip 25 Ana Venus – ‘Born To Be Wild’ CDr
ana venusMichelle Wild was the brightest star on the sky of Hungarian golden age porn. Acid eyes, beautiful nose, sweet vagina. ‘Born to be wild’ is an obeisance to her films that were masturbated to by a generation. Ana Venus’ tribute album makes you remember the liters of sperm she swallowed while you are listening to a harsh, psychedelic trip with moans and screams till you ejaculate on your speakers. Released in white dvd-case. Limited Edition of 25 copies.

Lip 26 Abisyeikah/Venta Protesix split 7″ lathe-cut
abisyeikahventaprotesixWithin the scientific literature the term pinku noise is sometimes loosely used to refer to any noise with a power spectral density of the form: loli / midi x distortion. Lips Infection proudly presents a double-faced 7” etched with two theorems on pinku noise: Abisyeikah (JP) calculates the probability of extracting hallucinogenic effects from collage of youtube videos and stuttering MIDI files; Venta Protesix (ITA) plots the asymptotic limit of legality by embedding lolicore into computer-simulated cities. Released on 7″ lathe cut with screenshots of the messages received from the pressing plants who have refused to press this record for the rape sample contained in the Venta Protesix’s track. Limited Edition of 12 copies but this release is already cult.

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Fabrica

LUCIERNAGA – ‘COLLECTED WORKS 2008-2013’ CD
Luciernaga is the experimental ambient/noise project of Fabrica Records founder and co-owner Joao Da Silva. Luciernaga’s music has been described as more surreal than ethereal, dark and foreboding yet hopeful. Luciernaga tends to bypass melody in favor of complex layers of sounds and textures created through processed field recordings, treated acoustic/electric guitar, buddha machine, tibetan signing bowl, shruti box, mbira and voice. Fabrica Records was born in 2010 in the Gowanus section of Brooklyn, NY with the release of “Life Passes Away Like Idle Chatter” by Luciernaga. A limited edition of 100 home-dubbed 44 minute long cassettes, with hand-painted covers (including an excerpt from an Octavio Paz poem on the flap) and labels, containing a collection of field recordings, tape loops, treated acoustic and electric guitar, synth drones, and sampled dialogues from a documentary on the history of U.S. interventions in Latin America recorded over a 2-year period. “Life Passes…” opened the doors for Fabrica, introducing the label to fellow experimental/noise music obsessives, independent label heads, and a wide variety of amazing and talented weirdos. Since 2010 Fabrica has released limited edition cassettes, cds and lps for Robert Turman, Insect Factory, Rambutan, Hakobune, Public Speaking, Lazurite, and Aeronaut among others. “Collected Works” includes compositions selected from the first four and now out-of-print Luciernaga cassettes plus unreleased material. The photographs used to decorate the insert and tray card of the CD were taken around the Gowanus neighborhood the day after Superstorm Sandy and serve as a tribute to the section of Brooklyn where both Fabrica and Luciernaga were born. On January 11, 2014 Luciernaga will be performing for the first time in Santiago, Chile with long-time friends and fellow Fabrica recording artists A Full Cosmic Sound. This CD compilation was put together for this performance and will be available first in Santiago, Chile and then in the U.S. after January 14. Mastered by Eric Hardiman (Rambutan/Tape Drift).

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Hospital Productions

RON MORELLI – ‘Backpages’ EP
The L.I.E.S. kingpin returns with a 30 Minute warehouse-bound EP followup to his ‘Spit’ Album. 3 new tracks plus an extended 9 minute version of ‘Crack Microbes’. Mastered and Cut by Matt Colton at Alchemy. Ron Morelli returns to stare down the ‘floor with four pieces written during the stress-busting sessions for ‘Spit’. The muggy, droning welt of ‘Public Consumption’ kicks off with the sound of New York techno shot from the hip, while ‘Another Hit’ vents a vintage era-Regis style built on skull-chipping snares and effluent acid modulation. The album’s writhing batacuda banger, ‘Crack Microbes’ reappears here as an extra-ferric extended Version, sustaining the hypnotic intensity for nine minutes of panic attack acid and febrile cowbells, while ‘’Rushing Again’ escorts us to a close with triplet techno shook down by railgun snares and a grotty synthline.

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The Original Flowering Earth – ‘Hosshin’ [Review]

OFEtapesIt’s late in a season of untimely cold, yet we’re fortunate to see the emergence of The Original Flowering Earth, the solo work of Kyle Wade. The ‘Hosshin’ C30 is the third or fourth tape under the title, but shows a deliberation and creative clarity from the Goldtimers label manager. Structured as a side-long collage on A, and a triplet of meditative practices on B, the tape presents synthesizer minimalism nicely-balanced between the negation of forms and the position of content. While like most ambient works the composite sound seems inclined to retreat into the background, this is not the only force of the sounds in aggregate, which is why we might not define this as ambient so much as deep listening: phenomenally so similar, yet practically so opposed. For the absent-minded listener, there is little to jog you from your fugue – all the synthetic sounds are familiar, smooth, naturopathic. Shimmering, swelling, chirping. Yet for those looking for the shape of this content, for an arc or a pattern, the experience is far more rewarding. A soft break of thunder billows the sky. An arpeggiotic thought escapes like an uncanny configuration of rocks. A slow blink between moments feels too serene to be coincidence, drawing us back to the author of this sound and practice. Edition of 50.

((Cave)) Recordings cassette
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