the zen of sound
Hi. I'm RKF, guitarist for Korperschwache. For eighteen years I published reviews of obscure underground music in THE ONE TRUE DEAD ANGEL. Here I discuss essential bands and albums from my own collection.
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p is for procrastination
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Thursday, April 10, 2014
p is for power monster
Limited to 25 copies
Finally, a full-length release from Austin's other queen of noise, Alexandra Pharmakadis. Ali has been pretty regular about playing shows around Austin (she's in Providence at the moment, bumming out the locals), but this is only her second release in oodles of years, after a 2010 3-inch cdr. This cassette is a short (under thirty minutes) but potent avalanche of straight-up ugly power electronics, all crunchy walls of noise and screechy pedal-fu. The first side is one long track, "Enmity," which is a slow-motion avalanche of grossed-out noise hell, crunchy grinding ugliness that sort of passes for a rhythm, and bursts of harsh screeching and signifying of rusting mechanical filth. This is the sound of things being blown up and replayed in slo-mo while drenched in overmodulated deathfuzz. OOOO SO SUPER FUCKING CRUNCHIES
The flip side of the tape is pretty happening, too, with two songs, one ("Entropy") fairly long, the other ("End") pretty short. "Entropy" isn't quite as violent and far-ranging as the first side's epic, but it's super-crunchy and tinnitus-inducing, with harsh tones like someone frantically scraping blackboards with shards of broken plastic. Le super uglinesses happening here! So rude it will make your eyes water. This is the sound of metal being mulched. MMM MMMMMM YUMMY NOISE NOMS
The cassette's final minutes are taken up by "End," in which ass-shaking reverb and waves of noise that come and go, insinuating a vastness to the unseen arena from which these noises erupt like strafing waves of anti-aircraft fire. I greatly approve. This is noisy filth for the sake of filth, just the way I like my open acts of antisocial vandalism. Bonus points for boobies on the cover.
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Monday, September 2, 2013
s is for sky burial
Sky Burial -- PAS THE SARVERING GALLACK SEAS AND FLAMING NEBYUL EYE [Obfuscated Records]
Sky Burial's latest release, with a cryptic title taken from a line in Russell Hoban's dystopian novel RIDDLEY WALKER, builds on the expansion of sound and ideas found on the previous release THERE I SAW THE GREY WOLF GAPING. Spearheaded by Michael Page and originally intended as a dark-ambient counterpart to his industrial / noise project Fire In The Head, Sky Burial's sound has gradually morphed over the years into something far more complex than mere dark ambient drone, a notion made obvious by the first track, "Na Fir Ghorm," which announces itself with a burst of keyboard notes swaddled in ping-pong delay and a scratchy rhythm that eventually resolves into long keyboard drones and a synth-driven sound reminiscent of early Tangerine Dream. Piper Craig McFarlane and Nocturnal Emissions sound-sculptor Nigel Ayers also contribute to the sonic tapestry, which winds and unfolds into layers of sound that rise and fall against the bedrock drone. The title track, whose drone center is leavened with cryptic sounds from Page and several collaborators (John Balistreri of Slogun and Self, Pentti Dassum of Umpio and The Kali Ensemble, and the mysterious Stargazer's Assistant), is a bit closer to Sky Burial's original aesthetic -- plenty of unearthly sounds processed from unidentifiable sources, some rhythmic and some textural, all flowing through and around a dark cosmic drone.
The next two tracks -- "Vessel" and "The Longest Day Heralds The Darkness To Follow" -- take up the bulk of the album, with each one in the neighborhood of twenty minutes. "Vessel" begins with deep, bleak drones from the blackest realms of space, but that ominous sound is eventually augmented by elements of sparse, clattering percussion and high-pitched keyboard wailing, then by looped cyclotron sounds and a wide variety of shifting keyboard textures that keep the lengthy piece from ever becoming static. The next track continues the motif of the interstellar drone, but adds more rhythmic elements and an edgier sense of dissonance, along with intermittent explosions of sound just to keep you on your toes. The final track, "Fuligin Cloak," is a stacked ensemble of keyboard drones constructed with assistance from Andrew Grant (aka The Vomit Arsonist, whose name conjures up images you would probably never wish to have floating around in your skull). Those majestic drones are peppered with the audio equivalent of cosmic stardust, and the sound that results is as elegiac as they are haunting.
As always with Sky Burial, not only is the album itself excellent, but the packaging is worthy of its own attention. The disc comes in a beautiful spot-laminated digipak with original photography by Daniel Page, and its overall design is simple but elegant, with blue and white hues that nicely complement the album's mysterious, ethereal feel. Another essential purchase for the discerning dronehead.
Friday, June 28, 2013
f is for flaming fire
A wee piece written for the liner notes of the forthcoming new album by Flaming Fire:
FLAMING FIRE
Flannery O'Connor reinterpreted for Greek theater, pagan Americana by way of the bar room singers from THE WICKER MAN, unconventional spirituality channeled through pop music… these peculiar juxtapositions of genre and intent go a long way toward explaining how impossible it is to easily explain the phenomenon that is Flaming Fire, a musical collective from New York who combine elements of baroque music, Greek theater, performance art, and a traveling tent revival to create one of the most unique groups currently passing as pop music. Led by eccentric musical polymath / preacher man Patrick Hambrecht and a revolving cast of participants (too many to even begin to keep track of, although his wife Kate and Lauren Weinstein remain regular players), their sound owes much to the seventies new wave / post-punk era, inviting comparisons to off-kilter bands like Devo, Gang of Four, Romeo Void, and the Residents, just to name a few. What separates them from the rest of the pack is their lyrical focus on spiritual concerns, couched in a peculiar form of pagan Christianity steeped in the kind of archetypes and apocalyptic signposts common to Flannery O'Connor's vision of the South. Like O'Connor, their visions of the Holy Spirit are not without a certain level of black humor and irony -- reflected most intensely in the brilliant "Kill The Right People" and the equally creepy "Goddess of War" -- and while their approach is oblique and unsettling enough to make one initially wonder just how serious they are about anything (much less religion), they are certainly no strangers to the concept that a great and unknowable mystery is at the center of all religion.
While the band's religious underpinnings are unquestionably a focal point of their sound and vision, unlike a lot of God-centric bands, they have never allowed it to overshadow the music; they've never denied their spiritual roots, but they've never made a big deal of it, either. It just it is, present for you to take it or leave it. Their pagan take on Christianity -- strange as it may be for a leader who grew up in the Southern Baptist church -- makes it considerably more accessible for those creeped out by the more conventional (and judgmental) brand of evangelical Christianity common to most Christian bands. It also helps immensely that their lyrics are unencumbered by the tedious and predictable dogma of most Christian bands, and that the band's revolving roster includes members who don't even share Hambrecht's religious views. Their surreal pageantry, best compared to a psychedelic form of Greek theater, lends yet another layer of spectacle to their epic performance art.
Of course, the band's memorable songs, built around catchy beats and melodies and anchored by beatific singing, make it entirely possible to appreciate the band without even agreeing with (or paying attention to) their lyrics. Certainly the jaw-dropping spectacle of their whacked-out live shows provides plenty of entertainment even for those totally uninterested in their spiritual side, and this is the diabolical genius of the band's existence: the way they have couched their message and their belief in such a deceptively festive and theoretically ironic manner means that they are able to appeal even to those ideologically opposed to their entire existence. It doesn't hurt that they have been consistently listenable for over more than a decade as a band, with a thematically consistent vision that has not wavered despite a revolving door of players. One can only hope that the band will be plying their subversive form of theological performance art for another decade to come.
Monday, April 22, 2013
c is for cassette culture
CASSETTE ANARCHY NOW!