Seven for 2011
FEDICIA EXINE REMIXES (FRONT AND FOLLOW)
The brooding strings and accordion elegy by Doomed Bird of Providence, who spin tales of Australia’s dark colonial past, gets comprehensively altered over six remixes. I Am a Vowel leads with undulating drones eventually allowing some uplifting notes out into the light at the end of the mix, Mark Beazley introduces electric and classic guitar and retains more of the vocal; Position Normal let the harpist play amid desolate urban atmospherics, Cloud in the Shape of Klaus Schulze (not Herr Schulze but, confusingly the collaboration between Time Attendant and Jonny Mugwump, I think) reverberates the ensemble, adds some flute and 70s synth-noise for a heady pastoral space brew in phase 1, before dropping back into quasi-Iberian then avant-noise takes in phases 2 and 3 – varied and bewitching; Bristolian Zoon van SnooK riffs on an odd but danceable and constantly shifting bubbler ; and Robert Logan’s Diazapam mix adds a pulse which the echoed and distorted vocal rides well. All in all, a pretty strong digital-only remix package, and selecting one is a lottery. With their fine source material, get Doomed Bird, already tracked by the likes of Tom Ravenscroft, on at your nearest ‘twisted folk’ night pronto.
Fedicia Exine (I Am A Vowel mix) by frontandfollow
MARIA MINERVA – TALLINN AT DAWN (NOT NOT FUN)
An artist on which Wire critique unusually compelled me to listen. Minerva specialises in spectral wisps, most of her songs barely exist, music not drowning but drowned by the FX palate, neither here or there in your presence. As an aesthetic it’s a good and consistent one, the artist genuinely able to match her music to its haunted catalysts which could be [unfulfilled] homosexual desire and the exquisite loneliness of the bedroom, along with the general feeling that any worlds other than the one she’s currently experiencing carry more resonance. And when Minerva gets it right, as in the first minutes of A Little Lonely’s shimmering but woozy disco, the music soars.
But the Tallinn Dawn album put out by Not Not Fun (wow, a double negative adverb, how evasive!) and even A Little Lonely, which tails off rather lamely with no effort to get back to the ecstatic mores of the first two minutes, are quite maddening for any listener more interested in engagement than critique, as it means the songs ghost in and out leaving scant trace of their existence. Part-formed and intent on evading any sense of Now.
Maria Minerva - Disko Bliss by nofearofpop.net
BOK-BOK – SOUTHSIDE EP (NIGHT SLUGS)
Label owner’s solo debut. Though Slugs’ impact on clubland and sonic trends has been sufficient to inspire infamous and ambitious detailed track by track analysis, their output has ebbed and flowed with some truly great moments (‘Wut’, Velour and Jam City’s EP) accompanied by some filler. The same is true on this EP – the first three tracks are so-so higher tempo workouts with the drums sounding loud and clear but the riffs and effects fairly ineffective – Remainder at one stage has a flanged out drop I’d be a little embarrassed to keep even on my own not-fit-for-public consumption musical experiments; Charisma Theme promises anthemic release but doesn’t quite get there; while Hyperpass is a bit acid-techno with Phuture-type dread vox but fairly unmemorable. It’s the last two tracks that do it, dropping the need to bang with much heavier dynamics. Silo Pass begins with scratched hip-hop loops and ambient conversation, before building up into a old-school grime riff given space to breathe and play off the drums. The snatched conversation continues emphasising the urban feel and giving it the air of a DJ playing it out. Look (Dub) – with its plucked acid stabs, heavy percussion and the old dramatic string up against drum machines working overtime to fill within the time signature – also creates a decent air of sustained menace. Would like to see a bit more of the spirit of these last two tracks in his more dance-oriented tracks.
BOK BOK - Silo Pass (NS010 preview) by BokBok
TROPIC OF CANCER – SORROW OF TWO BLOOMS EP (BLACKEST EVER BLACK)
Exquisite goth, or is it witch-rock now? Lone basslines striding out above the guitar, Dr Jeep-style rhythm monotony, breathy vocals you can’t hear, record cover of a heavily veiled woman viewing her ruined beauty in the mirror. there’s a part of me that’s always a willing supplicant to this moody, decadent aesthetic. That’s A Colour and Temporal Vessels, but Dive (the Wheel of the Law) ditches the goth motifs and ascends into haunted folk territory, riding a primitive drum machine thud to fine effect. ToC are part of the Blackest Ever Black label, who are carving quite a niche out for lovingly prepared, post-industrial dark output, where all the 80s references are quite fresh and not totally played out. Corky and I are going to this and looking forward to it!
Tropic of Cancer - A Color [Blackest Ever Black, 2011] by Blackest Ever Black
PALE SKETCHER – SEVENTH HEAVEN (GHOSTLY INTERNATIONAL)
Jesu and Godflesher Justin Broadrick’s jumping off point for his new project is the breakbeats, trip-hop and overall blunted ranges of the 90s, but all done behind a permeable wall of FX to take the sound beyond mere raver or weed-smoking fayre. Some mastering pedants would no doubt like to get at the mix to separate out the constant incidental glitch and queasy feel, moreover there’s no micro-programming of each quant of beatsthe distinctive sound is capable of delivering emotional grandeur. Yet the treated vocals and riffs still soar in their own way with emotional grandeur, hinting at a transcendental purpose. Seventh Heaven itself is probably the standout yet the ep all stands up; King Midas Sound’s remix of Wash It All Away complements the aesthetic, while Resonanz Therapie Musik differs the most with its drowsy industrial 80s soundtrack feel. Looking forward to hearing more.
Pale Sketcher - Seventh Heaven by alexandroid
SHACKLETON – WOE TO THE SEPTIC HEART
Deferring from either the Honest Jon’s EP or Fabric mix, I went for the ep on his own new Woe to the Septic Heart label. The form with Sam Shackleton hasn’t changed much since he hit his range on Skull Disco, microcosmic rhythm programming, eerie dubs, occasional dark humour – am I the only one to find the Shack sound totally beguiling but also occasionally a little irritating, able to get under your skin like a tic? But in this alien carrier lies a sense of terror and malaise which is a good thing, urging you to a deeper listen to force definition. Both Man on a String and Bastard Spirit have insistent bass patterns as the impetus for all manner of rhythmic and instrumental interplay, pitch-bent Arabic flavours on the former, wind chimes on the latter. Scratched into either side of the out-vinyl is a message – the Danger Lies Within and the Crisis of Our Country is Not Caused by External Forces. Stay with Shackleton to help you escape our epistemological sinkhole.
Shackleton 'Man on a String Pt 1 & 2' (Woe to the Septic Heart) by punchdrunkmusicdotcom
LONE – ECHOLOCATIONS EP (R&S)
Some of us, if we’re honest, had found our place when fourth-world rave utopia segued with pre-jungle mania, and would have been happy sticking there, so Lone pushes the right buttons straight away. Yet it’s very typical as a selective buyer that, having been wooed by pretty much everything on the streams of his various releases as well as his Xoyo mix, when I finally reach for an ep – the six-tracker Echolocations – I was left a little unsatiated despite all the desired elements being in place. Matt Cutler makes it clear he’s not doing this stuff for pure retro value itself (and in an if not totally validated then certainly accepted Retromaniacal world he has nothing to apologise for). Only Explorers riding in on deranged half-backwards riff whose filters punctuate the gap reminding you of everything and nothing of your subcultural life, really does it. The new agey, harp-led Dolphin is useful too, but as with Bok Bok the Coreshine Voodoo lead track (as much as this matters on a digital release) seems a bit of a letdown; glockenspiel works off banging drums and the rave riff to no great effect. Lone can clearly come up with these riffs in his sleep but maybe a little more development is needed. No need to ditch the re-vision, few can deliver a sound with as much brightness and vitality as this producer and it’s not the case this sound suffers from contextual displacement, but maybe a wider sound palate, a bit more dysfunctionality and a little bit less re-creation will take him to the next stage.
LONE - Explorers by ana_basha
Hope this inspires a few purchases of your own. It’s certainly leading me to whack the highlights of all these together in a mix. That I’ll do. In the next bit. Of time. There’s a systemic breakdown of the establishment going on!