I intended the blog's title to be nonsense. However, if we take the psychoanalytical approach to word association, we might argue that the name carries a deeper significance and communicates something about me. This might well be true, as I have, indeed, pathetically fallen asleep on a compost heap (well, a pile of lawnmower clippings) on more than one occasion.
Hope that answers your question Bradley and thanks for asking.
There hasn't been enough weirdness here recently. Let's have some weirdness. Set the weird-o-meter to debigulation mark 5, press the yellow button, and secure the velcro snaps on your foam helmets folks. We're going in.
Contestants you will go on my first whistle. Gladiators, you will go on my second whistle
MP3: Lee Noble-Your Privilege
Lee Noble is a lad from Los Angeles whose album Horrorism comes from a point of agonised stasis inside a darkly luminous mental pit of some depth. His music is very home-made in that creaky bedroom way that belies the intimate nature of the recording process even when Lee musically spelunks into the bathyspheric trenches of consciousness. Much of the time his droning experimental folk sounds delicate and tender, yet other times it sounds churning and overwhelming, a gathering storm of dreadful thoughts, the wraiths of insecurity that haunt a certain type of psychedelically turned-on self. Horrosim comes highly recommended if you enjoyed Patrick Kelleher's You Look Cold.
MP3: Pete Swanson-Misery Beat
Listen to this gnarled squeaking mess. It's like some mutilated monstrosity pulling itself across a school basketball court in a late night teen horror flick. Man with Potential is Pete Swanson's (formerly of Yellow Swans) new album of swarming, damaged electronica, deliberately engineered to unsettle the listener. Remember how Richard D.James once managed on his Come to Daddy EP to simultaneously spook and exhilarate? Swanson pulls off something close to that here. In interviews, he has spoken about using a virtual reality machine that supposedly replicates the sensations associated with schizophrenia, and the corrosive power of the record certainly communicates a fractured sensory system, if not outright madness.
MP3: Kevin Hufnagel-Sunshower
Once again the mighty cokemachineglow introduces me to an album that's set to fascinate me for months to come. Kevin Hufnagel is a French Canadian drone artist with a background in death metal. His album Transparencies is a grandiose effort, earnest as fuck in its intention to create music of weighty sculptural beauty. You can almost picture the sort of guy he is - the serious fella in a long coat who reads philosophy books in pubs during the day, and moonlights in a dozen musical collectives associated with the local art school (the less trendy one) by night. Tumblr is something he sips his whiskey out of. Never change Kevin! Transparencies is a colossal album.
2 comments:
That Pete Swanson album is absolutely deranged - I have taken to listening to it while washing the dishes each evening (through earphones, it doesn't go down all that well with the housemates, most of whom favour soft guitar-accompanied ballads of heartbreak and Arcade Dire.) 'Misery Beat' is probably my favourite track of the new year.
yeah it can feel like mental ping pong, the way rhythms stutter and bounce across the stereo field. It's extraordinary alright.
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