Le Weekend Sunday night review

We arrived slightly late which meant the Glasgow Improviser's Orchestra had already begun when we arrived. We were lead up a stairway and along a corridor, a door was unlocked (?!) and we were in a dim auditorium looking down on approximately a dozen players. Most of them were still except this one blonde lady who sat, hands clasped as she screeched and wailed into a microphone. Suddenly another lady holding an upright bass suddenly struck the low string quite forcefully and looked around meaningfully. It continued in this way, each player or, at most, two players taking a shot at improvising. Quite engaging although began to drag towards the end. At one point the pianist was lifting and setting down the lid of the piano and then jingling his car keys about. Players were also staming their feet on the ground and clapping their hands to contribute spontaneous percussive sounds. My friend reckoned the whole thing was a bit impotent and stifled but I have to say it was this impotence that sort of endeared me to the whole affair.

Next was a screening of a film about Cornelius Cardrew and the Scratch Orchestra. It was edited to give it a sort of punk rock/fluxus vibe that I found quite appealling. The Scratch Orchestra, it seems, ultimately became overly concerned with politics. Cornelius Cardrew's extreme leftist leanings alienated the more bourgeious members. Anyway, by the end the film had sort of painted a picture of these guys as self-indulgent pompous dickheads. It's like they struggled to get laid or something and directed all this misplaced energy into some sort of abstract, inconsequential psuedo-political movement. I guess that sounds sort of harsh.. there was something cool and admirable about their initial anti-consumerist approach to music, it just seemed to get all blown out of proportion.

Then there was a performance by Nagasti Ne Te. I think that's what they were called. They were.. an odd choice for a self-proclaimed experimental music festival. Two chicks on bass and drums and a dude on guitar with harmonised vocals. Sort of struck me as the Japanese equivalent of Yo La Tengo cept with less dissonant rock moments. Their music struck me as slightly straightforward and dull. However, they were really polite, mild-mannered people so it was hard to bear any ill will towards them. The dude seemed sort of awkward and clumsy, carefully activating his pedals. He announced one song as "Me on the Beach" cept he pronounced it so it sounded like "bitch." Hilarious. Later, we surmised that that was what made them experimental - the marriage of sacharine melody to obscenely crude vocals, a nuance that was unfortunately lost on an English speaking audience.

Next up was Justice Yeldham. Second time I've seen this fool. Seeing the sheet of glass sitting in an instrument stand before he came on was getting me pretty amped. We looked around at the audience of middle-aged, self-styled intellectuals and I speculated that mass hysteria might erupt with people getting stampeded as everyone rushed for the exit. Then it would turn into an orgy but it would be a really depraved sinister orgy. People getting held down and cut while everyone stood around masturbating and watching. People writhing around in pools of blood and semen, headbutting each other. Me and my pal rapped on this theme for a while. We may be completely immoral and insane.
Justice was totally great. Not much variation from last time I saw him but still absolutely captivating. Dude delivers a completely visceral performance, really cathartic. The sight of his face pressed flat against a sheet of bloodied glass as he writhes around frantically combined with the inhuman processed howling and moaning that it creates is really exhilirating.

Finally, we had the Thing + ZU which I was anticipating highly. Unfortunately it sucked.
OK, it didn't totally suck. First the Thing came out and started off as a trio for about 10 minutes. Real high energy free jazz. I was getting completely psyched thinking I was witnessing one of the best things ever. Then ZU came out. They looked like nu-metal dudes. The bassist sort of had a rock/metal sensibility which I found a tad crude. Same with the drummer. And the ZU saxophonist didn't really contribute much I felt. Mats was on fucking fire tho. And the Thing drummer was awesome as well.
They played all these rock covers including a Lightning Bolt tune which had everyone cheering. Shame it was quite clumsily executed. Then for the encore they did a more subtle improv thing that was sort of more interesting than their actual set.

I bought the Monster Movie LP by Can from the Monorail stall then we went home.

PRURIENT / HOTOGUISU - Snail on a Razor CD review

This is one of the deepest, heaviest 'noise' albums I've ever encountered. I use the term hesitantly as whilst it is undoubtably harsh and dissonance, it avoids the stereotypes of noise music to produce something that flows, is beautiful and mesmerising whilst simultaneously being utterly harrowing. Prurient's idiosyncratic vocal howling is barely audible, submerged as it is within a maelstrom of noise. Dark waves of static and din collide and crash, evoking dim sad swimming pool echo and the gruelling tunnel despair of heavy rain and short days. Overall, this is a pretty monolithic piece of music, with sharp zaps of power-electronics swirling the listener from ancient decay to futuristic fucking torture so quickly, you may just feel nauseous. Another quality Hospital Productions product.

playlist

SUNN O))) - BLACK ONE
NIRVANA - BLEACH
UNWOUND - S/T
UNWOUND - NEW PLASTIC IDEAS
BLACK DICE - MILES OF SMILES
WHITEHOUSE - NEVER FORGET DEATH
BIG BLACK - SONGS ABOUT FUCKING

TOP 30 SONIC YOUTH SONGS

The Incomprehensible Outpourings of a Solipsistic Obsessive

Pattern Recognition

The way it all becomes completely unhinged towards the end.

The Sprawl

Ditto. But more balanced between screaming harsh chaos and blissful melody.

Word Looks Red

Frenetic slide guitar work. See live video for evidence.

She’s in a Bad Mood

Atonal one-chord drone opening.

Brave Men Run

Bohemian vocal wail married to guitar chime sickness.

Society Is A Hole

Turgid, choppy, slow-motion maelstrom of 1980s folk noise.

Death to Our Friends

Nightmare race on dark roads

Shadow of a Doubt

Midway thru, guitars build up momentum and churn, hum like burning ghosts. Ambient anguish.

Tunic

Pretty monolithic guitar riff drift pinned down with a steady, hypnotic beat.

The Wonder

The ‘solo’ is sort of revisited in a much brighter form on Incinerate.

Stereo Sanctity

Superb P K Dick vocal evocation, thundering/splintering zen drum chug whilst guitars sound like failing engines.

Pipeline/Kill Time

Cryptic, evocative lyrics issued with poetic nonchalance. Tumbling drums with best fill ever. You know the one I mean.

Female Mechanic Now on Duty

Midday anguish, grinding motion of construction/machinery.

Skink

Slow, heavy, and mesmerising, just how we like ‘em.

Dude Ranch Nurse

Ditto, but with more axe wailing which introduces a whole ‘nother element.

Sympathy for the Strawberry

Swelling mass of sonic fog – chilling wind chime tinkle.

Helen Lundeberg

No wave art rock (and roll???) Could be the ultimate Sonic Youth song, a real pleasant surprise at this stage in the game.

JC

Heavy, thick zaps of suburban summer thunder.

Bull in the Heather

Sci-fi zaps, robotic belches and maraca enhanced drum breaks.

Sweet Shine

Alternative universe diva whispering amidst guitar shimmer.

Winner’s Blues

Totally dig the reverb soaked vocal.

Becuz

Totally dig the noise intermission, specifically Thurston’s measured use of wah-wah. See live video for evidence.

Washing Machine

Haunting and tumbling in equal measures, initial unease is created with tunnel vocal and then dissolved with long mind baker of a noise meltdown

Sunday

62 Jazzmaster… rolling slow and smooth… Culkin’s lips… swinging hair… horse paintings... detached gaze

Contre Le Sexisme

Western epic dissonance

Marilyn Moore

Complete submerging despair, clanking guitar, insane shepard alone on isolated hill at midnight.

Blink

Really warm… bass mewls like a cat by a warm fire of slowly burning guitars…

Tom Violence

I’ve picked more songs from EVOL than I realised I would. This has very gradually become my favourite Sonic Youth record; initially I was actually quite underwhelmed by it. TV is teenage soul scream.

Expressway to Your Skull

All the mysteries of existence compacted into infinity minutes of rock affirmation – hysterical scree – eerie hospital ambience… (I refer to vinyl locked groove track length)

Early American

Haunting Kim G vocal… slow burning embers...

Recent disks I've been enjoying

Merzbow - Merzbuddha (rhythmic pulsing noise meditations)
No New York (an atonal yet dancable staple)
The New Blockaders - Gemantnichtswerk (disc two is crazy)
Mouthus - The Long Salt (heavy heavy electronic jungle dirges lost in falling rain)

stuff I look forward to jamming in the near future:
Merzbow/Giffoni/O'Rourke - Electric Dress
Vampire Can't - Key Cutter
Skaters - Dark Rye Bread
Starving Weirdos - Harry Smith
Brotzmann Octet - Machine Gun