Showing posts with label improv. Show all posts
Showing posts with label improv. Show all posts

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Ville Moskiito-Retkikertomuksia


I’m too old to fuck around with the internet and figure out what this is all about. My knowledge of Scandinavian languages is pretty shit, but I figure this to be Finnish. Have no clue if that’s right though. So if you’re the type of person who trolls blogs voice little corrections to my posts, why not reinsert your main into your mum’s cunny (guess who’s read Pepys too) and leave the writing to the drunken losers. The only thing lamer than my bullshit ecrits is those who want to actually correct them. I think reading more than one of my posts will surely convince you that I spend the minimum amount of time drafting these shit stains. I don’t even fucking edit them let alone fact check. So if I sez this is a mantis dragging its rigid appendages across some Venusian stringed instrument, darling, you really don’t need to tell me it was made on Jupiter.

Here (Reup 6/6/12)

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Organisation-Tone Float


Kraftwerk can do no wrong in my book. Okay, maybe there was a few missteps (here’s looking at Electric Café kid) but I remember hearing this troupe in my youth and having my ass handed to me out of shock. Their sound seemed to come out of nowhere and startled my infantile ear holes in a way that made me wish I was made out of metal. And wouldn’t everything be so much better if that dream were actualized? Admittedly, it wasn’t until I was older that I became aware of this pre-Kraftwerk recording. It’s not the Holy Grail or anything, but it does give you insight into where these men-machines came from. And hey, Electric Café wasn’t all that bad.

Here (Reuped 6/8/12)

Blue Sun


More NWW list business to attend to. A lesser known and heralded work on that daunting list of plenty of overratedness. These Danes can get plenty cheesy, but there’s still some good moments to be found, like in the mellow improv of their eponymous cut. I dunno, this one seems more for the collectors then the dilettantes. Still, I’ll stand by track two.

Here (Reuped 6/8/12)

Monday, September 13, 2010

Ejwuusl Wessahqqan


I'm sure that if you've spent any time looking beyond the genera classics, you've had more then your fair share of Krautrock disappointments. There's been plenty of times when a newly discovered "forgotten classics" hits the record scum circuit and everyone laps it up for a month or two before filing it away on a shelf, never to be played again. But here's one that actually was worth the digging. Stoned out improv folkings by a trio of basement dwellers. One of the dudes even plays some homemade thing called the filouphon. This album should definitely be better known.

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

The Beat of the Earth

The trilogy is finally complete, albeit in a nonchronological order. So, if you've been keeping up with things around here, you might remember me posting the Relatively Clean Rivers and Electronic Hole albums. Here's one more by Phil Perlman. Again, it's not like either of those. This is more like a mountain of odd instruments that was scaled by some dirty hippies who got a little too high for their own good and began to fall from the crest. Two really great free form cuts that sound as trancey as V.U. or their German brethren. This is my fav of Perlman's three. Nicely creepy.

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Tuesday, May 11, 2010

No Neck Blues Band-Empty Bottle, Chicago, IL 10/2/03

Here's something that I know does not exist on the internet. As far as I know me and maybe 3-4 other people have some cdrs I made of this show that my brother and I attended and he recorded. In college I went through a pretty heavy period of collecting all of their limited run releases and was able to amass quite a large catalog of their work. It was probably my obsessive streak which made me value their records so much (I did the same thing with C93 & NWW too). But I suppose that's the nature of fetish. In retrospect, I still think they have some work that really stands up well. And live they were really fun. I did like the fact they threw cymbals at audience members. In a room full of chin stroking snobs, it's pretty funny to watch as some American Apparel clad loser catches a metal frisbee with his mug. I think that's a pretty good lesson for most bands to learn. Even if you are actually a good band, most likely your fans are lame. So have fun with it.

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