Archive for September, 2015

Noiseweek: Hardcore Architecture, Flying Lotus, Windhand & Fait

Friday, September 4th, 2015

The sights, sounds and words of the week in noise.

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Inside Hardcore Architecture | Pitchfork

“Chicago-based artist and teacher Mark Fischer of Public Collectors has given us a strange and revealing new window on MRR and the ‘80s underground with Hardcore Architecture. Hardcore Architecture explores the relationship between the architecture of living spaces and the history of American hardcore bands in the 1980s. On his Tumblr, Fischer unites band info, demo tape, and record reviews culled from MRR issues from the ‘80s with Google Street View building images of the original contact addresses for bands. The juxtaposition of punk/hardcore/metal band names, ranging from the familiar (Sonic Youth, Judge, Didjits) to the unsung (Public Enema, Abra Cadavers, Death Puppy) plus text samplings from MRR’s quick hit reviews (“thrash” is inescapable) against images of fairly innocuous, sometimes charming, and often suburban homes (Fischer removes the exact street addresses from his postings for privacy reasons) gives us a different perspective on hardcore and its proponents. Ultimately, the blog tells a story about hardcore as a loose but passionate nationwide cultural network.”

How Flying Lotus Built Brainfeeder, His Spiritual Little Empire | The Fader

“This latest turn in Flying Lotus’ career hasn’t come out of nowhere. Born Steven Ellison, Steve to his friends, he has spent most of the past decade as the figurehead of the beat scene, an awkward term for a movement that sprung up in the late 2000s following years of experimentation at the edges of hip-hop and electronic music by artists such as Prefuse 73, Dabrye, and Madlib. A network powered by the internet and manifested through various physical nodes—the biggest of which remains Ellison’s hometown of Los Angeles—the beat scene reconfigured independent hip-hop by moving the focus away from rappers to instrumentals, and drawing on a wider sonic palette. It also helped make Ellison a household name, following a string of critically acclaimed albums on British label Warp Records and regular tours that had him circling the globe. In 2013, he was given his own radio station on Grand Theft Auto V, the fastest selling entertainment product of all time. He started 2015 with a six-month residency on BBC Radio 1. And now he has his own corner of a late night comedy show on U.S. television.”

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Windhand — Hyperion

Windhand channel True Widow in this latest cut from Grief’s Internal Flower, which is shaping up to be a ripper of a record. It’s a surprise it took so long for that beautiful mix of doom and shoegaze to become in vogue, and her it works so well, with those ethereal vocals sailing atop an ocean of thick, plodding fuzz. And how fucking heavy is that riff? Grief’s Internal Flower is out September 18 through Relapse.

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Fait — Solace

Fait’s latest clip is low-budget — all harsh light and smoke machines in a darkened sound stage — but it’s an apt accompaniment for Elise Higgins’ latest offering of slow-burn builds and unresolved tension.

The Last Audio Cassette Factory

In this fascinating micro-documentary, Bloomberg Business profile National Audio Company, the Springfield, Montana, factory which now stands as the last bastion of audio cassette manufacturing. It’s a fascinating look into the staying power of analogue, the reversal of predicted technological trends and the business sense of defiant stubbornness in the face of presumed obsolescence.

Sounds Like Hell: Facemeat

Thursday, September 3rd, 2015

Like the bastard love-child of Devo and Mr. Bungle, Facemeat are an unpredictable, many-armed force of nature. Armed with a military-grade horn section, the seven-piece eschew any and all expectations of structure and genre, making their 13-track debut, Questions for Men, an unpredictable and wildly exciting hour of uneasy listening.

Behind all the gimmickry and anti-conventionality of song structure and instrumentation, Facemeat are formidable musicians. From the wandering bassline of “My Wife and Children” that recalls a more unhinged Gerald Casele, to the apocalyptic brass of Hanging From A Line — and who thought horns could signal the end of the world? — there’s an intricate method in all the madness, even if it’s almost impossible to pick apart. Adam Moses’ is an expert of vocal nuance, his sardonic delivery walking a narrow line between macho bravado, mental breakdown and uproarious laughter — the perfect balance for a record exploring the failings of modern masculinity. If Hell needs a house band, this is it.

Questions for Men is out now through Art as Catharsis.

Anger Management: Myrkur

Wednesday, September 2nd, 2015

Every fortnight, we check in with all things heavy on RTRFM’s Critical Mass show.

As loathe as I am to admit it, its hard to write a review of the new Myrkur LP ‘M’ without first acknowledging the most irrelevant, yet most commonly discussed issues: the hype, backlash and controversy. So lets address it and move forward.

Last year, out of nowhere, Relapse Records unleashed the debut EP. A collection of scrappy, harsh black metal inspired by the mid-90s second wave of black metal with more than a tip of the hat to Ulver, plus some classical influences. These was some mystery behind the identity of the solo lady behind the project (name me one BM band worth their salt that didn’t have pseudonyms in the 90s) before it was revealed to be the sole project of Amalie Bruun (a solo artist more well known for her time in indie/synth combo Ex-Cops and MINKS).

Online trolls were quick to jump all over the project for reasons other than the music. Quick to hammer irrelevant details such as Relapse’s over the top promotion (Relapse doesn’t have a history of getting behind too many black metal bands), her musical history (irrelevant, you can’t make money playing black metal), the media hype (Terrorizer magazines cover/clickbait story “THE FUTURE OF BLACK METAL IS HERE” really added fuel to her detractors), a few shaky live shows (you can count the amount of times Myrkur has played live on one hand) and other unimportant elements. There was some very blatant sexism involved too, like somehow her EP had damaged the boys club credibility of “black metal legitimacy” or something. Pretty silly stuff.

To her credit, Bruun hasn’t let this phase her and has approached with a refreshing response of “if you don’t like it, listen to something else.” Metal musicians and social media often don’t mix well, so it’s great to see someone so level headed in the face of enormous criticism.

Myrkur’s first full-length is produced under the watchful eyes and ears of the ‘Trickster G’ himself Krystoffer Rygg (AKA Garm from Ulver). He’s been there, done that and moved forward in terms of black metal so you know he wouldn’t lend his talents to any old project. Rygg complimented Bruun when they met in an interview she mentions: “He said, ‘all these bands today, they go into the studios and they spend all this time trying to make it sound like shit. But yours sounded genuinely like shit,’” she recounts of their first encounter, chuckling. “‘There was so much beauty and authenticity in it.’”.

The sound of the album is also fleshed out by Teloch (Mayhem) on extra guitars/bass and Øyvind Myrvoll (Nidingr) on drums.

Opener “Skøgen Skulle Dø” really sets the tone for the album with layers of choir vocals mixed with feral shrieks and a folky riff. This gives way to some sinister sustained guitar feedback, tuba/horn drones and creepy whispers and laughs. It’s almost as if Myrkur is laughing at her detractors. This track reminds me a bit of Storm’s 1995 album, Nordavind, Bruun’s choir/clean vocals occasionally sounding a bit like Kari Rueslåtten.

There are some really memorable songs here, a few piano/vocal only tracks mixed in to underscore the light and darkness that a lot of good black metal has. Tracks such as “Jeg er Guden, I er Tjenerne” and the re-recorded “Dybt i Skoven” are very catchy with simple, almost indie-like song structures. But these moments are dark and have more in common with the weirdo, depressive rock of a cult band such as Joyless than anything else.

A true highlight is the powerful, Bathory-esque rumble of “Mordet,” featuring Chris Amott (Arch Enemy). Catchy and vicious with its primitive fury.

M isn’t the future of black metal, but it is not worth the scathing criticism that it has been getting. What it is is an album that is 100% worthy of your time and attention. Forget the hoopla surrounding it, this has some excellent songs.

Critical Mass airs every Wednesday from 9PM (GMT+8) on RTR FM 92.1 in Perth, Australia.

Lycia — A Line That Connects

Tuesday, September 1st, 2015

As vital trailblazers of ethereal darkwave, Lycia have produced nine studio albums that have evolved along a fascinating path: from the austere and cold drum machine-driven dirges written by founding member Mike van Portfleet into astounding dynamic soundscapes of ornate beauty that took Lycia’s distinctive bleak emotion into remarkably diverse stylistic territories. This breathtaking flourish occurred alongside the addition of David Galas and then Tara Vanflower to the project, resulting in some of the best albums of Lycia’s collection, such as The Burning Circle and Then Dust and the monumental effort that was Cold.

After the release of Empty Space in 2003, Lycia went quiet, with the odd solo effort from each of the band’s three members popping up here and there. It seemed Lycia were done, their tremendous contribution to a particular style of music mystifyingly underappreciated outside of their passionate fan base. Ten years later, Mike and Tara sprung a surprise, emerging from somnolence with Quiet Moments. With Tara singing on only a couple of tracks, it carried the feeling of something more of a solo effort from Mike. Nevertheless, it was a powerful reminder of the tremendous quality of Lycia; that they had returned not out of nostalgia, but as a group getting better at creating engulfing and exquisitely devastating music.

Two years on from that return, Lycia has now released their tenth studio album, A Line That Connects. This new record sees Lycia as a trio once again, with the immensely talented David Galas returning to the fold. If, with the benefit now of hindsight, Quiet Moments represented exciting prophecy, then A Line That Connects is a splendid resurrection foretold.

The new record is not just epic atmospherically, standing by its end at an hour and nine minutes. To their credit, none of this has been achieved by producing anything that gives the impression of being thrown in to seal up empty spaces, even if some tracks might seem more like bridges between others due to their relative brevity. Lycia’s new work holds you fast throughout with sweeping winds of scintillating gloom, compelling you to savour the fascination of the distant horizon. Each surge brings with it marvellous contrast, in one moment cutting across your skin with an icy regard, then effortlessly seizing your hair and filling you with the sense that you could take off and soar.

The sound on A Line That Connects rises as a sheer surface from the outset, like a towering unearthly cliff. If one were to debate that it is their best album since 1996’s Cold, then it undeniably has the best production on any Lycia record so far. The album glistens sonically as a treasure fashioned with great care, without being antiseptic. The huge effect of synths avoids the pitfall of suffocating the guitars. Whether the latter engages in clean and delicate notes and strums or eruptions of ferocious adrenaline, the elements stay out of each other’s way. The bass tones ring warm and clear and the vocals are free to provide the variation in effect and style that characterizes the album as a whole. When reverb plays such a big part, and when each instrument is aiming for the colossal, this really could have ended up a mess of detail bleeding into the amorphous. Alongside David Galas’ mixing efforts, the persistent genius of James Plotkin with the album’s mastering is clear.

Breaking the album down track by track can only provide a false impression. There is something for so many different tastes here. And yet, the album’s title resonates truly. A brooding darkness courses through the songs, whether each individual piece is lulling you into ecstasy or snarling with menace. Isolated from the whole, listening to the Swans-like industrial death march of “Illuminate” then the invocation of the Cocteau Twins in “Hiraeth” (featuring the wonderful Sera Timms of Black Mare and Ides of Gemini in a guest vocal appearance), one could be forgiven for thinking it was two completely different bands. Done properly — to sit down and lose yourself in the entirety of the album from beginning to end — the emotional connection is deep, powerful, and obvious. Whether you are a fan of drone, ambient, doom and other heavy music, goth, darkwave, shoegaze, post-rock or that 4AD sound (I could go on and on here), there will be something here for you to derive much joy from, perhaps broadening your palate along the way.

A Line That Connects finds Lycia as good as they get, a reverberant reminder of their priceless ability to create an immersive atmosphere built from huge sound. Such a progressive outcome through stylistic diversity shows that the band has a great deal to offer still, and should win them many new fans. One imagines that, more than twenty years after first becoming a three-piece outfit, this new album is as reinvigorating for them as much as it is for those who have long held a love for their music.

A Line That Connects is out now through Handmade Birds and Thrill Jockey.

The Black Captain will be hosting RTRFM’s Out to Lunch from 12pm (+8GMT) on September 3rd, as well as September 10th alongside Dave Cutbush.