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Antennas to Heaven: Ian William Craig

Monday, October 6th, 2014

Your weekly submersion into new and experimental music.

Voices, either softly spoken or delivered with a harsh growl, have the power to spark deep emotions on the ear. With this in mind, it’s a wonder how few artists in the ambient/noise game mine its obvious potential; Ian William Craig’s latest album A Turn of Breath makes confident strides in this pursuing the quality of the voice.

Craig’s voice exists in the same way Barwick’s ghostly echoes successfully dwarfed the atmosphere of Nepenthe. A place where words were rarely decipherable, though human voice undoubtedly the source of its majesty.

Craig opts not to limit himself to vocals only as tape loops, guitars and field recordings splatter the canvas of his world, though never in a way you would stop to notice a particularly cool guitar riff or vocal phrase. Cohesive immersion is the aim here and it largely succeeds.

‘On the Reach of Explanations’ begins with the repeated click and whirr of what sounds like a record player, signifying the conclusion of a side. Here it serves as introduction to a chorus of Craig’s looping and ethereal, noisey vocals. Some sound peacefully serene, while others bear the distorted grit of hallowed static. Together, they combine for some of the most perfectly orchestrated moments of melancholy and sanguine noise this year.

Antennas to Heaven: Meshes of Voice

Monday, September 29th, 2014

Your weekly submersion into new and experimental music.

It’s all in the name. Meshes of Voice sees the pairing of Norwegians Jenny Hval and Susanna Wallumrod in musical symbiosis, using their largely unadulterated vocals to present a strong collection of powerfully dark songs, highlighting the fragilities and strengths of the human voice.

A capella sing-alongs this is not; folk and black metal atmospherics dovetail the majority of the 15-track album. After all, one couldn’t expect a pairing of two Norwegian musicians not to pay homage to one of their country’s most well known musical exports.

‘I Have Walked This Body’ wades through dense movements of noise and drone that underline the duo’s rising angelic vocals. Later, it shifts into almighty wails that cut boldly through the murk, capturing an ancient feel of a fossilized sound lain dormant for centuries.

Antennas to Heaven: Vessel

Sunday, September 21st, 2014

Your weekly submersion into new and experimental music.

In 1977, music from Bach, Stravinsky, Blind Willie Johnson and Chuck Berry, among others, was placed aboard the Voyager Spacecraft and sent into orbit in hopes that extraterrestrial life or future humans would obtain a brief snapshot of Earth’s musical milieu.

If that expedition was to be repeated today, Vessel’s Punish, Honey is one record that deserves a seat next to Boards of Canada. Its genre-pushing, dystopian visions are unlike anything you’re likely to hear this year and overall represents a confident step forward for genres of experimental electronics.

Punish, Honey is a weirdly chaotic journey reflected through human and robotic spheres. With the members of Vessel having produced and built many of the instruments on here, the whole affair wouldn’t be out of place on a freakish alien rave party on Mars, albeit one in which the partygoers are all under the influence of some hellish futuristic drug.

Lead single ‘Red Sex’ is hard to pin, with a mechanically industrious beat and a woozy melody that comes off as kinda goofy but at the same time deathly serious, because it’s backed by this thudding rhythmic dirge. It draws comparisons to Fuck Buttons at their danceable best, with a primal edge and the same cracked sounds of the future.

There’s beauty to be had here as well: ‘Drowned in Water and Light’ shatters the dance floor left in the wake of ‘Red Sex’, replacing it with a series of razor-edged drum beats that disorientate and skitter before the bottom drops out, revealing the bare fragments of dub and a humanistic groan of pained melody, recalling label mate Clams Casino and his instrumental druggy comedowns.

If you’ve heard Vessel’s previous albums then you might be a little surprised by Punish, Honey’s increased physicality. But to accomplish this balanced level of base melody and experimental foray is something very few artists ever achieve, and when they do it, the act often contains only the thin veneer of experimentation. So don’t question the new direction; simply embrace it, in all its punishing glory. Just be sure to bring some headphones — this is the kind of music best enjoyed in the confines of your own head.

Antennas to Heaven: Esben and the Witch

Monday, September 15th, 2014

Silence the phone, draw the blinds and zone out to some experimental rock delights.

It’s hard not to attribute part of Esben and the Witch’s new direction to the guidance of one Steve Albini, a man whose production shines through so strongly with each band he works with. The usual Albini adjectives — strong, muscular, jagged, raw — are easily applicable with the trio’s third full-length A New Nature, a record by an artist whose previous work came from the new (dark) wave of Siouxsie revivalists.

It’s a partnership that’s boded well for a band whose songs were once shrouded in the oppressive smog of gothic atmosphere. Now they’re focused and clearer, as if carved from stone. Never stifling, the work of guitarist Thomas Fisher adds brooding intensity, combined with the powerfully resonant voice of Rachel Davies, straddling post-punk protégés Savages, though with a classic rock gleam in the eyes.

‘The Jungle’ serves as the MO for the new sound: a bed of sparse guitars flowing across a steady-handed kick drum as Davies croons mournfully into doomy riffs that never fully envelop, setting the scene for a progressive epic starring a Middle Eastern trumpet section and Bonham-approved drums that speak of unflappable momentum and the assurance of a band progressing beyond their roots.

Antennas to Heaven: Battle Trance

Monday, September 8th, 2014

Silence the phone, draw the blinds and zone out to some experimental rock delights.

Pushing the same emotional buttons Colin Stetson triggered on his excellent trio of New History Warfare albums, Battle Trance use the amorphous virtuosity of four saxophonists to obliterate the notion that too many cooks spoil the broth.

While Stetson took a minimal approach, applying tiny microphones to enhance the natural sound of his instrument, Battle Trance work in the opposite fashion. Don’t expect to be hit with the sonic assault of Little Women (of which one member is present) – the music here is played with a masterful precision owing to each member’s jazz education. It’s like a nerdy meet-up of jazz fetishists.

Beginning with ‘Palace of Wind I’, a singular frail note emerges then retreats, repeating each time with prolonged silence before embarking on stamina-building runs of flurried notes. There are parallels to Stetson’s ‘Judges’, though instead of drawing on hypnotic repetition, Battle Trance deal in layers, each addition boosting the intensity tenfold.

It’s a rude shock when part way through the music a languid, calming melody is wrenched out from under, leaving a dramatic upwards climb of alarming and chaotic buzz, like the harsh blared sirens on ‘Palace Of Wind II’, as if swarms of killer wasps have descended upon the group, in turn driving pulse rates to chaotic dichotomy.

Poignant phrasing litters the album as melancholy frames of sorrow are teased and pulled apart, explored in detail on ‘Palace of Wind III’. Matana Roberts’ own style is a reference point here for soulful beauty and unbridled, raw emotion.

Note that some of the most moving pieces of music likely to be released this year have come from an instrumental album – no less an album centred around saxophones – yet perhaps it’s unsurprising given the enormous mental and physical strain the members have invested. In the year we celebrate the 100th anniversary of jazz legend Sun Ra, it’s fitting a release such as Palace of Wind arrives to highlight the continued lifespan of one of music’s most human instruments.

Antennas to Heaven: Advertising

Monday, September 1st, 2014

Silence the phone, draw the blinds and zone out to some experimental rock delights.

Hailing from the Big Apple, Advertising are a band of unbridled energy, producing kaleidoscopic sounds that take you through jilted math rock grooves to sombre post-punk and experimental rock in the space of minutes.

‘Ungdomshuset’ — the opener from debut album Pull — carries the flame for that idiosyncratic, spiky-edged guitar pop first championed by bands like Women, although Advertising’s take boasts a significant depth of sound, which may at first appear scatterbrained but is performed in such a way each new twist becomes a joyous turn as opposed to aimless wandering. It’s a track that thumbs its nose at the dumbed down approach to songwriting. You’re unlikely to hear the melody line being mimicked by the bass and guitar; each instrument has its own uniquely important section to fill, making for a refreshing step away from sun-soaked three chord pop, upholding the enjoyment so many have gotten from the albums of Women.

‘Liver’ is a frenzied dirge of less-than-attractive guitar squall and drunkenly stumbling bass that seems to gain a second wind half way through, as events explode into a riotous mess of machine-gunning power chords and blunt bass lead. ‘Taffy’, the heaviest track and the one most indebted to moody post-punk, begins quite cheerfully as major scales run up and down in gleeful abandon before morphing into a kraut rock groove that belays the sinister turn of events. Previously crystalline vocals are given swathes of distortion and spewed forth with growling conviction. It’s the most abrasive moment on the album and a showcase for the obvious hitting power behind Advertising.

Antennas to Heaven: USA Out Of Vietnam

Monday, August 25th, 2014

Silence the phone, draw the blinds and zone out to some experimental rock delights.

Far less politically overt than their name suggests, USA Out Of Vietnam’s debut album Crashing Diseases and Incurable Airplanes rides a stream of beautiful, sludgy post-rock candy, not exactly breaking new ground but working around a popular game plan set out by modern-day peers like Neurosis, Torche and Isis.

Instead of layering their tunes in thick crusts of decayed darkness, the band explore brighter angles with chorus chants and elongated jams on ‘Asphodell/1322?, like a happier version of their contemporaries who seek emotional resonance in post-rock’s grandeur as opposed to metal’s grimy abyss.

On the gloriously fun ‘You Are A Comet, You Are On Fire’, we’re taken on a roller coaster of exuberant, boldly brash guitar playing that’s like an extended version of a Baroness instrumental. Captivating throughout the seven-plus minutes, it closes with a victory lap of dramatic trumpets and a not-too-serious monologue on self-discovery.

In an homage to their influences, ‘Tonight The Dead Walk’ lumbers on a classic drum-and-riff-locked combo that contains more traditional moments of heavy metal indulgence, as vocals soar where they previously growled in an apparent attempt to incite throngs of metal purists in head banging congress.

For those wanting to edge their way into heavier realms of music — specifically post-metal, perhaps intrigued by the more crushing moments of Mogwai discography — you can’t go wrong with USA Out Of Vietnam’s promising first offering; just be ready for a mixed bag of vocal deliveries.

Antennas to Heaven: Giraffes? Giraffes!

Tuesday, August 19th, 2014

Silence the phone, draw the blinds and zone out to some experimental rock delights.

Buried beneath a wave of similarly titled “quirky” math and post-rock bands, Giraffes? Giraffes! deserve retrospective analysis for they accomplishing the difficult task of being head-bangingly fun and rejecting self-awareness, despite inhabiting such a stone-faced genre.

Beginning with the release of Superbass!!! In 2005, it was evident G! G?‘s strengths lay in disciplined execution: combining ear catching, Ritalin-embedded guitar with technically masterful drumming. Never a band to rely on single riffs to carry the tunes, you can find a plethora of different pathways and musical ideas within a single song. Take for example ‘Ko-Ink-E-Dink? I Think Not’, which traverses at least three different ranges of sound, all of them uniquely enjoyable and never disjointed or awkwardly out of place.

2007’s More Skin With Milk-Mouth brought a more refined approach, with cleaner production than that of Superbass!!!. The core elements remained the same, though the songs became bolder, longer and borrowed more elements of post-rock to complement the spazzed sounds of its predecessor.

‘I am s/h(im)e[r] as you am s/h(im)e{r} as you’ is as much a clusterfuck of ideas and sounds as the name suggests. Therein lies the beauty of a band like Giraffes! Giraffes? — beginning with a typically energetic opening of octopi drumming and twelve-fingered guitar tapping it gives way to a gorgeous middle section. Twelve-fingered guitar tapping gives way to a gorgeous middle section of meditative xylophone and distantly echoed tremolo. Although “quieter” moments like these exist on albums the world over, very few can pack the dynamic punch that follows in the interlude’s wake when the song goes from dreamlike lullaby to rousing defiance in mere moments, as ascending guitar stabs expertly mingle amongst blindingly precise drum fills.

2011’s Pink Magick saw the band dipping their toes in liquid LSD. Neither romanticizing or admonishing, Pink Magick presents terrifyingly surreal lows in ‘Werewolf Grandma With Knives (Part One: The Changeling)’ and substance-induced highs with ‘Transparent Man/Invisibly Woman (80,000,000 Years Alone)’.

Though the real reason to enjoy Giraffes? Giraffes! largely remains the same, as seen on all time classic ‘DRGNFKR’. Somebody needs to award these guys some sort of honorary award of excellence in the field of making music so damn enjoyable.

Antennas to Heaven: Ben Frost

Monday, August 11th, 2014

Silence the phone, draw the blinds and zone out to some experimental rock delights.

For an artist whose prior work featured the vocal stylings of wolves, Ben Frost has delivered something far from the natural world, although more approachable than its snarling predecessors.

Enlisting the help of musical wunderkinds like Swans’ Thor Harris, ex-Liturgy drummer Greg Fox and multi-instrumentalist Shahzad Ismaily, Frost has birthed an incredibly varied album that shows strains of experimental and electronic dance music in its DNA. A multi-layered work of constant ebb and flow.

‘Nolan’ entraps amongst walls of sabotaged synthesizer and booming drums, a firm declaration of Frost’s mission statement: to combine harsh noise and melodic sensibility with aplomb. The track enters into an eye of the storm as drums take on the smothered sounds one would associate with the build-up of a dance track. The bells chime in the background amongst flickers of deranged static, all while the tension builds forebodingly. The song pushes further towards a danceable melody, then back again, as the noise threatens to burst its banks until Frost arrives at his intended destination: a full-blown catharsis of strobe-lit, industrial-tinged melody, the sort of moment that would make even the most stoic listener tap their feet.

A U R O R A is as much a ruthless example of percussive heft as it is an exploration of harsh sounds. Take for example moments on ‘Venter’, a track which is primarily led by an enclave of at least three different drum tracks; some analogue, others digital, all combining with electronic counterparts to lead listeners into a sea of whitewashed rave.

Antennas to Heaven: Ryonen

Monday, August 4th, 2014

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Essential for its rhythmic heartbeat, the drum has held few leading roles in musical history, often settled upon as mere foundation, or sometimes self-indulgent solos in live settings, giving the guitarist a chance to finish his beer. Yet On Ryonen, the drum and its associates are given center stage, producing impressive results.

Oneida member Man Forever and drumming outfit So Percussion make up the whole of Ryonen. The collective use wooden planks, teacups, flowerpots and more traditional percussive methods create long winding passages of tight, concise and at times psychedelic journeys of tantric drumming goodness.

Ryonen’s stamina across the board is stunning, not once relenting or taking rest. Drumming patterns weave in and out revealing an elaborate attention to detail through relatively simplistic means.

Despite having their hands in constant motion the group bobs up for an occasional hymnal vocal passage, a nice detour amongst the two 15 minute-plus tracks, often working in tandem with directional shifts in the rhythmic pattern of the songs.