Grime Time: Wolf Eyes – Undertow album review
On Wolf Eyes’ first album of original material in 2 years, Undertow, the infamous Detroit noise trio return with a meditation on timelessness, filth, uncertainty, identity, leather jackets, flesh, and … Continue reading
Merzbow Monday: Merzbow – Aqua Necromancer (Alien8, 1998)
Disruptive Rhythm Music creates order out of chaos: for rhythm imposes unanimity upon the divergent, melody imposes continuity upon the disjointed, and harmony imposes compatibility upon the incongruous. – Yehudi … Continue reading
Merzbow Monday: Merzbow and Gareth Davis – Atsusaku review
Atsusaku, the collaboration of “king of noise” Merzbow and avant-bass clarinetist Gareth Davis, is 40 minutes of burning wind, crumbling static, squealing feedback, klaxons, and sirens. It’s like walking through … Continue reading
Macro/Micro: Sun Ra & Merzbow – Strange City (Cold Spring)
Both Merzbow and Sun Ra’s “music” deal with large scale forces, extending beyond the limits and confines of The Human, towards a more thorough understanding of: The World We Live In; … Continue reading
Embodied Electronics: Body Shame – You Look So Under Fed (SdmPdx)
it’s okay to have a body. In the April 2016 edition of Nylon Magazine, in an article titled “Body Talk”, artist Molly Soda speaks of when she first became self-conscious of her … Continue reading
Horrorscores: Mike Simonetti – At The Juncture Of Dark And Light Vol. 3 (Opal Tapes)
Free jazz. Free fall. Aurora Borealis oscillators; sterling drones. Black matter. Black mass. Tribal epiphany. Drum machines. Vibes. Lonesome. Haunted. Floating. Welcome to another edition of Horrorscores, where we transform … Continue reading
rEcaP: The House In The Woods – Bucolica + Bardo Pond – Rise Above It All
welcome to another edition of rEcaP, where we spread the light on noteworthy Extended Players. Longer than singles, not quite albums, they occupy an important interzone that lets artists stretch … Continue reading
Into Interzone: Fred Meyer, Alto!, Million Brazillians @ Ash Street Saloon; 7.10.13
You wake up in a strange place; the outskirts of some strained and cracked Metropolis. The streets are littered with potholes and debris: the sound of hounds baying in the … Continue reading
