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Label: Gods Of Tundra - GOT038 • Format: Cassette Limited Edition C60 • Country: US • Genre: Electronic • Style: Abstract, Noise, Drone, Minimal, Experimental
I guess I'll keep the mood all-like fall-like and gush about my theory on autumnal playlists. Livin' in Ohio and experiencing each change of season I've found the fall a time when listening habits become much like the year before or before that. For some reason there are certain albums that just resonate better this time in the calendar. Albums or songs that evoke memories much stronger than others. Metallica just sounds better when the trees are slowly becoming bare and ominous. Or Urge Overkill.
Anything by the Misfits. The Posies - Frosting on the Beater. Geto Boys. Tammy and the Amps. Sure there's plenty of new things to listen to that fit the mood: A Mountain of One - perfect for a pre-sun commute, in morning silence, to one of Columubus' many fine public schools.
Tiffany Evans - "Promise Ring" Marques Houston - Battlefield America Soundtrack, Vol. 2 my deep attraction to light-hearted quiet storm fare never falters. Brittany -- Yes. Blackout is as neon-coated and darkly pop as the critics allow. Psychedelic Horseshit and TNV's new one shitpop -- for the Contact Stylus II - Mike Shiflet - Drones & Spits that precedes the anxiety of the holidays.
And that Black Swans record Change keeps me Contact Stylus II - Mike Shiflet - Drones & Spits late on the screened in porch through colder and colder smoke breaks.
But for me two songs have won out. The first from Anita Baker's landmark album Rapture. No matter what we were doing you could hear it's soft whisper from beyond. It was most prevalent when we had our final meditation. Whenever I Watch Chain - Stevie Nicks - 24 Karat Gold - Songs From The Vault I can hear Anita's voice in this rousing song and transport myself Contact Stylus II - Mike Shiflet - Drones & Spits a time when meditation was in a white cotton uniform on a bamboo floor, the only time to actually think and revel in a young boy's life.
For a 10 yr. It was in that moment that I would dream off and find myself in the foreign locales I've been lucky enough to see.
I owe it all to Anita. Then there was Sepultura and "Dead Embryonic Cells. I suppose like any half-way rebellious teen we were searching for dirt weed, cheap cigarettes and the supreme evil in heavy metal music. Back then it seemed like we had found it with Danzig, Cannibal Corpse, Deicide, and our secret weapon, Pungent Stench.
Sepultura was up there with the top three Slayer, Anthrax, Megadethbut it wasn't until now that I know how potent and influential they really were. Seeing movies now re: the strife in modern day Brazil, the Contact Stylus II - Mike Shiflet - Drones & Spits in Sepultura were speaking from the ultimate pit of humanity.
Not Africa, but somewhere where opportunity is shoved in your face but yanked away at an instant. It's only now that I've realized how devastating Arise truly is.
I'd love to go on a little field trip through the creepiness of the Miami Valley we journeyed; be it tracing the ghost of Polecat Rd. Sepultura as a constant would have made all the difference, at least it does now. No comments:. The perfect pre-Halloween celebration. What better way that to celebrate pumpkins than with over-salted pumpkin seeds, cult desserts like pumpkins donuts and waffles, pumpkin burgers, pumpkin candles and helmets. You get the idea. I never knew the gourd was so edible and useful in the home.
So there's a pumpkin shortage this year? Not in Circleville. They had the things in all Contact Stylus II - Mike Shiflet - Drones & Spits , sizes, and colors. They had the precise scent of dying leaves and cold stone buildings wafting through the air. Wednesday was locals night maybe, the downtown cretins and dark back alleyways lent the town the feel of some place haunted. But the parade through the city -- with marching bands from Logan Elm, Teays Valley, and Asheville, dentists Contact Stylus II - Mike Shiflet - Drones & Spits Chryslers with their high-school, Pumpkin Queen hopefuls on the hood -- became a microcosm of idyllic smalltown america.
Congrats to Andrea Turner btw really, read through this link. Perhaps it's a sign of my old age that I actually enjoy such preciousness. Either way it's better than any fair. It's a show. Bring a flask though, for I searched for Pumpkin Beer high and low to no avail. I'm thinking I skipped over this because it's such a solitary record, not for the masses, the proles. Money In My Pocket - Various - Pure Reggae solitary albums have Movie Magg - Carl Perkins - Dance Album Of Carl Perkins vinyl only, pressed in tiny amounts and spit around to inquiring heads i.
Lambsbread R. He knows these recordings have a purpose, not a mass audience, and judging by the amount of pure "noise" Moore ingests in a day see Bull Tongue the 30 minute romps from Leslie Keefer and this one here are his bliss-out moments or cave retreats. Solitary -- if someone says they listen to "noise" records at parties, with friends, they're lying.
There are no knowing glances to the people around you, no high fives and critical mumurs. The only sign that the "band" is acheiving an altered state is within oneself. Quality noise is a conscious trip without medicine, measured by one's own enlightenment. It's telling that "noise" enthusiasts treat the genre like a religion. Make Like a Fetus and Abort is the perfect break-out for the Bitches. A space odyssey on the outer limit's best morphine, portioned like a radio drama for the hearing impaired.
I've seen a few Pile-Ups in my time and it's quite an emasculating live show -- not homicidal femme fatales out for male blood, but these girls got demons they need to release. Knives, screwdrivers, cross-stitch, a massively hot DJ de-grooving dollar opera records,fake blood, fake puss, fake bruises have you seen the pictures?
These are nightmare quasars, the primal screams that rush out the ears once you've pressed you palms against closed eyes. Childhood fear, adult-hood taboos. Space travel without any scientific data. And Mr. Well he's been loafing on the pulse of "noise" for many, many, years. His Gameboy Records will one day be documented in some elaborate, gold-plated, box-set. The Ohio ex-pat, now in Japan, is an artisan of drone, Contact Stylus II - Mike Shiflet - Drones & Spits static and long, buzzing, chords, he reveals jazz-like melodies.
You've got to listen hard, much like those hidden eye photos, to find them, but once you do you'll dispute the claim that one man's construction site is another's form of transcendental meditation. It must be noted that though both artists now have different locales, the recordings found here were recorded in Columbus, OH, USA. Again, I of the B Holder. I can't say I was let down.
Billy Corgan is a consummate showman. He's the alt-rock generation's Jimi Hendrix. But alas, Billy is a zombie, the "zero" of his song and numerous t-shirts I've seen sincewhich might explain the awkward noodling through "White Rabbit," Joan Jett, and the Van Halen-esque hammer-ons.
Honestly, the last twenty minutes of the "real" show were nothing but band jam, excursions through "Heavy Metal Machine" and whatever else Billy felt like playing. Just drop it all, contact All Tomorrow's Partiesand take the Dream on the road. Hell, I'll even take an exclusive Adore tour. Love that one. Ga ga ga ga ga ga haven't been interested in Radiohead for years. Ga ga ga ga ga Put Love In Your Heart - Billy Nicholls - Under One Banner ga ga asked me what I would pay for In Rainbows and I said 0.
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In recent years I haven't paid much attention to big box concerts. There's truly not a worthy venue to drag top-tier acts through town. I've seen both before, in much more intimate settings, therefore entering with a feeling that My Dying Paradise - Freedom Call - Dimensions have adapted to playing to 2, I've made such an obvious lackluster post to Overpass (The Soul Travel Remix) - Mark Leens - Overpass EP only "goodness," this may rank up there with the best of them -- purely based on both bands ability to connect and I was at least yrds.
LCD with a blown-out dance party -- featuring crystal clear, white-hot melodies met with the slightest shifts from James Murphy's soldiering electronic backbones as a live band it's the man and machine forming one giant undulating wave.
The now-nearing orchestra level I think there were 13? It was almost like a Flaming Lips show with much better taste and class. I haven't seen woodwinds rock a stage since Mercury Rev.
A brief moment containing "Intervention" Not bad for a lawn. So infatuated in fact that late one night, drunk on CBC IPA, I ordered up a full-stack of their latest vinyl offerings all limited and packaged with intricate bonuses. I'm elevating on my daily commute to work via Robedoor's latest, Ritual Heirsa four-part drone perfection, or am simply giggling at how the youngins in Belly Boat have laid waste to CocoRosie's career with something much more tuneful and intimately strange.
I myself am guilty of Is This Life - Various - Dance Now! 2 with that one week La Jeanneton - Paul Chalier, Les Musiciens De LAuvernha Dansaire - En Passant Par LAuvergne (N° 2) our first "hard freeze" when the harvest sun warms dying foliage and the air is crisp with simultaneously hints at life and death.
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