Showing posts with label Steampunk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Steampunk. Show all posts

05 March 2012

Ekoplekz – Dromilly Vale EP

A little sliver of electronic gargling from man of the moment, Ekoplekz. If you want to know which moment, you’ll perhaps have to remember that Dromilly Vale is Nick’s imaginary recording studio, a hybrid of King Tubby’s on Dromilly Ave, Kingston and the Radiophonic Workshop’s Maida Vale studio in London.

(there's an interview with Nick and an explanatory podcast here)


This is 1973 re-imagined uchronically; maybe Dick Mills and Lee Perry did hang out, swapping tape delays, pressing buttons that weren’t theirs; maybe John Baker just couldn’t stop putting some of his jazzy tangles all over Augustus Pablo’s melodica lines; maybe they swapped close-miked pocket protectors over Rum and Pineapple…

But if all that’s making you think this is just gonna lope along like a comedy walk then be prepared; this can get quite… noisy in places. “Jugglin' for Jesus” will frighten the cat inside your brain with its high pitches, sheer edges and aggressively gloopy style while “Dick Mills Blues” overdrives itself into trails and “Dromilly Vale” itself could easily have pitched up somewhere on Side 2 of Throbbing Gristle’s Second Annual Report.

Ekoplekz wears his influences on his table-top of wires and boxes but he’s got a singular vision and he’s tapped a rich seam. On this release, he’s attempting to find a groove in the heart of those Sea Devil whistles and he almost finds it. He’ll keep looking.

written for Freq



On Public Information Recordings though probably not anymore since I'm coming waaaay too late to the party here...

07 September 2011

Roll The Dice



There'll be a full review of Roll The Dice's In Dust over at Freq soon (subject to Editor's approval, though to be honest, he lets me write any old crap) but this will do for now.

And, for anyone vaguely interested in what I might think about albums, there's also a review of Miminokoto and Billie Ray Martin's new project The Opiates which I'll probably get around the remixing on here when I get the time (at present that looks to be circa 2013)

In other news...

17 January 2011

Inverted World



Semi-spoilers. Perhaps. Maybe not. It's right there...

Christopher Priests's Inverted World is a savage, now times novel. It's a gentle form of savagery; moving slowly, inexorably, towards what we already know but perhaps fail to comprehend; a sleight of hand trick that keeps you guessing despite the truth being out there, for all to see.

The pace matches the context; the dragged city, the blinding sun...

It's a perfect pace.

Consider too the renewed popularity of Leo Strauss: the aspect of his political thought that is so relevant today is his elitist notion of democracy, the idea of the ‘necessary lie’. Elites should rule, aware of the actual state of things (the materialist logic of power), and feed the people fables to keep them happy in their blessed ignorance. For Strauss, Socrates was guilty as charged: philosophy is a threat to society. Questioning the gods and the ethos of the city undermines the citizens’ loyalty, and thus the basis of normal social life. Yet philosophy is also the highest, the worthiest, of human endeavours. The solution proposed was that philosophers keep their teachings secret, as in fact they did, passing them on by writing ‘between the lines’. The true, hidden message contained in the ‘great tradition’ of philosophy from Plato to Hobbes and Locke is that there are no gods, that morality is merely prejudice, and that society is not grounded in nature.


This is from Zizek's Good Manners In The Age Of Wikileaks article at LRB, but he could be reviewing Priest's book. Maybe he is; sometimes Zizek twists and turns like he's got his showreels mixed:

I can see how Inverted World's bravura flips, even the change in narrative style (or, at one point, narrator) might be annoying but why it's annoying is fascinating in itself and the internal, secretive, seemingly unlikely yet unquestioned (at least initially) logic of the Guilds parallels the logic used to explain, for instance, why bankers need their bonuses or, more abstractly, why the world has to be how it is...

As if "Life's not fair; move on!" is the only response possible to our situation...

Again, Zizek could be describing Inverted World with his: It's easier to imagine the end of the world than the end of capitalism (here via Doctor Who...)



In turn, that phrase seems attributable to Jameson, whose mall-logic could perhaps also be inverted here; what could be more postmodern than a wooden city, pulled on rails, besieged on all sides and forever escaping a boundless terror which no one is sure of?

The third? world is also rendered well here; the savage is savage, even if at times it's just an attractive sexual savagery - contrast the odd sexuality between Helward and Victoria (a lights off for the territory) with his easy, light-hearted sexplay when he's taking the took girls back(we are all taken).

And it surely can't be a surprise that it's the girls who are disappearing into heavy gravity mesomorphs with every step away from the rarefied air of the city - this is going native in extremis, returning to the land, ending up immersed in a nature which nobody can agree on...

here there be tygers...

The sense of other is a permanent state for the city - the city literally can't exist without those outside it's boundaries... city dwellers literally can't perceive the world how they need to without those who can't perceive that way... they need others not to see... it's Them and Us and without Them there is no US.

Oh, shit, sorry; what was I thinking? I forgot to say: it's a great book...

11 January 2011

Paris In The 20th Century



On a slight sci-fi kick right now and this little fellah came up on the steam-sonar...

Not read it yet but it's joining the list (Christopher Priest at the moment, as recommended by K-Punk) and it seems to be eerily prophetic... I'm guessing with all the University Humanities Depts closing and everything scurrying to be declared 'technology' or 'applied' less the cuts bite even deeper, this has to be rattling a few nerves...

Disneyland Paris will never be the same again.

09 June 2010

H kr Fm 1.3




From The Wytch Machine...



...Never re-edit blog posts, never check for relevance or spelling or, urgh!, facts... but I'm going to reverse engineer these, send some thoughts back through time...

You'll have to click the photos to get the full effect.... The Wytch Machine seems to like only to post the left side of the photo, the Left Hand Path...

At times, Kek looks a little like Masonna, I think... the way he's grappling with that thing in his mouth, it's like a man grappling with ectoplasm or electrical currents, like his body itself is wired for sound...

They're not making a racket though... this is often quite beautiful stuff... the Farmer's beats are wrought in iron...

Psychedelic Iron >>>>>> Butterflies...

Ha ker Fa rm 1.2




From The Wytch Machine...



...you hear a lot of bands who seem to be wreathed in noise... this band really is... wreathed is perfect... noise circles the beats, occasionally strangling them, occasionally letting other voices through... I saw this performance mostly through video... through a little screen that concentrates the eye... flipping from one to another... it's a perfect way to intensify the experience* especially when....

(is that a cow with it's head psycha-dela-melting?)


there's no crowd... where the fuck has everyone gone? This little event is gonna have to scream like hell to get noticed.... and it's a shame that more people aren't here to see this because, to my ears, this is very listenable.... the young dubsteppers at the College could dig this... there's easily enough to grasp onto... more say than the excellent but amorphous Ice Bird Spirallings that Kek used to do...

I know, I know... mates etc... but I really liked this stuff... get a CDR to us, guys!

I filmed the whole set - but there's 23.23 of perfect stuff, i think; well, perfect is probably not the right word. Not sure about stuff, either. Not sure it's as tangible as that...There's 23.23 of Ghosts using Machines. I hope they'll put it up somewhere...


**Sorry if the footage I shot for you guys was a little shaky.... kept forgetting to not bob about... some of them beats are funky...

Hacker Farm 1.1

References? Well, I heard a fair bit of Coil about the edges, the way the beats slid in and out... anyone who knows me knows that that's about the greatest compliment I could give. Also some of the more abstracted dubstep - I'm thinking a solarised Actress, of the top of my head. There's spirals of a lighter Merzbow... certain hint of the East around the eyes... one thing that kept recurring as I was filming them - this is the most unAmerican music I've heard.... no idea where that comes from... but this seems rooted in either the Far (South) West or the Far East (Anglia* and Japan)

Doesn't matter... could only be misleading... references aren't what this is about... this is it's own reference and will remain that way....

Though Farmer Glitch was talking about spending time in Hong Kong so...






*not sure where that came from... never even been to East Anglia (or any Anglia) but there's something, well, indistinct about it in my imagination... and this music could curl beautifully around the edges of an abandoned munitions testing base, looking out over the sea...

From The Wytch Machine...

21 January 2010

Andrew Liles Ear Wax



Andrew Liles of Nurse With Wound and Andrew Liles has released a way cylinder of his latest tune. This is an authentic wax cylinder especially lathe cut and surely the future of limited edition releases.

Didn't realise they still made this babies but seems like there's a gfew places, out there on the periphery, looking in and tutting. Great stuff.

The cylinder is (apparently) playable on the Edison 'Home' & 'Fireside'. They will play on any non-Edison machine and on any Edison machine that is equipped with a Model 'B', Model 'C', Model 'K' or Model 'O' reproducer. Edison Amberolas usually will not play them but I guess we all knew that. I blame the Tories.



In case you don't know what you're looking for in Dixons, the Edison Fireside model looks like the picture on the left here; a fabulous beast, one faintly redolent of the aquatic dream-forms on Andrew Liles site. You can see what drew him towards this project and I'm hoping someone I know buys one so I can see it in action.

18 January 2010

What's New In Mnemonics?



I'm not sure where I'm going with this.


Image stolen from here which stole from life

29 June 2009

Fire: Saturday's Glastonberries

Erik Truffaz w/ Murcof - Leaf-like glitters, slightly spazzd beats. Dark and Hopeful, like Mexico according to Bolaño.

Dizzee Rascal - accidentally / deliberately famous. Music for dancing on one leg, waiting for the cramps to subside. A smile in sound.

La Roux - Music for beautifully bitter teenage girls and awkward guys with those 'dislocated thumbs' dancing hands...

The Klaxons - Dayglo socks for the blind. Magickal populism.

Then an evening spent lurching round the fire pits and skulls of Trash City;



and in the Drag Strip, watching transvestite versions of Alice Cooper spin through the air, blasting out Poison, watching disembodied voices lurching across a stage that looks like (and I guess is supposed to look like) the Titty Twister from Dusk Til Dawn...



then accidentally watching an onstage beatbox competition...then dancing to bizarre bluegrass covers of Radiohead, Abba and Beyonce in a fifties Diner in Shangri La... before finding ourself in a middle of a Sci-Fi film from the 80s, watching Evil Nine playing inside a steam punk surveillance tower (only this time nothing remotely Bentham; no bugger is watching anyone because they're all as wasted as a Sunshine Bus, stranded without medication) while Victorian streetlights exploded into flame...

05 April 2007

The Endless Not


They just sort of carried on.

Listen to Journey Through A Body, their last studio release before Part Two: The Endless Not, and you'll hardly notice the seams. Organic Weetabix. It's like they've simply taken an extended 25 year breath between the end of Oltra la Morte, Birth and Death and the beginning of Voice Of Silence, a breath that's seen a legion of copyists fastforward and die, that's seen the grime of TG's 'industrial world' disappear to the pacific rim to be replaced by digital carpet sweeping and odd job titles (soon there will be a Minister of Anti-Social Insecurity).

And so, here come TG, all guns blazing, straight into the first track which is resolutely ironic in that Genesis never shuts up; his voice broken up into Balance Shards (think A.Y.O.R or Aural Rage's Make Room For The Mushrooms), dipping in and out of the mix like the best TG live you never heard. West Indian Pepper Sauce. Later, on Almost a Kiss and Rabbit Snare and even the title track, Genesis will return to the softer creepiness of the early PTV stuff but you almost hear the release of steampunk as Gen's manipulated voice rises through the fog - he's glad to be back and we ought to be glad to have him.

To a certain extent, the album hinges on what you think about Gen's vocals. Marmite.

Yeah, we know he can't sing but there's something about his voice I love; it's like a broken human being dragged through a hedge onto some newly laid tarmacadam. It's plaintive, delirious, disturbed and slightly dorky - a killing combination when surrounded by the whorls of sound that TG drive up. Tortelloni. His voice is all over this album - you hear it even when it's not there.

TG still sound like themselves, after all this time. No one has successfully re-created their sound and, while they're not exactly pushing new ground here this return to a better version of their old sound (the improv. indulgences of the Journey album thankfully gone) is exactly what's needed in an era where noise no longer annoys; someone to be a little thoughtful and, well, considered about it. This is the sound of 4 adults, working over musical demons, resisiting the urge to recalibrate, sticking with their own understanding of what's out there and what needs to be in. Wolf Eyes, Black Dice etc better take a long hard look...

Throbbing Gristle - Greasy Spoon


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