Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Monday, September 23, 2013
Here's a track:
And a full album: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hXUq8lfN0DI
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Friday, September 10, 2010
Last One In My Mouth Is A Jerk 7"
I don't remember where I got this vinyl rip, but I stumbled across it in my files a few weeks ago and can't seem to stop playing it. I'm ordered the vinyl for myself this morning, and will be on the hunt for any of their 7" still outstanding from my collection. Shorty was, of course, the preamble to U.S. Maple, and the best I can describe them is as a much noisier and US Maplier version of Chicago noise rock bands from the early 90's. They are not nearly as popular as they should be, but they did it right before I knew what right even was.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
Migration To The Magenta Pond
I've been meaning to get to some cassette uploads from an assortment of noisy artists but can't seem to find a free hour as I am GD strapped for time with several other debilitatingly consumptive obsessions. This post happens to be about a project related to one of those artists, but dude's already set up an mp3 all ready to go in the provided link.
I've been running this SOB on repeat since I first heard it. Do your brain and whatever exists beyond the brain a favor and check it out.
Listen and D/L.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
These homies are german homies, and they released a full length in 1997, Etwas Benutzen, which I always found awesomely minimalist, before modernizing their sound and thereby diluting their attractiveness substantially. I haven't met a lot of people who feel the same way, but what I usually do is give them the crazy eyes, drag my finger across my throat, and then mouth the words, "I am gonna slit your throat with my index finger" and then they usually change their minds and agree with me.
This 7" was the harbinger to that LP, and it is pretty rad. Checkity check check it:
Buyity buy buy it.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Antlers Live: 1991
Dudes, you guys know that I love John McEntire and Tortoise and Bastro and a lot of the things he's done but just listen to this, from the liner notes:
I would argue that our interpretations of these songs and the performances contained herein exist in a disembodied, ahistorical world; a world whose origins and possible future destinations seem wonderfully disconnected from our own, verifiable musical history.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Interstellar Space (1967)
Why Not? Why not up this record? It is after all the greatest record of all time. I just upped the original four tracks, just to keep you from getting side-tracked.
These are mp3's from my CD copy, but if you ever get the chance pick up the Vinyl.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
The Radiant Mirror
Textile Records (2007)
I bought this a while back and things being as they are, it sat on my right speaker for a long fucking time. Why? None of your fucking business thats why.
But, water under the bridge, here it is tonight, blaring through that same right speaker, appropriately living up to it's description as psyche/drone/free-jazz. A beautiful change of pace for our favorite free drummer Chris Corsano. Michael Flower uses what he calls a 'Japan Banjo' described as a "giant unwieldy instrument fed through effects pedals and an amplifier played with fingers and bows" to deliver his sound. (Look here for the quote, and some MP3's.)
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Caught these guys at the Empty Bottle a week or two back. Exactly right in our wheelhouse. They had that jazz/rock merger attack pinned, that ol' tightrope. I enjoy that the group is not afraid to delve deep into noisy rants and still create plenty of opportunities to declare themselves prim and proper 'musicians'. That's a respectable thing these days. I found the guitarist after the show and jawed his ear for what he seemed to think was way too long about his influences, objectives, contemporaries, things like that. And i just kept saying more words and he just kept staring at me all freaked-out looking. Some people don't like to talk all that much shop I suppose.
Definitely listen in, here.
And buy the shit, here.
new link for the CD!^
Friday, November 21, 2008
Nels Cline/ Wally Shoup/ Greg Campbell
Suite: Bittersweet (2007)
There's a good amount of records out there that are of Suite: Bittersweet's brand of modern free-jazz. Most of this brand involves the participation of names like Flaherty, Corsano, Shoup and Cline (and a host of others in this revolving door of worthy improvisers). These are the best of the best of our day, to be sure, but it's strange how these records now have a particular, unique set of expectations attached to them. You could not safely call these improvisations 'ground-breaking', or 'cutting-edge' as they seemed to have evolved into their own sub-genre, their own classification. But saying that does not intend to take anything from the unforeseen landscapes welded in these sessions. Nor do I intend to imply that they are premeditated. What in fact we have is a sort of controlled apocalypse. Like a C.I.A. experiment in which they remove a small town from all contact with the outside world in order to simulate Armageddon. It's real. The hysteria is real. But you can be assured knowing that it will not spread into some sort of John Zorn debacle.This particular album has gotten quite a bit of playing time recently. I wouldn't rate it any better or any worse then any of it's contemporaries, if such a comparison is even possible. It does score a 100% for genuineness, which is probably the ony requisite we should have on improvised music. This is guitar, sax, drums, from 2007, and it is in print at SAAH. but assuming you'll hear this and immediately go out and buy the full record and the multitude of others of it's kind, I'll be willing to post the B side only to this record temporarily, and by request. Enjoy.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Not to get off-topic, but Summer is the most wretched of the seasons; an egregiously long string of unnecessarily hot days defined by excess, idleness, and reckless hedonism. A time in which everything of importance seems to dilute - 0ur convictions, our focus, our passions. It takes a disparate and cruel drop in temperature to remind us that our primary function is still simply to survive in an unforgiving planet. And that some things need to be explored before we're gone. Back to work.
By virtue of a welcome but inexplicable surge in email requests here are some re-ups:
The Music Improvisation Company
Instant Composers Pool 006
Guitar Solos 2
Shellac of North America
The Futurist (1997)
Ah, yes, the not so super secret Shellac album. I'm not going to go into what this record was, you can google all that. But I will tell you that it is my favorite Shellac work. All the expert minimalism and math, none of the doo-doo and feces talk.
I know posting a Shellac record may be breaching the sort of obscurity standard we've established here at M&N, but I just happened to have upped it for a friend last night and thought, some young kid out there in the vast reaches of our universe hasn't heard Shellac yet. And here it will be a bright morning for some new student of the non-song.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Well obviously it's been a while since the last post and I could blame that on a number of things, any of which would seem terribly irrelevant. So I will spare you the excuses and instead implore what few of you there are left to grab this CD.
Six weeks ago the "Prison City", IL band Big'N got together for their drummer's birthday in an effort to demonstrate how vulnerable the skull actually is to fierce emissions of noise. Their shows are rare and celebrated events , so I was quick to seize the night.
I'm fairly certain such a night is a primarily regional delicacy at best, so for all those unfortunate and innocently out-of-the-know, here is a site link, and a buy link. You should know, though, that after listening you'll prob be like, "woah man, like where'd my balls go? This music totally just ripped them off."
Saturday, April 19, 2008
The Music Improvisation Co.
Derek Bailey, Evan Parker, Hugh Davies, Jamie Muir, Christene Jeffrey
If you're like me than the Gorge Trio's Madeups really left a hole in your brain when you first heard it. Mostly due to the amount of restraint the Trio showed. For Noise, or Free-Noise this is a quality that is largely overlooked. The players will typically opt instead to compact as many layers of sound possible into each recorded second. The Madeups was patient, poised, minimalist, somethings I thought to be quite revolutionary.
So imagine my surprise when I found they've been doing it since the seventies.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008