Showing posts with label The Books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Books. Show all posts

Friday, 19 February 2016

Faux Seattle Has Fallen


After taking in the jagged exorcism that is Brisbane band Clever's new track, it feels a jump to be launching into Fall Seattle, the eponymous debut record from the North Virginian quartet. Out through the excellent Faux Discx label (Sauna Youth, Monotony, Hookworms, Tense Men), it is a lucky dip of  the past, reappropriated in bedrooms, kitchens and basements, crystallising into a sonorous sojourn sparkling with jangle and noise, introversion and extroverted emulsions. There is a Deerhunter-meets-The Raincoats-meets-Grandaddy esoteric clarity to opener 'Carol'; a sundrenched meander through Lotus Plaza's back garden on 'Wanda Jackson'; a Yo La Tengo hopped-up malaise to 'Time'. 'New York' could be Ratcat trying their hand at Dinosaur Jr, a suitably fractious racket with cavernous space that still feels intimate amid the throat-tearing catharsis. The twang and meandering space of 'Boyhood' has me entranced - it is the central song, and the centrifugal force of the album, somehow slowing everything down but bringing it all into focus. The opening drums for 'Blau' is ominous before the onslaught, a shimmering menace not unlike the inimitable Women (which is why it is probably my favourite track here); 'Suburban Stain' is a guitar dream, off the books via the Books; the jumped up yet broody pop of 'Nothing You Can Hold On To' meanwhile sets it all free. 'Demon Son' takes us into black-spark shoegaze territory, albeit with bottom-of-the-well reverb sparseness in fits and bursts (another great song). Fall Seattle close up shop with 'Separation Anxiety', a mild, contemplative that burbles and percolates, a sepia-burnt daydream rumination on all that has come before. This is an incredibly strong record - there have been some Real Estate comparisons (which I can see in part), but despite my constant attraction to band signifiers above, the bowerbird genre splicing here makes the album a unique and highly rewardable listen. I really like this one - you should all grab Fall Seattle here.


Wednesday, 29 September 2010

TV Candy Is No Good For Paperghosts


Sonorous Circle, a Wellington, NZ based collective (also helping out fellow Kiwis Glass Vaults), sent us the debut LP by Zach Webber AKA Paperghost, The Teledermatologist's Handbook. It is an eclectic affair, a sound pastiche of etchings of a computer dystopia, if said dystopia was in a Commodore 64. Think The Books and Radiohead as done via an Animal Collective-constructed TRON. It drifts along just out of your reach, each song an eerie mist that envelops you just to dissipate and lead you further away into disorientation. Its understated drums and xylophonic tappings in 'Sneaker Country' really got me, along with Webber's whispered AnCo-esque vocals. And then there's 'In The Future We Will Go To War So We Can Base New Computer Games On New Wars'... Its certainly a quirky album, but assured in its strangeness. Definitely worthy of your time.

You can pick up the LP from Paperghost's Bandcamp site here.


Monday, 6 September 2010

When One Mickey Rourke Is Not Enough - Save For Mickey Brown...

Wow, what a week. Sorry about our complacency. I fully intend to get back up and running at a daily rate. As you can see Paul is now once again on board, and what a change! Time to get re-invigorated...

And first cab off the rank is Los Angeles' Mickey Mickey Rourke (AKA Neon Navajo's Miller Rodriguez). New EP Inner Gazing (his 3rd release this year, following Festive Bummer and MMR) is freshly off the press, and it continues the languid ambient jams that the trop/psych kids will lap up. As do I - this stuff is very impressive, and is some of the best of its kind you can lay your mitts on. The success of Inner Gazing is in the essence of these tracks, that they coalesce around you before solidifying, trapping you in amber.

<a href="http://mickeymickeyrourke.bandcamp.com/album/inner-gazing">CANDY CULTS ft Top Girls by MICKEY MICKEY ROURKE</a>

Secondly is a collaboration that Mr Rourke made with Canada's Lester Brown, appropriately monikered Mickey Brown. They released Vision Quest, a 12-track ectoplasmic entity that takes chillwave and eschews the common tropes - something like Cold Cave stuck in a prism created by The Books... Blending tropical with psychedelic, harbouring a kernel of inherent fun in each song, Vision Quest has clawed its way to the top of my playlist in no short order - alongside Inner Gazing, funnily enough. The reason why these two release are a cut above the rest is because they engage the listener in a way that most other artists of their ilk are loathe to do. Some - Forest Swords for example - hold their own in their aloof frostiness, but Mickey Mickey Rourke/Mickey Brown truly come from Magic Mountain. Hope the magic continues.

Mickey Brown - Benjemiya
Mickey Brown - Training Wheels

Friday, 13 August 2010

Piano City


I have to say I am more than impressed with Play Me Im Yours, a soundscape created by a series of likeminded souls in NYC. Here's a little blurb about the project by one of its main creators, Ezra Tenenbaum:


Wanted to pass along some great new tunes by Brooklyn-based electronic collective Found Sound Nation. PLAY ME I'M YOURS is a collection of dizzying sound collages, assembled entirely from recordings of public pianos in New York City. "Specific Formal Training" layers frenetic musique concrete, ala The Books and Steve Reich, on top of a glitchy tumbling pulse.


I have to say the Books reference is very close to home. It is a cool and staggeringly well put together effort.


You can stream PLAY ME I'M YOURS from:

http://foundsoundnation.org/


And why not have a track for the road? This one is Ezra's favourite...

Found Sound Nation - Specific Formal Training

Tuesday, 22 June 2010

Reopening the Books


Damn those Decibel Tolls folks! I had this post gestating overnight while I had a well earned sleep, and they go and steal it from under my nose! Ah well...

My mate Andy is a big Books fan. Me, Ive been a mere dabbler. But after my sojourn back to Oz back in April, Andy's musical influences have seeped into my playlist, and my heaspace, taking up residence and refusing to get out other than by extreme duress, and with the battering that my eardrums and brain have taken in past weeks Im not sure I could take it - so the Books remain.

They are an intriguing, beguiling bunch, The Books - newly crowned chillwavers notwithstanding. They are their own beautiful beast, having inhabited their own niche for so long that it seems damn rude to allow anyone else to encroach on their territory. They are the alpha males of their domain - a regal stag atop a snowcapped peak at early morn, antlers outlined against the growing grey light...or something like that anyway.

New LP The Way Out is out next month - if you havent immersed yourself in Books, then dip in now and start the rabid anticipation for this beauty's release.

PS - this new track is mega rad of death.

The Books - A Cold Freezin Night