Showing posts with label Big Black. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Big Black. Show all posts
Sunday, 27 March 2016
PREMIERE - 'Bali Hai', a New Track From The Austerity Program Pre-Project Polonium
NB - this post, like the next seven over the next couple days - were all written last week, but a Blogspot fuck-up has kept them hidden away - until now. But it seems fitting that I launch this premiere on Easter Sunday - it's like setting Buzz the Bunny on fire on his birthday. Bon appetit.
One of my all-time favourite EPs - nay, releases - has been Backsliders & Apostates Will Burn by New York two-piece The Austerity Program. It probably isn't even their best effort to date - 2014's Beyond Calculation was delightfully brutal - but the way in which this four-track behemoth grabbed me by the throat and never let go - it was electrifying, a sensation that doesn't dissipate the more I listen to it.
Now the duo are still in a form of hiatus (well, have sequestered themselves into the bowels of the earth). So in lieu of a new album, it is Sonic Masala's absolute pleasure to be airing for the first time 'Bali Hai', a furious cut from the guys' pre-Austerity project, Polonium. How is this new? Simple really - while writing their new record, the duo went back to the original recordings, some ten years ago, and re-recorded them. In the band's words, Polonium was an idea to be a not serious metal band, then got serious, then not serious again. The vocal howls, the double bass drum attacks, the fucked-up time signatures that have become AP staples, started fermenting and congealing in these moments. And the result is ten track behemoth Seraphim, out next month, cross-referencing Bolt Thrower thrashings, Big Business bombast and early Melvins minimalism with seething heat and ground-level anguish - Big Black with busted balls, then. It was originally written by kids in isolation, desperately creating sounds that they themselves couldn't access - now recorded with the brutality and finesse of musicians 20 years their senior (though not necessarily wiser). Seraphim sounds out on paper like a curio, a document of an event that only two people witnessed. Seraphim plays out like a crossroads purging, an aural snapshot of souls being sold, contracts irrevocably signed in blood, shit and tears of laughter. 'Bali Hai' signs off the record and is typically frenetic and wild (and most like AP) - and seeing as it's also the title of a recent Better Call Saul episode, a show whose character arc is foretold (the guy goes to the dark side, regardless of his good intentions) and yet we revel in Saul's struggle with the light and dark parts of his psyche, in both humorous and violent measures - it seems bizarrely apt. Except with Polonium, they turn into The Austerity Program, which is better news for us all. Buy Seraphim here.
Saturday, 30 August 2014
Eat Up The Sex Scheme
Sado-masochism is a real turn-on for dirt-scuzzbags that like their rock disintegrating and dire, isn’t it? From Gentlemen and Occults right back to Big Black... Look I can’t say I'm upset, or even surprised. But it can be a bit of a tired trope to gussy your downer punk grinds with. Sex Scheme are no different. The Brooklyn killers have gone the black and white, hogtied and bootheel cover art. And it gives a strong indication of what to expect here. ‘Dog Slut’ is a sub-two minute blur, neither here nor there; but the off-the-wall awfulness of ‘Eat It’ is actually much more effective, with the drawled lyrics of the insane Ben (not far removed from Bird Blobs vocally, although I must say I much preferred those guys) and the rusted guitar whines are held down by a no-nonsense bass chug and heartbeat drum that, whilst played thousands of times before, keep the shit from flowing down the sewer too soon. The harmonica sounds out over ‘Feel Me’ and the drug-fuelled slurs once more feel at home with the dirty recordings and the aluminium-trash can drums at play here. The lysergic nature of the narcotic drag comes full circle on ‘Mexico City’, barely staying upright on its two varicose-veined stumps, flailing broken glass and spitting broken teeth with barely-contained self-knowledge. And that is Sex Scheme (and most of their ilk) to a tee – there is no rhyme and reason, its just the black tar coming from way down and ripped out and flung on the sweat-stained walls. And just like sado-masochism, it’s an acquired taste. Try this at home at your diseased peril.
Buy the Sex Scheme 7" here.
Monday, 5 November 2012
Anna's Golden Anchor
Holy shitballs! After being away for a fortnight, do I have some awesome new shit to pile into your ears and light your eardrums on fire!
After losing kilos in my feverish inhabitation of local noise trio No Anchor’s double LP Real Pain Supernova last year, I found myself packing it back on due to complacency. Sure, there have been killer releases in 2012 – and some better than this release – but there was something narcotic about the unrepentant clamour the two bass and drums, screaming-the-fuck-out outfit that burrowed under my skin. The dirge that infused ‘The End’ and ‘Gatton Bohemia’ (by far my favourite track), the nihilistic gnashing of teeth on 'Dead Pony' and ‘Wolves Bite & Disappear’ – nothing like this has crept out of the sewers of Brisbane with such nihilistic intent for…well, ever. If Hydra Head was still a legitimate “thing”, you could see these guys boring their place into the foundations, eating it away from the inside out.
Since then No Anchor have releases a great 7” (the brevity of ‘Rope’ and ‘Pussyfootin’’, as well as a mega rad of death cover of Big Black's 'Jordan, Minnesota', offered even more immediate gratification), a bits-and-pieces cassette in The John Dominance Tapes, and a 7” split with Melbourne angular miscreants Blacklevel Embassy. So I sure as hell wasn’t expecting ‘Anna’, another short NA stab to the brain. Even more exciting is that it precedes the band’s forthcoming album, The Golden Bridge. Listen to 'Anna' below – the closest the boys have come yet to perfecting that love song? Maybe. It certainly trumps Silverchair’s song about an Ana – it even has more N’s!
Single 12″ record:
1.FTB
2.Slack Sabbath
3.Anna
4.Loose Gravel
5.One Means
6.Electricity
7.Woodman
8.Oh Kill
9.Slabs
10.Shut Yr Mouth
Themes covered:
•Obscure legal terminology about the essence of guilt
•The Beastie Boys
•The spectrum of value spanning between gold and poop
•Beatrice
•The song as a drain
•The Dice Man by Luke Rhinehart
•Gearwhores •Vortexes
•Flag burning
•Things that are heavy and layered. Like slabs.
•Ingrid.
Tuesday, 22 May 2012
Double Odonis Dunks His Busted Lip In Hollandaze

Odonis Odonis, the Toronto punk rapscallions led by Dean Tzenos, released their Busted Lip 7" yesterday through, which is a single off their debut LP Hollandaze. It's funny that I've taken so long to talk about these guys - it's merely because I already had, but when I started to write this I realised that there was no previous link. My bad, because Hollandaze is a premier example of loud, noisy, aberrant surf rock injected with a punk snarl, both out of place in its Canadian climes and yet very much of its time. The beauty is in its electricity - these tracks rip through you, yet it is a dark fun being exuded, not a nasty exertion of vitriolic noise. Sure, lots have said the words 'Albini' and 'Big Black' when discussing this trio, yet it isn't the parallels to those tar-black outpourings that should be the focal point. It's the relentlessness of these punk crashes, infused with squalling guitars, urgent rhythms and snarling venom, yet all with an upturned frown and a glint in the eye. It is brutal and frenetic - only the six minute 'Seedgazer' offers a respite, and even then it doesn't alleviate the sweaty fervency, what with its restless wall of guitar noise.

You can pick up the vinyl of Hollandaze here. You can pick up the 7" here (re-released after being a rare release about this time last year, before FatCat Records added them to their roster). Apparently we will have a new album on the blocks very soon, so get excited!!!
Odonis Odonis - Busted Lip
Odonis Odonis - Hollandaze
Odonis Odonis - Seedgazer
Tuesday, 7 December 2010
Hold On To Your Britches - Its Gonna Be A Wild Ride

Received in the mail about two weeks ago a little link for a band from St Louis called Britches. They have been sandblasting their local scene for close to 18 months, and in September they released a 5 song demo. I can tell you that this dissonant experimental noise is something to behold, and impresses further with multiple listens. There is a unnerving element to this act, and its not the sudden guitar squalls or anguished screams - its the melody that bubbles underneath it all that surprises. The boys label Big Black and Pavement as two of their influences - serrating slackerdom then?
Check out the 5 song demo here.
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