Showing posts with label Other Music Recording Co. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Other Music Recording Co. Show all posts

Monday, 13 October 2014

Xylouris White's Chicken Song Is Punk As Fuck


I had to post this. I was writing a review of Goats, the excellent album that melds the minds of Cretan folk legend George Xylouris and Dirty Three drummer Jim White (as Xylouris White). As the review only is 100 words long, some of the review was cut. Including the above phrase. Well it actually went 'And 'Chicken Song' is the one song where White and Xylouris get dark, mystical and punk as fuck.' The reworkings of traditional machinations into the musical genius of these two twisted troubadours is great, yet not many people may prescribe to such a outlandish claim - but I stand steadfastly by it. There is a sinuous, almost sinister groove that insinuates itself at the core of 'Chicken Song', taking it from European or Eastern composition, caricature or appropriation, and moving it into a sonic plateau all its own - with serious attitude to burn. There are many more great songs on Goats - it's an incredible suite of rhythmic interplay, both mischievous and elegant, a series of games that the duo play where the winner invariably is the listener - but 'Chicken Song' displays just how kindred their spirits really are. Let's hope for many more collaborative efforts between Xylouris and White if this is anything to go by.



Goats (which was also produced by Guy Picciotto from seminal outfit Fugazi) is out through Other Music Co - get it here.

Wednesday, 8 May 2013

Giving Up On A Nude Beach


It isn't enough for me to premiere Slonk Donkerson's new track; I have to delve into another Brooklyn band's release that shows a fiery predilection for 90s rock attraction. Nude Beach brought out a pretty great record last year with II, completely irreverent and fuzziness of the warmest kind - leather jacket cool with a heart of fairy floss. Their latest release is a 7" on Other Music Recording Co due out in July, and it is a little cleaner, a litter shinier, yet still as careless as ever. The pop that courses through the 7" has a rough edge, a working-class rambunctiousness, that makes it tougher to crack, to find faults with. The trio is still a little too shambolic, a little too erratic, for their tunes to anchor a pivotal moment in a HBO season cliffhanger - but give them time. Nude Beach have soul to go with their garage edginess, and that'll get them far.