Showing posts with label Yellow Swans. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Yellow Swans. Show all posts

Thursday, 17 February 2011

Dufficy Drones On, Bleeds Out The Coffin

This is a funny one, as there are reference point for both Londoners and Brisbanites. As the man behind the sonic waterfall that is Winter Drones, Leon Dufficy has kept, and continues to keep, himself quite busy musically. Currently he is the guitarist of London dream popsters Still Corners, who are about to tour Sweden in anticipation for their debut SXSW shows in March. He has played with Keith Wood, otherwise known as Hush Arbors. He is a Brisbane ex-pat, first sharpening his sound with sonic miscreants Shuriken - one of the Sunshine State's most promising acts in the mid 00s (when not on mind altering substances...).

But Dufficy has forced another bow to his string. He brought out album Blood In The Coffin last year on small London label Sexbeat Records under the moniker Winter Drones. This title is apt, as the album does what it says on the tin - seven tracks of undulating drones that shimmer and shake in equal measures. The centrepiece is 'Stiff Wizard', a perfect showcase of Dufficy as a writer. As many artists have now flooded the market with their takes on ambient soundscapes, Winter Drones benefits enormously from the live aesthetic and manual manipulation of actual instruments. 'Stiff Wizard' starts with your basic fuzzed-out guitars that incrementally build up momentum. A simple electronic melody comes into play, and by the time the live percussion makes itself felt a new sonic realm has been entered. Fantastic stuff.

Blood In The Coffin may have only had a limited cassette release, but it is going to get the wider recognition it deserves as it has since been picked up by Pete Swanson (of Yellow Swans fame), remastered and put out through his Weird Forest stable. Only 250 pieces of wax have been made, mind. Still, that is a start - get it here.

Winter Drones - Stiff Wizard
Winter Drones - Winnie Cooper's Bones

Thursday, 30 September 2010

In Through The Robedoor


What a dazed plain Robedoor lives on. A plain devoid of colour, either because there is no light, or there is so much light that the landscape has been bleached into nothingness. A plain where nothing really lives - its just being. Billions of particles of interstellar sludge rolling across the scorched earth like minuscule tumbleweeds. Gravital claustrophobia. Blue filters. Monochrome sleepwalkers. Acetate. Liquid metal...

Sorry, but Robedoor is a droning, growling psych behemoth in the truest sense, following in the footsteps of the likes of Skullflower and Yellow Swans in the underworld dirge, hypnotizing you and drawing you into their realm. They have brought out a plethora of releases over the past few years, steadily developing their status as a frontrunner in the drone underground (Im not kidding - check here for their discography - Im not even sure its complete!). Most notably have been the Raiders LP of last year, out on lead Britt's own label Not Not Fun, also responsible for the Bored Fortress 7" split with Gnod, and the upcoming Burners (Important Records). Not Not Fun has also finished prepping the Pacific Drift 7" as we speak. This abundance of material showcases a beast that is slowly, organically evolving its craft, the songs becoming, well, songs, focused and compacting sprawling deluges in short time frames, thus magnifying their aural alchemy.