Tuesday, 5 November 2013

Digging Shovels


I lied - here's ANOTHER post for the day. Melbourne ex-pat in San Fran Michael Beach has landed in the land of Oz for Sound Summit, and is playing a bunch of solo shows as well as a great number with his newish band Shovels. I feel it would be remiss of me, seeing as I'm hosting his solo show in Brisbane on Thursday November 14 (supported by Tape/Off, Tiny Migrants and Soda Eaves), to not list his other shows. And Shovels themselves? Have a listen below. Ill leave it at this - they played at Maggot Mess at Northcote Social Club today alongside Sewers, Gentlemen, Terrible Truths - and Cuntz. And you know by now how much we love Cuntz. If you're from Brisbane - this is like old Turnpike, if they were a little more in check with their flailing feelings, and a little more about deliberately bludgeoning you to death. So yeah - fucking awesome then.

NEWCASTLE – NOVEMBER 7 – WHITE’S RECORDS

SYDNEY – NOVEMBER 10 – SOUND SUMMIT 

BRISBANE – NOVEMBER 15 – GREENSLOPES BOWLS CLUB w/ TYVEK (USA) + BLANK REALM + THE REAL NUMBERS + HYDROMEDUSA + GERALD KEANEY & THE GERALD KEANEYS + EGGVEIN + DAG + THE ADULTS (put on by 4ZZZ A Guilt Retreat - this is going to be fucking amazing...)

HOBART – NOVEMBER 23 – GRAND POOBAH w/ NATIVE CATS + MESS O REDS


X-Rays On Cassie's Freaky Eyeballs In Europe


A very quick post before I duck out of life for a great number of hours (man today was shit!). Received this groovy lil 7" from Cassie Ramone. It's a split between her and the equally cool Xray Eyeballs. It's coming out through Siluh Records - you can get it here. Cassie's song is about being a loser and a freak - hence the title 'I'm A Freak', I guess. It ain't no The Babies - it's like a Mouldy Peaches song but with Best Coast sepia simplicity, an acoustic reverb adding the requisite perceived innocence - a somewhat throwaway song that is still imbued with veritable shitloads of charm. The Xray flipside, 'Only You', is a moody 80s grinder, with amazing Gothic bass and warbled vocals, that I could easily get seduced in a dingy bar in Vienna by. So a worthy release, then. They are touring Europe now as we speak - below are the dates - they play in Dresden tonight!

05 Nov., GER - Dresden, Ostpol
06 Nov., GER - Berlin, Monarch (DJ-Set)
07 Nov., GER - Berlin, Volksbühne, Grüner Salon (Siluh Rec Label Night w/ M185 & Gary)
08 Nov., NED - Harlem, Patronaat
09 Nov., NED - Groningen, Vera
10 Nov., UK - St. Leonards-on-Sea, The Kave Gallery
11 Nov., UK - Manchester, The Castle Hotel
12 Nov., UK - Glasgow, Stereo
13 Nov., UK - London, Old Blue Last
14 Nov., NED - Amsterdam, Paradiso
15 Nov., NED - Nijmegen, Extrapool
16 Nov., FRA - Paris, Espace B
17 Nov., FRA - Dijon, House Show
18 Nov., FRA - Lyon, Trokson
20 Nov., FRA - Toulouse, Lieu Commun (art gallery)
21 Nov., FRA - Peripgnan, L'Ubu
22 Nov., ESP - Barcelona, Apolo (DJ-Set)
23 Nov., ESP - Barcelona, Heliogabal
24 Nov., ESP - Vic, Jazz Cava
26 Nov., FRA - Rennes, Mondo Bizarro

The School of Hard Liquor and High Spirits


The Spook School will teach you how to have fun and how not to pour beer.

After a week spent hopped up on cold and flu tablets, trying to write an assignment on the epistemology of time, I found that I was wasting quite a lot of it (time, that is. No pseudoephedrine was wasted in the passing of it). See though, what I should have been doing instead of reading about the Scottish enlightenment was getting a ticket to Scotland to get some real-time enlightenment. I'll be honest, I'll tell the Spook School what I really think of them, hopped up or not; they are a freaking awesome collection of properties.


And while my bank account probably won't support the whole Scotland idea, at least I can rest assured that us Aussies, thanks to 'Niall's Sexy Calendar 2014', we'll always have our very own little bit of The Spook School love to have and to hold.

Oh yeah, and what's more, there's now a whole album worth of this goodness out for your enjoyment - on cherry cola coloured vinyl, no less! Get your copy of Dress Up (out now through Fortuna Pop!) from their bandcamp, pour yourself an enormously frothy beer and get prepared for your crush to continue!



Monday, 4 November 2013

Caught At Sea With Courtney


Man, this is becoming a habit. Here I am writing about Courtney Barnett - again. But it seems that she is everywhere right now - and rightly so. She is back after shuffling through CMJ, taking it all in her laconic stride. And the more acolytes that champion the cause, the better.

We've spoken about Barnett's EPs before, but it's worth mentioning that Milk! Records, alongside House Anxiety and Marathon Artists, have released the two together as a singular LP - The Double EP: A Sea Of Split Peas. Seeing as these songs started with an experiment to see how songs could hang on just one progression, it's amazing to find so many gems to hang onto. Most of this has to do with Barnett's incredible songwriting and blindsiding lyricism (not that the words are hard to pick up, but you can read most of them here on her website), but she also cuts a mean axe, and now has a good bunch backing her (aptly titled The Courtney Barnetts). Every song on here has moments of stark genius, which is hard to fathom and feels embarrassing to say, lathering on such platitudes without coming off like an infatuated Luddite with a laptop and a prayer. So Ill leave it at this - just buy the bloody thing and go to her shows, you will not be disappointed.

Barnett has been up to Brisbane a couple times in the past year - I managed to catch her play at last year's Big Sound, whilst her show at Southside Tea Room has caused a few people to label it gig of the year. Hopefully we will see these songs in their glory soon.

Beautiful Days' End For Hall


Australian noise specialist Tom Hall has come a long way from his AXXONN project. Not that that was a musical definition - Hall has traversed the gamut of sonic manipulation, whether it be a study in field recordings, electronic improvisation, atonal drone, rhythmic pulse or scorched-earth doom. Since moving to LA, he has continued to expand on this amorphous creative world, and the imminent release of his LP Many Days End is something to celebrate. A considered reflection on his time in LA, specifically the places he goes to to clear his head - the Santa Monica Mountains, San Fernando Valley and the South Bay - these tracks bubble and percolate, am organic suite of soundscapes that simultaneously display external environments (helped in part by field recordings taken from these same geographical areas) and internal ruminations and conflict. Thus Many Days End is not only an incredibly personal document for Hall, but is extremely immersive and relatable - the meshing of the natural and the electronic, the bursts of static with the languorous stretch of subtle feedback, mesh together into a cool, calming platform for reflection. Let it wash over you.


You can buy Many Days End through Hall's Sonoptik label here.

VIDEO VACUUM - Kirin J Callinan, Bleached, Charles Howl, Evening Hiss


It's November already?? Wow. No wonder I'm so tired. And lazy. I'm going to stop doing work now (it's 10am) and watch some music videos. You can too if you want, I'm not the boss of you.



Kirin J Callinan certainly ruffled a lot of feathers and beguiled many others with his debut album Embracism. I personally find his music far better in person, with visuals. That's why I tend to look forward to his film clips more than sitting down for just an aural taste. He hasn't disappointed thus far, and this incredible video for that album's 'Landslide' is incredible. Whilst it certainly helps that the song is probably my favourite from the album, the sight of Callinan hanging upside down above an ocean - that's in the sky - is incredible. And for whatever reason, I always get a kick out of seeing a dog swim. So win win, really.



Lots of bands get a kick out of having Halloween-themed songs for this bizarre commercialised holiday in America, whether it be kitschy tweaked originals or covers. Bleached have taken the former with 'Love Spells', a song that isn't really any different from what they do in the daytime, but have a decidedly ghoulish 80s VHS-era video to go with it. It's all incredibly fun, even if there are some evocative images held within (the woman with the severed hand and bloody crucifix in particular stick in the mind...)



Charles Howl is on the prowl, but he promises he will do you no harm. That doesn't appease me though, what with his extensive usage of white and the sleeping girl. He kicks off with his crotch in our face as he does up his fly! There's a glowing orb and smoke! Wait - he's going to smother her! Or is he? What a creep...or is he actually hugely misunderstood? Meh. He plays a mean garage line, and seeing as he has aligned himself to PNKSLM, he can't be all bad... Really looking forward to hearing more of this.


Evening Hiss - Melt from Daniel Ford on Vimeo.

Daniel Ford know no limits. I could be referencing seminal 90s act 2 Unlimited there. Maybe Ford should cover it? Probably not. He is in a gazillion local bands that would do a good job of it though - Black Vacation, Thigh Master, Kids Cryptic, just to name a few. Here is a song from solo project Evening Hiss, that started as a complement to an art exhibition he has coming up. This effort will be put out on limited release, and based on this track you will be sorry if you miss out. Or just pissed that someone has so much bloody talent to burn.

NOW GET BACK TO WORK!

Sunday, 3 November 2013

Everybody's Droning On The Weekend #2


This weekend, pull the curtains over the windows, shut everything intrusive about the world out, and come on a journey as Sonic Masala and eight global artists take you into the wonderful world of experiental noise, clatter and drone... If like me you've burnt the candle at both ends this week/weekend, you may need it.


I'm going to tee off with what could argued to be the most rock-oriented group on this list. Locust Of The Dead Earth is Marcio da Cunha, a Portuguese artist more known for folk/blues transgressions than dronework. Mithridate is nine exquisite songs of dense noise, sun-scorched Morricone-on-acid squalls, languid psyched-out jams and electronic space-highway meanderings with the occasional vocal whispering over the top. It's a fantastic release, and you can get it through Nostril Records now. The perfect high point of terra firma before we let go and spiral into the abyss of the unknown.




I was a fan of Portland artist Charlie Salas-Humara AKA Grapefruit's self titled release on Field Hymns Records last year, and it seems they have continued to ramp up the seductive synth/guitar madness on new release Stolen Highway (out on cassette through Constellation Tatsu - you can grab it here). There is a motorik pulse beating at the core of these songs (especially on the coalescing title track and 'King Felix II') that reads like a beating heart, albeit one encase in metal and electrodes. It's an intense listen that transports into a prism of refracted disco and classroom mainframes, crushing down from above until a sonic black hole leaves nothing left but heady ruminations and dilated pupils.




Greenhouse is Canadian artist Curran Faris. Tired Forever (out on Prairie Fire Tapes) is eighty minutes of guitar drone, feedback and manipulation stretched to the outer limits. It requires more patience than most artists of its kind - but therein lies the genius. On twenty-minute track 'Early Mornings & Late Nights' alone, Faris keeps things sparse and incredibly foreboding without any true catharsis - such a level of composure lures you in, then when the slightest shift in effect or tone comes about it's like striking gold. 'Glissed' harnesses looped feedback into a glorious orchestral orgasm in the synthetic light of an artificial sun; 'Accept This' takes a more guitar-obvious route, something akin to Black Eagle Child or Mark McGuire; then reaches back into the dronal hole for the apt 'Drop-Off'. Such a great release - get it here. You'll thank me later.




It feels unfair to have anything follow that up, but Perth's Cycle ~440 is just the band for the job. The duo's 17843+ release (out on the inimitable Wood & Wire) is semi-improvised crystalline sound sculptures of fragility and sepulchral grace, building gently on piano flutters and moments of stasis, a staccato pulse always emanating from somewhere in the ether... It all adds up to a haunting, expansive experience that is as frightening as it strikes awe into the soul. These guys won this year's WAM Song of the Year (Experimental) award, which is amazing news. Come to Brisbane soon, yeah?




Another release to come out of the Constellation Tatsu stable, Panabrite's Cortex Meridian is a fun, frenetic synapse burner that somehow manages to get atmospheres, emotions and places out of synthesised manipulations that you would think would be nigh on impossible. The undulating pulses and kosmiche rhythms are made for headphones, moreso than any other release on this list - listen to 'Night Sweat' and you will know what I mean. Panabrite (AKA Seattle's Norm Chambers) has crafted a suite of sounds that are synonymous with nocturnal reflexes, atonal weightlessness and fried 8-bit hypnosis. In short, it's a enthralling piece worthy of your time. Grab it here.




UK artist Sunset Graves describes his musical tangents as his life as a ghost. Listening to Variants, artist Andy Fosberry's debut isn't as drone-centric as most others on this list, incorporating trip-hop seduction ('Safe & Empty') and post rock nihilism ('Sixty Minutes Sixty Seconds') into his productions. He even endeavours to merge the two together on 'Cala Fia' - Variants is the right word for it. Much more likely to make you dance than anything else on this list - even if it's in a somewhat sunkissed, drugged state - but also to rock out to.




And you thought Sunset Graves took us off course? Francesco GiannicoZac Nelson's intriguing collaboration Les Nomades Paysages is an exercise in marrying improv drumming with ambient soundscapes, which leaves the effect of being on a tumultuous expedition across unfettered environments, whipped by the elements at their most beautiful and dangerous. You can almost smell the rain and burnt ozone on the title track. The field recordings enmeshed in these meditative studies are perfect also. Buy it here.




Finally we have Geometrie Variabili, an Italian free jazz improve band and their album The Breath. The quartet take a minute element and tinker with it, play with it, dissect and reassemble in various forms, in a fragmented staccato style that often takes my breath away. This type of music isn't always my thing, but The Breath really rewards, its technical intricacies not just marvels but hugely rewarding listens. You can buy it through Netlabel here.

Saturday, 2 November 2013

Dollar Bar (NOT At Paddington Workers Club...)


Brisbane's premier purveyors of sardonic yet whimsical guitar pop Dollar Bar have returned like the fabled phoenix. It seemed that you couldn't step out your front door in the early 2000's without falling over the band. Yet after a series of slick releases and a debut eponymous album, the boys left us in 2004. But the last three years has seen the fire back in the bellies of the four-piece - there is no sense of purpose here other than for the band to get back together again, hang out as mates, just like you're supposed to. Why be in a band if you hate everyone unless you are 90s Lou Barlow, amirite?


Dollar Bar are launching 2nd album ten years on from the debut, and it's called Paddington Workers Club after the now sadly defunct establishment that many a Brisbane band of the 90s and early 00s cut their teeth and drank their weight in the amber stuff. Its fitting that as their "comeback" record, unlike Farnesy, actually means something - its self referential as always, but is looking forward as well as looking back, and what made things tick. The boys are older, worldlier and (assumedly) wiser, yet the cheek, wit and cagey shambolism remains intact. Tattooed hipster Canadian girls on bikes, sterilised currency, overdue bills, people from Brisbane moving to Melbourne to hang with people from Brisbane, Pollard and Salter references - these things only skim the surface of why this album is the shit. And it's short, so it's a bliss bomb as well.



Dollar Bar launch Paddington Workers Club tonight in Brisbane at the Beetle Bar. The supports - Roku Music, Tape/Off and Undead Apes - is outta this world too. This is seriously going to be one of the most fun music nights of the year, so you better be there, fools. Here's their great new video too. It's good to have you back, lads.

Friday, 1 November 2013

The Primitive Calculators Are Wonderfully Fucked


There isn't much that you can say about Melbourne Cenobites Primitive Calculators that doesn't have the word fuck or some derivative of the word fuck in it. This is the band that were only around for a few years on the cusp of the '80s, making industrial synth punk dystopias that many have tried to emulate but never truly captured. That's because not only do you need to be a diseased harbinger of grime, saliva and despair, but such a concoction is far too brutal and volatile to remain a sustainable force, especially spawning from the supposedly febrile minds of ones so young. So whilst they left indelible marks on contemporaries The Birthday Party and The Boys Next Door, they left this mortal coil with very little archaeological evidence of their existence other than some dire (in the best sense) small releases and scorched earth (and this incredible video...).



But this kind of monosyllabic, single-minded fury can't stay in the bottle forever. Primitive Calculators resurfaced at the behest of acolyte Nick Cave when he curated the first Australian-based ATP in 2009. They may have been the reason the festival took four years to come back...but also the reason that Chapter Music is finally putting out the band's first album EVER in The World Is Fucked. And it is - if you look at it through Primitive Calculators' eyes. And you have no choice not to - these songs grab you and waterboard you with white noise, a endless montage of VHS nastiness, and viscous lyrical bile. Even the barked chant of Stuart Grant of the word 'dead' in the aptly titled 'Dead' comes with a miasma of variant outcomes - and all of them do not bode well for your humanity, or indeed all humankind. Because The World Is Fucked is a manifesto of abject truth - the song titles sharp stabs of declining morality (even a song called 'Love' is more about the soul-destroying absence of it). Closer 'Nothing' tells you that the world is fucked, but in a nihilistic, amoral sense - you know the end is nigh, so you may as well actively bring it about.



Also, it proves that Primitive Calculators could be one of the most ahead-of-their-time bands ever created. Not that that makes them accessible, or even likable. They are the harbingers of anarchic futility after all. But we should all be glad that something exists in the world as corrupted as this. I implore every record store to put this release next to all the vapid indie-folk, pop trash and Darwin Deez releases that you have in your shop. They will be wiped clean before the album hits the shelf.


The World Is Fucked comes out today - you can grab it here.

Video Vacuum - Yes I'm Leaving, Surf City, The Fauns, Batpiss (NSFW)


I wanted to do a thousand different posts today - and I started about twelve - but standing on top of Brian Chippendale's drumkit with lots of Coopers Pale Ale but no earplugs as he loses his mind for an hour as meant my attention span is minuscule. My brain has been burnt to a crisp! I did get to speak to him about the band Human Beast before the show, and something afterwards but I could barely hear the Fugazi/Fu Manchu playlist that was booming over the PA...So let's watch some videos!



Yes I'm Leaving are pushing their excellent record of this year Mission Bulb into the States thanks to Drunken Piano, and this has seen their newest video for album track 'Four Chorder,' a threadbare set letting the trio tear the place apart, hit the Spin website. Nice work guys! Helps that the song is a ball tearer worthy of so much more. This album is still killing at the business end of 2013 - a sure-fire sense of electric these boys are. And they are re-issuing their first couple of criminally under-heard releases too. Expect for the Sydney band's cred to rise - and for Billy and the boys to not even notice nor care (OK, just a little...)



NZ garage/surf/pop/raconteurs Surf City are another band that surreptitiously keep kicking goals. On latest single from album We Knew It Was Not Going To Be Like This, 'NYC' (which feels like a mixture of sunnier Sonic Youth, Women and seminal Aussie band Underground Lovers), the band are running around having a reckless time with skateboards, ice-cream cones and stolen fast food and booze (popped open with a Bic lighter, of course) in what is a subversion to these guys' true demeanour - but also makes you want to just have one mid-summer day in their shows. This song is a dream, and fast approaching one of my favourite tracks of the year.


The Fauns - Seven Hours from Mintonfilm on Vimeo.

Bristol dreamers The Fauns are preparing to launch second album Lights on Invada Records in December. The first taste is 'Seven Hours', a five-minute stretch in a cryogenic tank, ambiance pumped through the speakers, time stretching immeasurably (except for the fact I just said it went for five minutes...), the sun neither rising nor setting, forever caught on the horizon. Such wistful meanderings are in bountiful supply this day and age, and yet when The Fauns hit their stride it elevates them to another celestial plain. I'm looking forward to listening to Lights as I travel the English countryside this December...


Look, to be honest this is the video I think everyone should see. I wanted to put it into a post all on its own, but chickened out. Why? Well, by nestling it here behind three other bands my mother may not find it. The vid is of course Batpiss' 'Loose Screws', a short film about a supermarket trolley-pusher that is pushed over the edge and lets everything out, one skewered screwdriver at a time... It's incredibly NSFW, what with all the blood, shivving, garroting and infanticide (it may be Thomy's face, but that is still a baby being stabbed), before a awesome twist that turns into the bloodiest male-on-male heavy petting I've ever seen. Fucking Batpiss, man - gotta love em.

NOW GET BACK TO WORK!

Stranger Marville Gods


Local grunge-addicted duo Marville may not have hit your radars that often, but that's not because they are a new band. Rather, they have been playing the traps for some time since humble beginnings of a solo outlet for Bottlecock aficionado Ash Kerley under the moniker Strangers. After teaming with Linda Dark, the band have been not-so-quietly chipping away, until Sydney band Strangers threatened to take them to task over "their"name, despite Kerley playing under the moniker for ages before the pipsqueak screamos came onto any semblance of a "scene". Anyway, the duo obeyed the lesser of two evils, and are reborn as Marville.


Which is working out mighty fine, as the duo prepare to launch their debut album (in either incarnation) today, Vayan Con Dios. An album of unabashed tension, atmosphere and slack-jawed nihilism in the Adalita-in-mid-career-Magic Dirt mould, with some smouldering instrumental interludes, the album doesn't push the envelope, instead happily espousing the strengths of their limits, comfortable in their brittle skin. With a Bottlecock LP in the ether, Kerley promises to be a busy presence in Brisbane circles over the next twelve months - and if this album is any indication, the 90s alternative scene is coming along for the ride.


Marville launch the album tonight at the Beetle Bar alongside ol' SM faves El Motel (it's been awhile, padres), You In Reverse and the rising glory of The Steady As She Goes. For a $10, it tees off at 8pm.

Thursday, 31 October 2013

Making Dead Wrestlers Your Life Partner = Short Yet Depraved Life Span...


Dead Wrestlers, the third LP from Chicago sad punks Life Partner, came out aaaaaaaages ago (at least six months at least) through Sophomore Lounge. There is nothing wrong with that of course. I really want to write a 4, 500 word elegy to Marquee Moon, and I still might (probably won't though). We do try to stay as on the pulse here on Planet Masala as we can though. Nevertheless, I threw this on last night after a baseless cyclical rage-listen to Pissed Jeans's Honeys and Neon Windcheater's New Sky, and it was the right adrenal burst to the glands to lull me out into a more sedate form of aggression. At 2 in the morning, this was mightily appreciated. Bearing some semblances to the likes of Ovlov, Pile and Spook Houses in the opener 'Stupid Kids' (with the beginning lyrics about not taking their shit my new anthem for my educational "day job" professions), but settles into a more acerbic, yet no less enthralling, dirge into the slights and sneers of middle class malcontents and their fervent love for wrestling. I'm a massive fan of the way Life Partner insists on disguising their humour (sometimes black, sometimes puerile) in the darker corridors of rock  - it was evident in 2012's offering Dogs, and has clearly fermented into something worthwhile here.


You can buy Dead Wrestlers here.


Interview - Brian Chippendale (Lightning Bolt) - Aggression Rooted In Positivity


Tonight one of my favourite bands on the planet, Lightning Bolt, are playing at the Zoo. Here is an interview I did with maniacal drummer and all round rad dude Brian Chippendale a couple months ago...

BRIAN CHIPPENDALEHey man how are you?

SONIC MASALA – excellent! How’s your day been?

BCHmm, how’s my day been? Well it’s been a beautiful day here, in the 70s or so, sunny (laughs). I went and saw a bit of a band from Providence which is where I live called Human Beast who just put an album out on Load Records which is actually Lightning Bolt’s normal label. They were doing this four hour performance at a local museum, so I went and took in an hour and a half of that. That was one of the things I did today…

SM – (laughs)

BCI wanted to do the full four hours but I want to come home, relax, have a lil snack before talking on the phone…

SM – Sorry to take you away from that man!

BCHey, no problems, I'm pretty sure I got the gist of it anyway (laughs) It’s really interesting to me though; I don’t know how after an hour or three, three and a half hours what they were doing originally (laughs) Something spaced out, I’d assume.



SM – For sure. I was going to say, that wouldn’t be something Lightning Bolt would likely tackle anytime soon – the four hour show would be impossible to maintain?

BCOh no! (laughs) We couldn’t do that. Well, not at our normal clip…I was actually thinking about that when I was over there, thinking “God this would be so cool to do, you know, and record it.” You know, you would inevitably get really weird. Obviously your energy would go down, your physical energy anyway, but then your mental energy might spike at different times. But then I thought “We can just go into our room and record for four hours whenever we want.” (laughs) But the performance would be pretty special. I don’t know, we could do something – not four hours though. I reckon we could do three; that extra hour, it makes it an even number, we’d need an odd number.

SM – Are you superstitious?

BCNo, just because it’s an odd thing to do! (laughs)

SM – (Laughs) Plus you might lose your mind even more, beyond what is retrievable, into the fourth hour…

BCYeah, that is the concern (laughs). I was talking to the guy who put this on, he put on this little festival, this local thing, a couple years ago called Bummerslam, and it started at 8am and ended at 8pm. The concept was there were going to be 12 bands and they’d each play for an hour, and everyone who wanted to go had to be there by 8am and just stay in that room for the whole 12 hours. You couldn’t leave. I played first, and I screwed the whole thing up by not starting til 9, and people started coming and going, so it didn’t work out quite to the plan. But the idea of turning these musical performances into this sort of physical happenings is conceptually interesting to me. (Laughs) It could make for the most boring of days, who knows?

SM – (Laughs) Well, Lightning Bolt itself started as an art project between yourself and Brian Gibson almost two decades ago, so you have been toying with performance and the art of performance for quite a while now. That kind of extrapolation isn’t all that far-fetched really.

BCYeah, we’ve always had that interest in the physicality of the performance, the weird inclusiveness of performance and all of that. For me on the drumming side pushing myself physically in some ridiculous way would make sense. Most of our shows are compacted, so it’s as if four hours went by because its 110 degrees in the room and there’s zero air, so everything’s compressed.

SM – Every Lightning Bolt show then, if we’re not talking lateral time, if we’re just talking about expenditure of energies, you pretty much meet the quota, four hours into one!

BCThat’s funny. Maybe that’s why people like music shows. We’re getting into deep stuff real fast here (laughs). But maybe that’s why people like music shows, because you’re judging it on energy expulsion, you’re dealing with three hours of time in a forty-five minute set or something. Everything is heightened by the energy levels. Maybe that’s obvious, but I’ve never thought of it like compressed time before.

SM – You learn something new every day, and there’s something new to chew over! (laughs)

BC – (Laughs) Yeah, you learn from your bullshit every day.




SM – (Laughs) Well those staples that you have developed as the duo, ensuring that live shows are in amongst the people, in amongst the crowd, which again builds that heated atmosphere; you’ve got the mask which in a practical sense it’s there to hold the microphone, but has become the symbolic element of the band, and then there are the vocals which by necessity as much as practice has to become this staccato rant, due to the way you play as much as the way you sing – these things that have developed over time as staples of the Lightning Bolt experience, they aren’t particularly lateral things either, they have developed in a weirdly organic fashion…

BCThe process has made them, or reinforced the themes and steered the ship in that direction, for sure. That is one thing that I am grateful for from playing on the floor (as opposed to a raised stage) for so long is that it’s made me become a much more physical drummer than I was. I mean I have always been fairly physical about it, I’ve put everything into it, but it’s stopped me from getting lazy. There are many shortcuts for a drummer, but if you are on the floor, not willing to use a PA and really need to go for it to properly fill out a room, there’s not a lot of shortcuts left.

SM – What about drumming itself as something that is something… (trails off)…fuck, I should learn to use my words…

BCNo one knows whether I've been using mine for decades! (laughs)

SM – Let me try again (laughs). The art of drumming for you – how does it signify you as a person, not just as Lightning Bolt, because you’ve got other avenues through which to express and connect, your artwork and your comics, so as a drummer – the art and action of drumming – how does that signify who you are?


BCI’ve been noticing this week actually, I played a solo show on Saturday night (Saturday 10th August @ AS220 as Black Pus). For the last two years the elevator in the building where Brian and I practice has been broken, so after I play, say, a solo show, I’ve got 700 pounds of really awkward equipment to carry up these three really long flight of stairs. When I take it down it takes a day, it’s like twenty-three trips or something up and down these stairs (laughs). But then that night after the show I’ll get a few things upstairs, because it’ll have been a long day, then the next day I’ll take the rest up. But this week I was lazy, so it took me two days to get it all upstairs, then set the shit up on the third day, and I felt kind of depressed for those couple of days. Then as soon as I got it all and set it up and sat down to drum, I felt good again. As the years have gone by, for better or worse, I've become addicted to the act of drumming. I mean, I could probably switch over to running or something; it’s a form of exercise. It moderates my brain and moderates my energy levels, it’s great for that sort of thing. It’s a great exercise routine for me, and it’s important – it’s survival, like my daily dose of mental stability. Not that I go crazy otherwise, but it’s a healthy way to get through a lot of stuff.

SM – It’s funny how that becomes a part of you. I’ve seen you play a few times now, especially when living in Europe in 2008 to 2011, and there’s nothing to me that is like a Lightning Bolt show, seeing you and Brian going at it, and it’s sort of funny because I guess whether it’s also the fact that the artworks you create are these garish, quite cartoonish ways of drawing – the way you play is quite violent and visceral, but it is all rather cartoonish to me also. That isn’t some sort of backhanded compliment either, something flippant, it’s just that you do get put into the noise rock pigeonhole because people feel they want or need to pigeonhole what you do, a place they can then identify with, and the abrasive rock element allows that comparison, and there is a cathartic element to the live experience, but there is a great deal of humour and cartoon violence in the delivery. I never get the sense that you guys are particularly serious, dark people you know? (laughs)

BCAt the very beginning I think we were very much that way, and I think over time we lost a little of that. OK (laughs), it is not that exactly, definitely not as people, but for some reason the music has lost a little of that sense of humour, I sometimes think.  Maybe even my vocal stylings have gotten a little more serious whereas before it was a little more chirpy? When we started though I felt really cartoonish, and when I listen back to the first couple of albums we did, especially our second album Ride The Skies, it’s all super jerky and quick changes and loads of starts and stops, and it feel hyper, like kids. It was a really long time ago, well it feels a long time ago now. There is this element of cartoonish energy, cartoonish aesthetic, I mean I put on a freaking mask! (laughs) It’s this strange balance; some of our shows can be quite aggressive, which then turns the set into something pretty dark. But at the same time it feels weird, I mean, c’mon! This is Lightning Bolt! We’re not Slayer or anything. For the most part people are there to have a good time, and whilst the music can go to a dark place – we both really dig dystopian science fiction, but we’re not dark people, you know? So the cartoonish aspect comes from aggression rooted in positivity. (laughs)


SM – (laughs) Well, the ‘Barbarian Boy’ single that you have just brought out on Adult Swim. That group marries well with the positive aggression, cartoonish mayhem vibe that you guys embody. The song itself is one of the most direct that you have delivered in some time, Was that a deliberate factor, seeing what you were releasing this on, or was the track written before they approached you?

BCWe actually just went into the studio and made that up. It was a one day wonder, that one; we went in, jammed, came up with this idea and ran with it. I think the studio atmosphere helped. I had used the studio for the last Black Pus record (All My Relations) but it’s not something that Lightning Bolt has used. So that song came from being in a studio and recognising what was possible in the studio. Most of our music is written through jamming at home, which I then record on a cassette four-track, and that process probably emphasises totally different things. Yet in the studio, they are super good at capturing drums, so I could identify this beat and it sounded cool, straight away. We have taken a lot of time off this year too, I've been doing a lot of Black Pus stuff, so that song was us getting back together again after that break and it was a lot of fun.

SM – Is that gonna bleed into a new album?

BCMan, we have so much stuff recorded for the next album that we just haven’t sat down and organised or finished yet. We’ve been talking about it forever, and I think what’s going to happen is we’re gonna come back from Australia and clean out the winter so there’s nothing going on, and just get it done. There is so much stuff in different states of disrepair; it’s coming, it’s just down to whether we’re gonna be idiots or not, get our brains together or just keep jamming in the house and not think about anything else.


Come to The Zoo @ 8 - life changer, right here.

Wednesday, 30 October 2013

Hits From The Box #75 - Jumping For Victory (The Recovered Version)

We finally have a winner! Didier Goudeseune managed to find the mysteriously missing Hits From The Box segment from yesterday! Thank you so much! And without further adieu...


So I do a lot of things. My parents constantly complain about my burning the candle at both ends. And true, sometimes things get a bit over the top crazy, the jobs and deadlines and expectations teeter like a Tower of Babel made out of Jenga blocks. But it's 99% worth the stress and hassle. Like on the weekend. I coach a teenage basketball team. I know that white men can't jump - Wesley Snipes told me so - but an undefeated season is nothing to sneeze at. I am pretty proud of the boys, even though most of them listen to Drake or Pusha T. They put up with my jokes and train hard, and it pays off. So today's Hits From The Box is all about killing it - victory. And rest assured, there will be no Drake/Pusha T bizniz up in here.



Melbourne bruisers White Summer are taking the blues grind and crush it into the ground with aggression, making The Black Keys cower in their customized Converses. 'Head In The Sand' has a insidious bass line that hooks you through the verses, even as we can feel the tension ratchet up - then the brutal crunch of the chorus takes the song into heavier territory. It's headily impressive, and a welcome introduction to a promising act.




Neon Windbreaker are ugly, garish things, which is why this Toronto five-piece have picked the right name then. They dish out Pissed Jeans/Bronx-style vitriolic hardcore punk that melts your face off whilst making you laugh, cry and spit blood. They are releasing a new EP in the form of New Sky (which clocks after after SEVEN MINUTES), and are playing in London tonight at Birthdays - it's definitely something that you need to get to if you are in town (and seeing as I know people that basically live ACROSS THE ROAD from this joint, they better get down there and thank me later...)





Now we're going to more barroom rock with Liquor Store. The New Jersey band throw everything at the wall, all flailing hair and smashed whiskey bottles, feedback outros and screaming fist-pumping anthems. Imagine Japandroids and Titus Andronicus formed a band together dedicated to covering The Hold Steady covering The Boss covering MC5, and that's Liquor Store for ya. Sweaty, boozy, jump-out-of-your-skin fun times behind the barbed wire fence. In The Garden is their second record, and if these tracks are any indication it's absolutely killer. Get behind these reprobates and rediscover rock and/or roll.



Ramps are a new Sydney band that feature members of the likes of Further, Sounds Like Sunset, Massappeal and Downtime - and yes, their debut EP Joe is as raucous as you'd expect. 'City Hands' plays like a sludgier Black Level Embassy; '70s Moustache' offers a 70s riff and jams it into the bowl of Fu Manchu; 'Full Hot Orator' tempers the two. Its angry, dark, angular, riff-heavy, and as delectable as that cup o joe first thing in the hungover morning. They are launching the EP November 8 at the Town Hall Hotel with Yes I'm Leaving - so you know how that's gonna turn out...




The Ar-Kaics are from Richmond, Virginia. They play garage rock with a heady dose of The Animals injected into their soul. Their 'She Does Those Things To Me' single is one of the most basic songs ever written, and yet it makes me want to down beer, jump around and lick someone on the face. Doesn't matter what time it is, I want to do all these things. Then when the last chord fades out, I forget myself, and feel ashamed...until I hit play and it happens all over again. This band is an illicit drug. Give me more. You can grab this on their 7" that is out through Speakertree - apparently they have an album out too from earlier in the year, might have to hunt that sucker down.




Now, Faux Fauna certainly stands out of the crowd today, especially seeing as it has nothing to do with heavy riffs and garage tiffs. But I have been a big fan of Noah Berman's solo stuff for the best part of twelve months now, and thought I needed to pay it lip service because it seriously kicks arse, so I see it as the perfect closer - the victory lap. Started as an attempt to emulate the simplistic-yet-intricate stylings of Why Oak, Faux Fauna produced Krittre, an EP of fuzz, allure, dreamy attraction, and sandpaper malaise - you drift along, rudely drawn back to earth with abrasive noise, before being set free once more. These four songs came out of a potential 170 demos (!?!), so there is plenty more where this comes from it seems. This tempering of the senses keeps Krittre centred, and keeps me coming back for more.


Happy Tuesday everyone!

Black Tambourine-ing Is Hard


Falmouth, UK band The Black Tambourines have been on my radar since they released a split with New Years Evil on Art Is Hard Records back in 2010. Earlier this year they finally released their eponymous debut record, also through the boutique label from South West England, and the result is pretty much what you would expect - breathless, chugging surf-tinged garage rock that swirls around with a pinch of psych rock. The shorter the song, the better they are - 'Lemon' doesn't break 80 seconds, and could be an off-cut from Ty Segall's earliest scuzzy endeavours. There's nary a shift in momentum - it is all tethered to the railroad tracks, albeit travelling at the speed of light. The foursome love to dish out a trashed out party vibe, and The Black Tambourines certainly distills that into an easily digestible aural pill. Drop it and spazz out. You can pick up the LP (and other Black Tambourines-related guff) here.

Re-murdering A Raving Mogwai

It would be remiss of me to pass the day without passing comment on the new Mogwai track, 'Remurdered', which will be coming out on their forthcoming LP Rave Tapes (their eighth, for those playing at home). It's proving to be a divisive little number amongst the rabid fanbase, so I won't say too much here for those yet to dip their toes in. I will say this though - it is typically excellent, especially when the synth breakdown hits around the halfway mark - yes, synth. I also listened to it 15 times in a row. That's over 90 minutes of listening time devoted to one song. Then again, I am a rabid Mogwai fan myself. Murky waters I swim in then. Anyway, make up your own mind and tell us what you think. Rave Tapes will be out through Sub Pop/Rock Action in January 2014 - pre-order here.

There's Nobody There At Veronica Falls To Need You Around


A quick post about London guitar noirish popsters Veronica Falls. They are making a mad dash for Australian shores to play two exclusive shows - tonight in Sydney at GoodGod, then tomorrow at Melbourne's Northcote Social Club. No Brisbane show is a true slap in the face. Nevertheless, they do have a new single that is almost appropriately titled 'Nobody There', out in time for the tour. It will be available on 7" in December through Wichita (pre-order it here), so this is the best way to hear it for now.


If you happen to be in Asia over the next fortnight, you will have ample opportunity to catch them in full flight. See the dates below.

NOVEMBER
2 - Camp Symmetry Festival, Singapore
6 - Voice Space, Bangkok
7 - Freeman’s Sporting Club, Tokyo
8 - Cay, Tokyo
9 - Est, Tokyo
10 - Noon, Osaka
12 - Backstage, Hong Kong

NB - Veronica Falls just released this song, 'Need You Around' a few hours ago. This will have to suffice missing the shows, then...


Tuesday, 29 October 2013

Kamikaze Danya Loses It Over Teenage Burritos


Here's an enamouring 7" that came out a few weeks ago through Volar records from San Diego band Teenage Burritos. The band is a bit of a "supergroup" (as in there are members of Christmas Island and Plateaus in the mix, with Andreas from Swedish killers Holograms appearing on the B-side track 'Kamikaze'), and this debut single 'Danya' is a lot of sunny yet grimy take on upper echelon punk. The tracks were recorded on an 8-track where the tape caught jammed, so the warble throughout the two tracks is accidental yet sublime - offering an off-kilter immediacy. 'Kamikaze' in particular slays, and the band have intimated that their upcoming LP (that will be out through Volar and Burger Records any day now - we'll be back on that when it hits our clammy hands) will follow in this vein. They do remind me of a more urgent younger sibling of Veronica Falls, which is a great thing indeed. I don't care how young or old the burritos are, just give me a lifetime supply.


Buy Danya/Kamikaze from Volar Records here.