Carnival

Sleep In - Steady
Sleep In - Amorous
Sleep In - January

I really want to hate Sleep In. Not because I don't like the music - I do - and not because Hamish Duncan is a jerk - he isn't, at least, in my experience - but because he has accomplished so much with his music despite being only 19, thus making me look like a lazy, untalented jerk for also not putting out 4 full-length albums of shoegazey psychedelic meandering. Well, shoot.


And really, the whole discography is pretty grand. Incredibly solid. Unprecedentedly solid. It's a whole mess (in a good way) of genre-hopping/defying denies your (read: my) best attempts at pidgeonholing. It's noisy, it's trippy, it's vaguely catchy, it's expansive when it's not being minimal, it's straightforward when it's not being obtuse, and its the sort of thing that will take more than one listen to grasp (which is my excuse for not posting this much, much sooner after I said I would). From my experience, the whole Sleep In project is just a vast outpouring of ideas, the sort of project that really couldn't have existed, say, 10, even 5 years ago. Truly a product of the digital age, and certainly a musician who understands what it takes to be a musician in this era and, furthermore, knows how to take advantage of it. You can grab Sleep In albums for $1.75 from his own label, Nightgull Records (oh, yeah, he runs a record label, too. At this rate, the next Sleep In release is going to be "the cure for cancer") or get a digital double-album from Enemies List Home Recordings for $5. I literally spent more on bus fare this morning.

I've posted some tracks from Carnival - available with Pyramid from Enemies List - to give you the best 'snapshot' of the Sleep In M.O. From the spacey, wintery jams of "January" to the straight-ahead psych-rocker "Steady" (Magic Lantern would be proud (and also look for a disarmingly spot-on Thurston Moore impression), it's incredibly diverse but smartly unified. You know, they way they used to make albums.

All To-more-oh's Pah-tees

Woah, it's that time again already? The hell, man. All Tomorrow's Parties 2010 came outta nowhere. Partially because I hadn't planned it 4 months in advance, partially because the line-up was a smidgen weaker than last year, but all that aside, it was a stellar weekend as always.

Brief note from the editor: I kind of struggle with the idea of a festival review because all in all, it's a bit pointless. Concert reviews as a whole are also of limited use, and this is especially true of concert reviews in the blogosphere wherein the writing is more or less there to convey a sense of I was there and you were not, sucker. Plus, more often than not, it seems to slip into "my god, this was absolutely [pick one: life-changing/-affirming, transcendental, the show of a lifetime, an "experience"]" and general fanboyism turning from review into, y'know, fanboyism. Besides, of how much practical use is a live review? An album is a singular experience, more or less the same for everyone outside of personal set/settings. A concert, however, is subject to a million different x-factors: your state of mind that day, your physical condition, the conditions of the venue, technical issues, et al. The best I can do for you now is tell you "yeah, this show was very good, you should uh... have been there, because it will never, ever happen again".

The Scientists playing was apparently a Big Deal, and I wish I could've cared more, but honestly, by 6pm Friday night I was toast after working all day Thursday and then taking an overnight bus to NYC (and then another 2 hours on the bus to get to Monticello). I was asleep on my feet for most of their set. I also don't care about Mudhoney at all. Yeah, we're off to a good start here.

But hey, goddamn, were The Stooges a wake-up call or what. Iggy Pop is still one of the greatest frontmen ever, even now that he bears a striking resemblance to an actual mummified corpse. Pits were moshed, claps were clapped, choruses were sung along, you wouldn't really know that this material was some 35+ years old. Phenomenal set, spot on.

But really, just look around and look at the black tshirts and overgrown neckbeards: it's Sleep that are the band of the night. And boy do they ever uphold their reputation as metal's most blunted, with a solid 2:1 ratio of amplifiers to band members, moody green lighting and a background projection that looks like the most stoned glacier you've ever seen. Hell, even the attempted-but-failed classical guitar interlude was probably conceived in a pre-show session. Snafus aside, it was pretty flawless stoner doom, with resin-thick guitar tones and pitch-perfect raspy bellows. An absolute marathon of a set, too, clocking it at over two hours.

Beak> were a surprise highlight for me, having never heard them before and only knowing they, uh, had some connection to Portishead and Portishead is great. Really atmospheric electronic-based sort of stuff, kind of like Hail to the Thief-era Radiohead. Perfect balance of creepy moments with danceable bass grooves.

Apse had one hell of a light show, that much is certain. I only caught a bit of their set but it was pretty bizarre post-everything that probably warrants a closer listening than I gave 'em.

Everyone seemed to be all shaken as to how loud Fuck Buttons were, so maybe my hearing is just deadened at this point, but it didn't seem all that unbearable. I wouldn't expect anything less, really, because this brand of body-movin', uh, - power-drone? progressive post-techno? - demands volume.

Text of Light should've been really cool - Lee Ranaldo deflowering his guitar to avant-garde 70's film - but came off as too hyper-artsy for its own sake. There's a big deal made about the projections and such, but they're just there for aesthetics, really, because whatever unholy noise was being torn from those amps had little-to-no correlation to the visuals. And I reckon the "little" correlations were coincidental.

Another band outta left-field was Fursaxa, with her (their?) fantastically pretty-sounding folk based around drones, harp and cello. Sort of a toned-down Natural Snow Buildings-vibe, minus the viciousness that band sometimes finds itself in.

Now, when Tortoise are good, they're really damn good, but when Tortoise are mediocre, well, they're really average. Tortoise here were pretty average. Flawless musicianship, sure, but it's not exactly a thrilling live show. Maybe I'm missing something, because everyone else was super jazzed (ba-dum) about their performances.

Shellac was fucking Shellac. Shellac ruled. It was Shellac. Damn.

The Breeders were five kinds of fun. Not the Pixies, and they never will be the Pixies, but once I got past that it was solid pop. And hey, it was super neat to see 90's alt-rock staple "Cannonball".

Explosions in the Sky were every bit as cathartic as they are on record. Yeah, I could pan them a bit for being one-dimensional, but when it's as powerful as this, who cares? Even I think I'm a pretentious douche for bringing that up.

Sonic Youth aptly made up for their Eternal-heavy set from last time I saw them by busting out a setlist I only could've dreamed up. "Candle", "Hey Joni", "'Cross the Breeze", "Eric's Trip", "Cross the Breeze", "Stereo Sanctity", "Catholic Block", "Expressway to Yr Skull", "Death Valley -69", and more but you get the idea, this was perfect. Screaming fields of Sonic Love indeed.

NOW, BUILD YOUR OWN SUNN O))) & BORIS REVIEW:
Opening:

• "I had always heard that Sunn O))) were best experienced live..."
• "The lights dimmed, smoke filled the stage, and the Hooded Ones began to..."
• "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW"

Overwritten metaphor/quasi-genrefication:

• "Searing tarpit sludge assault"
• "Pangaea tearing itself apart"
• "Cosmic funeral dirge"
• "BRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIWWWWWWWWWWWW"

Conclusion:

• "Transcendental; a truly euphoric performance"
• "Merely describing it as a 'concert' doesn't do the band justice..."
• "GUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNN"

I know you've read about Sunn O))) before. Yeah, it might have actually been a few of those things, but goddamn does the fetishization of this band in music criticism get a bit long in the tooth.

So yeah, all in all, 10/10. Great show. Check it out. You should've been there.

"CHAOS... REIGNS..."

I'VE BEEN BUSY, OK?

But with like, actual things, not the nonethings that tend to keep me away. Most noteworthy of which was attending All Tomorrow's Parties, which was fantastic and might warrant a write-up. Also, that whole Antichrist movie, I dunno what to make of it. I want to like it, what with all the incredibly moody atmospheric touches and bizarre torture (which may have trumped August Underground in my books for "most disturbing genital mutilation"), but at other times it borders on ridiculous and awkwardly "artsy". Worth a watch, though.


Something to check out right now: Silber is putting out a wicked cool webzine called QRD, which is basically the guitar nerd equivalent of "Dear Penthouse..." as some of the more innovative musicians out there (folks from Melt-Banana, Master Musicians of Bukkake, Tera Melos, etc) talk about their techniques, tricks, and, most importantly, their gear. Hop on it.

Things in the pipeline: Sleep In, America Addio, Kissing Club, etc.

Terrageist

Fielded - Another Time

A new track by [Lindsay] Fielded found its way into my mailbox the other day and hot damn does it not tickle the little soft spot I have for slightly left-field female vocalists with minor reverb fetishes (Zola Jesus, Terror Bird, Pocahaunted, No Art, et al.) Really, the female voice, in the right context, can have this sort of spectral quality that you can't get from that other sex. You know, that sort of menacing gentleness that would otherwise be just plain ol' menacing? Yeah, yeah.

Anyway, that Zola Jesus name drop is a good start: Fielded has the same sort of incredibly strong voice, only instead of love-lorn goth balladry its a bit less bleak, albeit with the same super warm, full synth lines. Ya dig? "Another Time" also locks into a faux-tribal tom groove and builds and builds on that with palm-muted guitar chugging (but not that nu-death sort of heavy chug chug chug) and more spot-on keyboard augmentations. Lush, full, strangely catchy, check it out.

The new Fielded album, Terrageist, is out on Catholic Tapes, so give them a shout if you want it - cassette limited to 100.

Fielded on MySpace

You looked like a religious man

Yeah, "electronic side-project from a metal musician" is a tough sell - with no thanks to Dauði Baldrs or whatever the fuck it is that Mortiis does - but thankfully, what Inachus sets out to accomplish isn't just a sloppy attempt at "dark atmosphere" but instead is a group of songs and sketches of ideas from Oceanus's bassist, Rob Honey.

Really, there's nothing "metal" about Inachus, despite the fact that, apparently, some of these ideas could potentially be worked into Oceanus material. Rather, it's all in the downtempo/ambient vein, and respectfully ambient at that, with the 7 tracks clocking in at a breezy 22 minutes instead of relying on their sheer undeniable girth to become "atmospheric" because, really, what doesn't create an atmosphere when you're subjected to it for 12 minutes at a time? But I digress. Ahem.

The EP is incredibly coherent despite the album info making it sound like a bit of an odds & ends affair, with dreamy reversed synth work fluttering about and tying together tracks along with the smart use of samples giving the work a distinct feel. The album works best when this all comes together, like in the gorgeous opener "I Stared Into the Sun" or when "Memento Mori" finally brings all its elements together. The rest of the pieces are shorter and, appropriately, contain smaller ideas, but all work together fantastically. Hell, I think "flow" is the word of the day here, because this is really smooth as hell and I feel like I should stop there before it sounds like I'm talking about more about a crisp Stella on draught, but it really is sublime how the last three songs work together, and not unlike that Belgian slice of golden heaven, you barely realize each one passing until it's too late and you're half in the bag the album's over. The pulsing, distant piano of "As The River Grew" sneaks up and blossoms right before your eyes in "Three" before folding back and snaking away in [the oh so aptly named] "A Logical Conclusion".

Download the entire EP.

And, as always, if you dig it, buy yourself a copy. Limited CDr with bonus tracks. You know you love that kinda stuff.

www.myspace.com/inachusuk

Seeding the clouds

Right off the bat, Whitesand/Badlands are a band that I'm going to get along with [ideologically]. Their debut double-LP is limited to 250 copies at a cool $20 (post paid), which immediately sends a couple of messages: first and foremost, they care about music as an art, and two, obviously put out a product they have to be proud of, because pressing vinyl - especially independently - does not come cheap or easy. You can also download this at high quality in a pay-what-you-can set-up where that 'what-you-can' becomes discounted from the price of the vinyl, should you choose to buy the physical record after loving it digitally. Which you will.

Like I said, putting out vinyl independently shows both dedication and pride in a piece of music, and Seeding the Clouds is such a fantastic piece that certainly deserves proper release like that. It brilliantly straddles genres or outright draws-and-quarters them as it sees fit, taking an overarching, dense shoegaze aesthetic and drenching it in beautiful natural reverb, ably throwing in vaguely post-rock complexities and elsewhere taking a kitchen-sink approach, like the heavy, doomy break towards the end of "Whale Song".

What really makes this album special is its albumness, it's natural flow and unified feel as an album, which is becoming an increasingly rare art form. Moreover, its an incredibly nuanced set of songs; you remember how your first spin of Loveless went, don't you? It's very much like that: at first, it's a one-dimensional blur of a daydream but one that begins to open up if its given proper attention, when the ghostly male/female vocals begin to coalesce and the riffs really begin to emerge through the vast space of this record and begin to sort of make a bit of sense (but not too much, not enough sense to lose it's spectral appeal).

So if you're going to come looking for choruses and climaxes and things all-together obvious then yeah, look somewhere else. You're not one of the 250 people this album was made for. But if you're the sort of person who is going to put into an album as much thought as the artists did, then you'll be plenty satisfied when the end of "Witch Hunting" pokes its head through the smoke or when "Brandspeakeasy" lures you in with its almost-nonsensically murky opening and then pulls your farther than you thought it ever could.



Whitesand/Badlands - Brandspeakeasy

Download/buy the album here.

Minor vacationing

Hey folks, you know how summer is, don'tcha? I've been busy, and for the next week I am actually out of town, so if I promised to post your stuff, I apologize sincerely and will be putting it up ASAP. Really.

Lots of super neat updates comin' at ya. Check back on Thursday, and then maybe Tuesday. Then things should get back to my loosely established "normal".