Sunday, June 24, 2007




UGLY THINGS #25

Every time there's a new issue of Ugly Things on the stands (that's about once or twice a year), I get all excited, race out and immediately buy it and yet, more and more, I find myself filing it away months later w/ large chunks of it unread. Jay wrote about his problems w/ the mag in Agony Shorthand a year or two ago, and I must admit my sentiment echoes his to a degree. My main beef w/ UT, if there is any (and believe me, it's still the finest underground mag being published today), lies w/ its indepth "cover story" pieces which tend to run for 30-odd pages. There was the Misunderstood epic which ran for four issues (#19-23) a while ago and probably clocked up 120 pages (of which I probably read 10 pages at most), and this time around we have a 30-page exposé on the Music Machine. I like their "Talk Talk" song just fine, and I bet there's a bunch of other material from them I'm yet to hear which rocks socks off, but I don't need the no-holds-barred story right from the cradle to the grave. I'm not knocking it - if you're a MM fanatic you'd probably cherish this issue like a sacred text - but for anyone else, it's a bore, and I'd be quite curious to know the percentage of UT's readership who do actually slog their way right through such interminable texts from A to Z.

UT is much better when they keep the pieces to a sane and digestible length: the article/interview with the great Jon Savage is a highlight (now there's a subject I could've handled 30 pages of), as are the articles on the origins of the Kingsmen's version of "Louie Louie" and Radio Birdman (on their first US tour), and I even found myself glued to the Rubber City Rebels piece, even though I'm willing to bet their still-unheard-by-me combination of '70s punk, hard rock, skinny-tie New Wave and midwestern bar-band buffoonery likely wouldn't budge me an inch (except to maybe take the needle off). And then you have the "footnote" bands, as some may call them: exposés on the likes of Freedom's Children, The Light, The Attack, The Namelosers and more. You know 'em? Me neither, but I can't fault nice-guy editor Mike Stax for giving us the juice, since I've always believed the role of the fanzine to be, to use such fire and brimstone terms, to convert heathens. Before I drop dead, I promise to at least hear one track a piece by all of the above.

You've got your usual smorgasboard of DVD/book/record reviews, all of which cut the mustard in a fairly no-nonsense manner, except for the fact that I do not need to read anyone's opinion on Pet Sounds ever again, nor do I really care to read about differences in audio subtleties regarding mono and stereo version of various '60s gems.

The only article which stuck in my craw (in a bad way) was Johan "The Record's In The Mail" Kugelberg's Times Ain't Like They Used To Be: Good Records From The Suck Years 1983- '97, which is mostly a load of horn-tooting for various records Kugelberg had a hand in releasing (like Thomas Jefferson Slave Apartments, indeed a very good band), as well as some raves for the likes of feedtime, The Mummies, Gories, Zip Code Rapists, the totally over-rated Chain Gang and others. There were many great records released in this "lame" period in history, and I find it baffling that Kugelberg insists on attempting to rewrite his own history nearly every issue of UT, bagging many of his former faves like a jilted lover. OK, Big Black sucked and I wouldn't touch 99% of that misanthropic, collegiate, school-of-'88 "pigfuck" music with a very long pole in the year 2007, but big deal, I don't feel a need to tell everyone about it every second paragraph! Kugelberg is far more grating than he is entertaining.

It's 226 pages, it's a labour of love and it probably stands as the last great, regularly-produced professional "fanzine" in the 21st century. Mike Stax seems like a hell of a guy who never peppers his pages (outside of Kugelberg's rants) with mean-spiritedness and bitterness: it's always about The Music. For that I salute him.

OTHER GREATNESS:

1) Ethiopiques Volume 21: Emahoy Tsegué-Maryam Guébrou - Piano Solo CD (Buda Musique)

The Ethiopiques series' latest offering, and one of their best, and since I blew a wad of cash on every single title in the series a couple of years back, I can actually make such a remark with a grain of authority. I'll still state my faves as being volumes 4 and 14 (that's Mulatu Astatke's cosmic lounge-jazz and Getatchew Mekurya's Ayleresque blurts, respectively), but this one has thrown such a musical curve ball and succeeded so tremendously, I may just rank it a third place. I originally heard this described as "Ethiopian boogie woogie" from yesteryear, a description which, quite frankly, frightened me. Now, I'm a pretty liberal guy and keep an ear open to just about any genre of sound there is, hoping to sort wheat from chaff, but boogie-woogie piano music: now there is a music form which bores me. This is not it. For one, Emahoy Tsegué-Maryam Guébrou (boy, say that five times fast) is a woman, and an Ethiopian Jew at that. Her music consists of solo piano pieces of a plaintive, quiet variety, certainly not unlike Debussy or Satie. Except this is much more than mere furniture music. Any fan of the Ethiopiques will need, crave and enjoy this bookend (thus far) to the series.

2) TONY ALLEN - Jealousy/Progress/No Accomodation For Lagos/No Discrimination CDs (Afrostrut)

These four albums come (or came) as 2CD packs w/ two albums a piece. Luckily for various folks in Melbourne, roughly seven years ago, their Australian distributor (I'll assume) was so overstocked they dumped them throughout Melbourne, and I wound up purchasing both of these for $3.99 each. That's approx. $2 an album. Not bad. When such a bargain confronts you, you can only do one thing: purchase for yourself and friends, which is what I did. As was the case when Warners dumped a truckload of the Boredoms' Vision Creation Newsun CD all over town 5 years back for a ha'penny a piece, I gobbled up a bunch of 'em and gave 'em away to friends. This is not only because I'm a helluva nice guy, but because such fine music is to be heard, not dumped. Which brings me to Tony Allen. He was Fela Kuti's drummer for many years and cut these fine, fine, fine albums in the '70s. Not straying too far from the Fela formula of finding a cool, funkified Afrobeat riff and driving it into the ground, Allen's discs from the period have a bit more room to breathe, as his line-up of musicians was much more sparse (which, of course, wouldn't be hard) and the music not so clogged. Of course I love the way Fela crammed a dozen musicians into every single track, but Allen's similarly-minded LPs make for a nice change of scenery, if not pace.

3) DAD THEY BROKE ME - Lack CDEP (Missing Link)

And now for something completely different. When I was given this CD by one of the ML crew a few weeks back, I was thankful for the freebie, but to be honest, I expected to play it once or twice, file it away and maybe forget about it. Such is not the case. DTBM are a local outfit friends of mine swear to me I have witnessed live in the flesh (during my debaucherous pre-parental phase), though I can only assume that my levels of intoxication at said times blocked out the experience. Now that my lifetsyle has been somewhat tempered for the better (for everyone involved), I may just have to see them again, if only to, you know, actually appreciate them. The press blurb for this rattles on about the Birthday Party and the Swans and Anal Cunt and all manner of things. I hear a bit here and there, but mostly what I hear is a hugely layered cake of guitar distortion and a bottom end heavy enough to sink a ship. The production on this is quite fucking impressive, I must say. DTBM play roughly two paces: very fast and very slow. The singer sounds like he's torn his throat up gargling safety pins. The band keeps it loose and swinging. The judge's verdict is in: this is pretty hot - DTBM play a very messed-up rock just the way I like it.

Saturday, June 16, 2007




VILE CHERUBS - The Man Who Has No Eats Has No Sweats CD (Afterburn/2007)

I'm usually loathe to mention or review the efforts of good friends, but this time I'm making an exception. I've been waiting an age for this to see the light of day, and whaddya know, it took a goddamn Australian to take the leap and get the recorded works of DC's Vile Cherubs back in print.

A couple of years back, on this very blog, I mentioned the short-lived early-'90s fanzine by the name of Boo Boo. I have one issue (the first... were there any others?) and it has an ad on the back page for a CD by the band on White Heap Records which makes references to Half Japanese and Pere Ubu. Sounded at the time (1993) like something way up my alley, but I never found it, time faded the memory and my thirst to hunt the release in question down withered.

Skip to 2007 and my old pal Scotti (of Au-go-go/Missing Link/Resistant Harmony/Roxus infamy) has issued this CD, which comprises of 9 studio tracks which ( I assume) are taken from that White Heap release as well as some from their lone 1988 LP on Dischord(!!). Chuck in 5 previously unavailable numbers and you have yourself a winner.

Who were the Vile Cherubs? A bunch of DC oddballs - a bit like Unrest or No Trend, I guess - who didn't quite fit the standard Dischord post-hardcore mold, a status which has resigned them to being a footnote in history for many, but as a man who loves footnotes, I say they were a band worth lending an ear to. Featuring future members of Circus Lupus (a band whose debut 7" I still have lying under a pile of crap around here somewhere), Capitol City Dusters and turgid monkeys like Nation Of Ulysses and The Fucking Champs (that's Tim Green), they admitted such influences as '60s psych and '70s art/prog rock - neither of which were probably big turntable faves for the DC baldies of the period - though whatever their alleged influences were, to me their sound comes across as a combo of DC post-HC a la Rites Of Spring w/ a heavy dollop of Brit post-punk, especially the gloom and guitar textures of Joy Division and the fuck-about rambunctiousness of the Swell Maps. Most definitely the latter.

A great mix it is, with some neat hooks and whallops of psych guitar damage. Whack on track 8, the epic "Never A Man", and you'll be convinced. It's limited, it's in a swish digipak w/ info and flyers galore and it don't sound a thing like Pere Ubu or Half Japanese. But you should get it anyway.



BL'AST! - Take The Manic Ride CD (SST/1989)

Aww, come on, it musta been at least 2 or 3 weeks since I last mentioned an SST release, and the mighty Bl'ast! (don't forget the apostrophe and exclamation mark!) are always good for a hoot and a holler. Much like SWA, I get a feeling that Bl'ast! are considered a joke band more than anything one would really want to sit down and listen to for real. Fact is, if you believe Henry Rollins' side of things, Bl'ast! were considered a joke band by even Black Flag themselves when they first played w/ them, as Hank noted in Get In The Van. Ginn and co. apparently guffawed at the band's blatant theft of 'Flag's look and sound, right down to Bl'ast!'s see-through drum kit and guitars and emotion-packed performance. Actually, my bro and I used to laugh our ass off at photos of Bl'ast! from fanzines back in the '80s, as it seemed like every single shot of the band had to be one bursting w/ such intensity it looked like a member was going to burst a blood vessel. And these were live shots w/ the band donning Gone and SWA t-shirts!

OK, so it's 2007, and the question is: are Bl'ast! worth giving the time of day to? That's a big YES from me. They released 3 albums back in the day: 1986's The Power Of Expression, '87's It's In My Blood and this, their '89 swansong, which is probably my fave. If you check out their Wikipedia entry, you'll not only discover that the band actually formed waaaay back in 1977 as M.A.D. (Mutually Assured Destruction... aaah, the old three-initial HC trick) you'll also learn that the band began "dabbling in funk" soon after the release of Take The Manic Ride, though thankfully we were all spared any recorded documentations of such experiments. For their 3 SST albums, their sound keeps to a fairly basic formula: take the heavy-duty punk/rock sounds of 'Flag ca. Damaged/My War/Slip It In/In My Head and attempt to construct your own songs around said formula. Then add lyrics concerning personal pain, anguish and betrayal. Stir, bake and serve. Hey, I'll give 'em this: it's a good formula. Like the 'Flag, Bl'ast! knew the art of the swing. They never "thrashed" but instead gave every song the classic tension/release signature: build it up and bring it down then build it up again. Take The Manic Ride gets a bit more proggy in its structures - some guy in his Amazon review compares this to Voivod and King Crimson - which I guess means the band was taking the logical musical route from Damaged and My War right on through to Family Man's prog-damaged instrumental B-side cuts and various Gone platters.

The band actually reformed briefly in 2001 for a series of shows - I have an issue of Heartattack fanzine (oh, the shame!) from the time w/ them on the cover - though it looks like they've called it quits again. Giving these three a spin in recent weeks, I'll throw in this opinion: Bl'ast! made some of the better American hardcore punk albums of the latter half of the '80s. I mean, was there any competition?

Thursday, June 14, 2007





CURRENT 93


Here's another one worthy of a revisit. Much like Nurse With Wound - and you should know by now that both bands tend to share the membership of David Tibet/Michael and Steven Stapleton; NWW being Stapleton's baby and C93 Tibet's - Current 93 were a band I was a great fan of in the '90s and, come to think of it, not much has changed: I remain a fan.

NWW's catalogue has stylistically jumped all over the place, but you could generically pinpoint it under one, simple banner: experimental. It may rock, it may roll, it may do nothing of the sort; it is but one thing: experimental music. Current 93? Anyone who knows anything about the "band" could quite easily state that there are two distinct phases in their sound: the "industrial" period in the early '80s, when Tibet and co. were churning out a kind of ritualistic post-Throbbing Gristle grime, and their "acid folk" phase which started w/ '88's Earth Covers Earth LP and has pretty much continued along such a vein - give or take the odd detour - ever since.

Influenced by the sounds of '60s/'70s maypole-dancers like the Incredible String Band, Comus and Shirley Collins, as well as the baroque acoustic-based psych of Love's Forever Changes, Tibet and co. took a radical detour from their previous path, donned guitars and loud outfits and spoke of faeries, elves and other such wonders. Now, your tolerance/fandom for Current 93 is very much based on whether you care to hear grown-ups sing of such things in a completely non-ironic manner, as well as your personal tolerance for God-botherers (Tibet being a major one, though his actual religious denomination, which appears to be part Buddhist, part Catholic, remains a mystery to a disinterested and unconvinced agnostic such as myself). But if you can get past the lyrical pretentions and occasionally grating vocal gymnastics, you'll find a vast treasure of music in their catalogue. Again, much like Nurse With Wound, I haven't bothered with anything they've done since 2003, and I think the reason for this really lays in the fact that at the time I was co-running a distribution company w/ a friend from Sydney and storing all the wares in my house. One of the labels we were selling was the now-defunct World Serpent family of labels, which handled all Current 93 and Nurse With Wound product. I was up to my armpits in the stuff (literally), listened to the entire catalogues of both artists and basically OD'd on the lot of 'em.

Well, I've had my break, I'm back for more, and I'll tell you my fave three Current 93 platters. First and foremost is 1992's Thunder Perfect Mind, their psych-folk magnum opus, a disc I hold in such high regard I did place it in my Top 100. Secondly is their Earth Covers Earth LP I mentioned before, their first, magnificent foray into acoustic sounds, totally drenched in faeryland weirdness of a very listenable variety. And lastly, I'll take 1994's Of Ruine Or Some Blazing Starre, which basically follows the continuum and trail which both previously mentioned albums blazed. Big-time "indie" (which, actually, I don't think it really is) label Sanctuary released 2CD Best Ofs by both C93 and NWW a couple of years back - neither of which I've investigated - but for a C93 neophyte who wants to investigate the primo material from the early '80s through to the early '90s, I would certainly recommend their Emblems 2CD, a very neat comp' covering the period. Current 93 and Mr. Tibet (or Michael, as he has now reverted to) are still very active, releasing records and playing concerts, even attracting big-time fans and collaborators such as Nick Cave and Will Oldham, so it's nice to see the guy doesn't have to work a real day job to keep a roof over his head. It's a thumbs-up from me... and you?

Wednesday, June 13, 2007



NURSE WITH WOUND

Anyone with me here? I was up to my eyeballs in NWW back in the '90s and kept up the pace 'til about 2003 or so, but have slacked off in recent years for no other reason except, well, I guess there's a thousand other musical avenues worth exploring, too, and I had/have the feeling that 20-odd NWW discs was enough to keep me satisfied for at least half a lifetime. Steven Stapleton, aka Nurse With Wound, managed to keep a fairly subterranean profile for nigh on 20 years, or at least until The Wire put him on the front cover of their magazine in 1997, with a story by David Keenan, and next thing you knew the guy was the pin-up boy for esoteric music geeks the world over. The NWW "list" - the list of musical influences Stapleton displayed on the inside sleeve of their debut LP, Chance Meeting On A Dissecting Table Of A Sewing Machine And An Umbrella - is so legendary amongst collector-dork circles you could Google it right now and find at least half-a-dozen web sites dedicated to its artists, Best Ofs, fake entries, omissions, etc. Fact is, I've been known to debate its merits myself (fancy that!), such as: Steven, why so Eurocentric? How on earth could you not list Sun Ra or Cecil Taylor?

I haven't purchased any NWW since '03, though I've been giving some of the old faves a spin and I've narrowed his best efforts (at least out of the albums I own) down to: 1986's Spiral Insana (the best, and probably should've been listed in my Top 100 a little while ago); 1996's Who Can I Turn To Stereo; and 1999's An Awkward Pause. The first possesses a creaking ambience which never shifts, and whilst it doesn't exactly explore many different areas of sound, the terrain it travels is note-perfect. The second is from NWW's supposed "sell-out" period from the mid '90s, when hardcore noiseniks thought Stapleton had gone soft by daring to put a goddamn tune or two on his records (the cheek!), though for my money the ethno-trance-rock shenanigans he was indulging in at the time sure beats the cut-up/tape fuckery of his more difficult works. And the latter, An Awkward Pause, is a full-blown "rock" album w/ David Tibet on vocals that sees the NWW moniker quite seriously "rocking it" like Stapleton is living his teenage dreams of having joined Guru Guru or Ash Ra Temple in a Berlin nightclub. It is pulled off with such aplomb it still has me wondering why he hasn't indulged further w/ the idea of making NWW a full-blown krautrock tribute act for a few discs more. I'd buy 'em!

Stapleton is still active playing music and creating his art on his farm in Ireland, and has even taken to playing the odd live gig the last year or two, something he didn't do for 20 years or so. There's also that hip-hop album he keeps on threatening to release... Hmmm... the guy's in his 50s now, still going strong, has a healthy back catalogue which still brings me joy, and for that I raise my glass! Anyone with me?

Sunday, June 10, 2007





ROBERT WYATT - End Of An Ear LP (CBS/1970)


I'm cheating here: I don't own the LP of this, just a mid-priced CD version I bought in New York in '99. On a Wyatt kick again, a guy I visit every six months or so for a fix. I raved on about him at length here, and don't really have the inclination to give a beginer's guide all over again. Suffice to say, there aren't too many records the guy's appeared on which aren't terrific, whether it's solo, with Soft Machine, Matching Mole or appearing on discs by the likes of Eno, Raincoats or Scritti Politti. End Of An Ear was his very first solo album, originally released in 1970, and it bridges the gap between his years in Soft Machine and Matching Mole. It's also the most experimental (though not the best; for me that's '85's Old Rottenhat) platter he ever released.


I was planning on keeping this short and sweet; you know, throw in a couple of comparisons, a recommendation and call it quits, and having just read Thom Jurek's unbelievably detailed yet well-written analysis at All Music Guide, I think I'll throw a couple of his sentences in for good measure. He goes:


"The titles reveal how personal the nature of these sound experiments can be. Wyatt, because of his association with many in the Canterbury scene, not the least of which is SM mate Elton Dean who prominently appears here, was learning alternate structures and syntax for harmony, as well as the myriad ways rhythm could play counterpoint to them in their own language. The interplay between Wyatt, bassist Neville Whitehead, cornet player Marc Charig, and alto man Dean on "To Nick Everyone" is astonishing. Wyatt creates time from the horn lines and then alters it according to Whitehead's counterpoint both to the formal line and the improvisations. Toward the end of the track, Wyatt's piano is dubbed in and he reveals just how expansive he views this new harmonic approach. The piano becomes a percussion instrument purely, a timekeeper in accordance with the bass, and the drums become counterpoint — in quadruple time — to everyone else in the band."


Umm... did ya get all that? I'll dumb it down a tad: Wyatt, at this juncture of his career, was traversing similar ground to that of the likes of Can, Tim Buckley, John Martyn and Miles Davis. All very different artists, of course, but all of whom were taking inspiration from avant-garde electronics (Stockhausen), free jazz (Ornette, Cecil Taylor), modern composition (Ligeti, Penderecki) and various world music found on labels like Folkways and Nonesuch Explorer. Miles and Can formulated a unique brand of cosmic funk; Buckley and Martyn augmented their vocal histrionics w/ excursions into dub, free jazz and various worldly influences. End Of An Ear doesn't delve into dub or other-worldly folk sounds; it's much more along the lines of '70s Miles or Tago Mago-period Can, a mixture of free jazz and what sound like tape cut-ups, musique concret and electronic studio trickery. It's a heady brew and a pretty "far-out" disc for its time, one which probably sold diddly-squat but was hep enough for the heads to give it a cult following which still continues today. Well worth the bother, of course.


Sunday, June 03, 2007

IF YOU HAPPEN TO BE IN THE AREA...

TEN EAST, the band responsible for the best rock album of 2006, Extraterrestrial Highway, are on tour throughout central Europe as I write this. With a line-up as listed below, only a fool would pass up the opportunity to catch this truly, uh, "super" group live in the flesh.

TOUR DATES:

04.06 Wien, Vienna Arena
05.06 Geneve, L´Usine
09.06 Leuven, Sojo
10.06 Hamburg, Hafenklang
11.06 Berlin, Pirates Cove
12.06 Osnabrück, Bastard
13.06 Köln, Underground
14.06 Jena, Rosenkeller
16.06 Party w/ Hypnos 69

TOURING LINE UP:

GARY ARCE-GUITAR
GREG GINN-BASS
BILL STINSON-DRUMS
STEVEN HOUTMEYERS-GUITAR

Saturday, June 02, 2007

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NAKED RAYGUN - Understand? LP (Caroline/1989)


What's the verdict on Naked Raygun at this stage of the game? I'm giving them an A-, which means I dig 'em a whole lot. Though not in the supremo A-grade league of obvious contenders Black Flag, Bad Brains or Minor Threat, NR released some mighty discs back in the day, and this one remains my fave. That verdict usually stumps many 'Raygun fans, since many of them didn't dig this a whole lot when it first came out. Criticised heavily for its slick sound and occasionally leaden tempos, many considered it a whitewash. Au contrare!

Sure, I'll admit the production is a bit cleaner than need be (a friend thinks this sounds like "a punk-rock Boston"), and the guitar is almost entirely washed out in a couple of tracks, it's the songs, my friend, the songs w/ the trademark killer NR hooks which make it a winner. In fact, as I browse the back cover, I've mentally noted the fact that there is not a single song on Understand? which remotely approximates a dud. Every tracks possesses that great '80s Angloid Chi-town combo of HC aggression and Brit-influenced vocal enunciation and football-club chorus chant. One of the first American HC bands to mix up their US of A roots with a few moves copped from old Joy Division and Gang Of Four platters, NR were the toast of the town for many a folk back in the '80s, praised to the skies by Albini and his posse, then they kinda sunk from trace after they called it quits.

Touch and Go has the done the public a great service in getting all their catalogue back in print, so you can once again witness and behold the great winning streak of releases the band had in the '80s: Throb Throb, All Rise, Jettison and Understand?. Not bad at all...

ENDNOTE: Naked Raygun neglected? Maybe not. Or perhaps they're just seen as hometown heroes these days. According to this video, the band sold out a 4,000-seat venue two nights in a row last year in Chicago, something they likely could never have accomplished during their peak 20-odd years ago.

OTHER GOODIES...

1) YARDBIRDS - Roger The Engineer 2CD (Repertoire)

New 2-CD version featuring both mono and stereo versions of this killer. A trainspotter's delight, but it's a cool package nonetheless. Now, I must admit confusion... what is the deal with Roger The Engineer and Over Under Sideways Down? Are they different albums? If so, ummm, why do they both appear to have the same songs?

2) MAURICE MCINTYRE - Humility In The Light Of Creator CD (Delmark)

Supremo 1969 blowout from this AACM horn-honker, with the Art Ensemble's Malachi Favors on bass. Gonzo vocalese + cosmic percussion = a good time for all.

3) VARIOUS - Back To Peru: The Most Complete Compilation Of Peruvian Underground 64-74 CD (Vampisoul)

This one's definitely worthy of a full-fledged review one of these days. There is only one description necessary for this collection: "a Peruvian Nuggets" will suffice. An unbelievably excellent and consistent and excellently consistent blend of freak beat, psychedelic soul, weird exotica-tinged garage rock and heavy guitar jamming all on one shiny disc.

4) OVERPASS - Manhattan (Beach) CD (Smells Like)

A belated purchase of this ex-Slovenly band's 1995 album, produced by the Red Krayola's Mayo Thompson. Sound-wise, it's like a mixture of Red Krayola's Soldier Talk LP (all scratchy guitar seperated from the hot rhythm section), early '80s Lou Reed (both vocally and with the Quine-like guitar workouts) and Thinking Of Empire period-Slovenly. To be dug.

5) THROBBING GRISTLE - Part Two: Endless Not CD (Mute)

Well, a couple of listens to this 2007 release has at least proved the fact that Throbbing Gristle recording once again after a very long break has been more fruitful than in regards to the Stooges. Time has caught up w/ Genesis and the gang, and with all due credit for their pioneering work back in the day, a lot of this sounds like it could've come from a recent Wolf Eyes CD. Then again, we all knows who's ripping off who, and if this was from a Wolf Eyes CD, I'd have to credit the band for creating a tasty brew of misanthropic electro-noise spuzz. One of the better releases of 2007 thus far, that's for sure.


Friday, June 01, 2007



The new issue of Perfect Sound Forever is up and it features my interview w/ veteran good-guy and all-round r 'n' r legend, Chuck Dukowski. Check it out!