Monday, February 26
That is one crunching second song. Feast your ears on this one.
Rickie Lee Jones - Ghostyhead
She's a self reinventer of sorts that completely took me by surprise with this one. Exquisite, wafting, joint-infused, organic-electronic, meanderings that reek of a facetiously muddled America suburban street during the day and during the night. Road kill is a killer.
Bjork - Homogenic
Yes, I am obssessed with the woman ... I have every album and every DVD that doesn't cost more than a weeks worth of pay ... so in defence of my obssession I will say that this lady is the MOST important recording artist of the modern era. The word 'artist' is probably more apt in Bjork's case than in any other musician breathing today. The beats and the accordian, the lyricism, the iconographic cover and the visuals that are associated with this music are as epic as the landscape that inspired it. The volcanoes of Iceland don't match up to the emotional value of Five Years or Immature.
This is your Captain Speaking - Storyboard
ah, there are times where I can't get this music out of my head ... Weathered is exquisite! widescreen, 38mm and epic. Notoriously hard to come by but if you search hard enough you might find one in Europa.
Mick Turner - Moth
Solo project of the unique guitarist from the Dirty Three. A half-finished collection of melodic fragments that sound as though they were washed ashore from Bass Strait, or collecting dust in a sepia cottage. Using loop pedals and a sense of melancholy, Turner created a world that has never been heard before and probably won't be heard again. I can't write the word unique enough times.
Steve Reich - Electric Counterpoint/Different Trains
Amplified Guitar soloist and tape, or guitar ensemble. Electric counterpoint is bloody awesome stuff! The different layers over the shift over each other in a seamless work of blimmin' art from one of the original masters of the recorded/live combination.
Augie March - Sunset Studies
Tim Rogers once wrote of this album that he loved the lyrics of this album but he had no fucking idea what they were talking about. Glenn Richards' words tumble over us with a mesmeresmic quality that can't be boiled down to a nutshell-paragraph. They won the triple J hottest 100 with a song recently but their backlog is far more worth a gander than your average bunch of Aussie geezers ... highly recommended.
The necks - Atheneaum, Homebush, Quay & Raab
4 CDs, each filled with 50 minutes of continuous hyponosis of gradually shifting pseudo-minimalistic improvisation by three of Australia's greatest musician ... lie-on-your-back-in-awe-next-to-the-speakers music.
Because of Ghosts - No more reason, no more doubt
Music that shouts out with bloody urgency that post-rock is dead. Moody and birthed from the stuff of Winter delirium. Living in the desert I'd forgotten what cities felt like till this disc slid into my ear-holes. They recently released The tomorrow we were promised yesterday, but, like Harry Potter, start at the first tome.
Rockettothesky - To sing you apple trees
Debut album by Oslo artist, with gorgeous production, who treats every piece of sound like it's one of her own limbs ... in fact, I reckon Jen Hval is a little obssessed with body parts - visceral and surprising, a bloody diamond in the rough.
(Bias disclaimer - she's a friend ... perhaps not objective, but I reckon her music will spread across the globe for fucking good reasons very soon my good reader)
Laurie Anderson - Big Science
Man, she had it all over anyone else from 1980! This album is unbelievable. Any exploratory musician should mandatorily acquire this LP in any and every blimmin' way possible! Amazing fact number one - O Superman (the album's most strikingly beautiful song) was in the top 40 despite it's use of a synth-vocal counterpoint and pleasantly vocoded sentiments that evoke the crimes of the all-powerful.
Tuesday, February 20
Alice Springs recently voted to Not be a nuclear free town … isn’t that fan-friggin’-tastic news.
Time for us to leave I reckon … I was looking at this map that I have below that I stole from somewhere but can’t remember where from … and that map shows how close the deposits at Pamela and Angela, Orange Creek should really be called Yellow Creek. And they’re only 2-3 k’s away from East Side … and they’ll soon be trucking into town and getting shipped off to Johnny’s enrichment plant somewhere else and then taken to France and fuck knows where else to get turned into toxic shit that is nothing but poison … why not leave the yellow cake caked by the sun in the ground and solar panel Alice Springs instead of spending 20 million dollars moving the noise-making fossil-fuel run power plant. Why is it that non-consuming, cheap methods of creating power are canned because they don’t keep the economy going … why is the solar-water-heating system on my roof not connected and we’re paying ridiculous amounts of money to pay for the electric system which uses up fuel in the noisy power site that will cost 20 million dollars to move because it bothers the rich people who live near the golf-course that requires amazing amounts of water to keep it green in this ridiculously sunny capital of Central Australia that doesn’t use solar power!!!!!!
There … that’s out of my system. Not much else in the way of news but I thought I’d direct your attention to a couple of facts …
1 – I have no news.
2 – I have attempted to embark upon a quest to write about nothing whist making reference to many things that might perhaps be construed as news items … but alas I am not a journalist.
3 – I bought that Pivot album because I once or twice met Richard Pike when he went out with a friend of mine in Sydney and I was curious about his music … his brother Lawrence Pike is a bloody guru on the drums … I witnessed his prowess once at the Excelsior Hotel at one of those JazzGroove nights in my city-bound days and thought so then. It seems he is able to turn his hand to rock grooves … though of course they aren’t as groovy as his jazz-grooves or organic but they are the root from which the intensity of Pivot grows from.
Monday, February 12
... perhaps real estate might suit him better,
perhaps the boom-dude for a situation comedy on the tele.
whatever he does he will put his full concentrication into it.
any suggestions then leave a massage and rub your teary eyes ... and thanks be to you for glistening.