Fuzzed, flanged fusion fireballs, blowing shit up! Mentioned last list in our review of Gary Smith and Aufgehoben No Process's distorted death match "Magnetic Mountain", here's the Glass Cage cd: the instrumental improv trio of guitarist Smith, former Soft Machine bassist Hugh Hopper, and famed Japanese free jazz/rock percussionist Shoji Hano (you might know from collaborations with Keiji Haino, or his stint drumming with Nanjo Asahito's High Rise). The family tree that brought these three together must have some tangled roots indeed, but we're glad they found each other (actually, Smith and Hano have played together before, in a trio with Nanjo in fact, and presumably Hopper and Smith know each other from the UK avant-garde scene). The music they play is chaotic, but beautiful; noodly, but heavy (Hopper's thick fuzz bass sounds like that of the Ruins circa "Stonehenge"). Smith's "stereo" guitar veers wildly though the flak thrown about by the Hopper-Hano rhythm section. "Out" rock enthusiasts, like Nels Cline fans for instance, ought to investigate. Earplugs required.
*Acid Mothers Temple alert* *Acid Mothers Temple alert* *Acid Mothers Temple alert*
Spacey, swirling, not-un-heavy trip-out rock jamming from some dudes who really know how to do that sort of thing, since some of 'em are members of Japan's Acid Mothers Temple, including the bearded one himself, guitar guru Kawabata Makoto! Higashi Hiroshi from AMT is on hand as well on electronics. Hence the alert sounding from your computers loudspeakers right now (what, it's not working? well, you can read the alert above). The other three musicans (guitar, bass, drums) here all appear to come from another Japanese psych band called Mandog, who we weren't familiar with before but maybe should investigate! Together, this AMT-Mandog collab called Godman has conjured up two long tracks ("God>><><
Oh god my eyes, my eyes! Don't look at the cover (the head of Gong's Daevid Allen on a naked pregnant woman's body in stereo) or back cover (Acid Mothers Temple's Kawabata Makoto sitting on the toilet), just listen: it's the sound of '70s trippy hippy psych vets Gong getting it on with Japan's Acid Mothers Temple. Yep, white-haired pixie Daevid Allen and his current-day cohorts (that's our pal Josh Pollock playing guitar!) meet up with AMT's Kawabata and Cotton Casino for a rollercoaster musical love-in, the tracks incorporating everything from heavy riffing to George W. Bush samples to ravey dance grooves. It's goofy and freaky, with rapping/chanting vocals that will either charm you with their psychedelic nonsense lyrics or drive you utterly mad. I guess it had to happen. If you ever thought that AMT was too serious, or not indulgent enough, or should sound more like the Talking Heads, then this is for you!! Long time Gong fans should note that Gilli Smyth shows up on one track.
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Finally!!! The first two Green Machine records, originally released on Man's Ruin, re-released with three bonus tracks each! And not a moment too soon considering how much we've all been freaking out for their most recent full length The Archives Of Rotten Blues. Unlike the monstrous sludge of that one, these two records are slightly more stoner rock, and a bit more melodic, but somehow harder: thrashy, noisy and chaotic, with lots of leads, almost like classic hard rock / proto metal but WAY heavier and more aggressive, very reminiscent of midwest aggro sludge like Helmet, Unsane and all that growly Amrep stuff. But all run through that Japanese bizzaro filter we love!
Plus song titles like Cunt Maniac, Burdens Of Karma, Barbarian Of Dope, Hempty God Returns To The Sky, Machinists Smoke and Holy Grinder tell you anything else you need to know.
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Finally, the return of Japanese sludgemetalmeisters Green Machine! Not sure about you, but we LOVED those Green Machine records on Man's Ruin way back when (also back in print, though not listed yet, see the 'instock not reviewed' section!) and after that they seemed to just drop off the map. Which was really too bad as they were a massive monstrous sludge / groove metal behemoth few could touch. Well, we're happy to say that Green Machine are indeed back, and more sludgy, groovy and monstrously heavy than ever. Can't hurt that Atsuo from BORIS produced the record! But it's not just the production. This band is tight and heavy and huge. And so are the songs. Bulldozing riffs, pounding drums and throat shredding vocals. Like classic stoner rock, supercharged and run through a special Japanese 'sludge' pedal. Think High On Fire, Motorhead, Venom, Eyehategod, Cavity and of course Boris' Heavy Rocks. And don't let the counter on your cd player display confuse you. Track seven is split into about sixty individual five second tracks to throw you off before the final track, number 69, "Hammer And Burner", a lighting fast, hammering barn burner, like Motorhead on 45. Fans of all the above bands and Boris and Boris-related obessives will want this for sure!
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Finally!!! The first two Green Machine records, originally released on Man's Ruin, re-released with three bonus tracks each! And not a moment too soon considering how much we've all been freaking out for their most recent full length The Archives Of Rotten Blues. Unlike the monstrous sludge of that one, these two records are slightly more stoner rock, and a bit more melodic, but somehow harder: thrashy, noisy and chaotic, with lots of leads, almost like classic hard rock / proto metal but WAY heavier and more aggressive, very reminiscent of midwest aggro sludge like Helmet, Unsane and all that growly Amrep stuff. But all run through that Japanese bizzaro filter we love!
Plus song titles like Cunt Maniac, Burdens Of Karma, Barbarian Of Dope, Hempty God Returns To The Sky, Machinists Smoke and Holy Grinder tell you anything else you need to know.
This second full-length album from Japan's Green Milk From The Planet Orange proclaims boldly on its sleeve that "Progressive Rock Is Not Dead"! Well, WE never thought it was anyhow, but if you yourself have doubts, a loud dose of this should correct your thinking. Though, while quite lively (and rather live-sounding too, on this recording), GMFTPO's brand of prog rock definitely does look to the past for inspiration, from cosmic psych-scapes of krautrock to the precision epics of Yes. And we're also hearing some not-entirely-welcome No Wave-ish yelping dissonance on one track here as well. But when song-lengths can hit the double digits as they do here (there's four tracks, the shortest clocking in an prog-respectable seven minutes and the longest stretching out to over 38!!) and you've got musicians capable of turning on a dime like these guys, something ELSE is gonna happen before the song's over for sure. So you get tripped out atmospheres AND fully cranked acid-rock electric guitar mayhem, prog-complex song constructs and punk raucousness. Some will find this eclecticism exhilirating (and of course somewhat typical of the genre-bending Japanese underground that we've been fans ever since the Boredoms first freaked us out years ago) while others might wish that they'd stick to one thing -- taking the Yessism all the way, or the psych guitar skree. But check 'em out (live too if possible -- they've toured the US a couple times already, and knocked out a great instore performance here at AQ last year, with the drummer playing a 'kit' jerry-rigged from empty soda cans, a tamborine, and duct tape) and see what you think... fans of AMT and DMBQ both might quite like.
This cd managed to go temporarily out of print the same week we listed it not long ago, but now it's been re-pressed and it's here again, along with a brand-new, expensive (but limited to 225 copies) gatefold vinyl edition as well.
The strangely named Green Milk From The Planet Orange is a young Japanese band that perhaps figured they have what it takes to become the next Acid Mothers Temple or Ghost, and they could well be right! This is an impressive domestic debut from GMFTPO (who had a couple of other Japan-only, now out-of-print cd-r releases, a few tracks from which appear here in re-recorded form) and should definitely appeal to the whole Japanese psych lovin' crowd and maybe to yr average indie/post rockers as well, if they're open to a dose of '70s inspired experimentation: long proggy songs that are plenty weird and varied, both druggily spaced-out and/or noisy and heavy. Yeah, it's a spookily baroque trip, these guys stirring everything into their prog-pot from doleful trumpet to jazzy walking bass to wild psych-guitar soloing and pinging electronic effects. Equally capable of grandiose epic bombast and gentle, slow-paced vocal balladry, GMFTPO glory in proggy changes and this album should certainly be investigated by fans of Ghost's recent opus Hypnotic Underworld. Of course, the bands that GMFTPO would want to be compared with are undoubtedly their '70s prog-psych, and specifically krautrock, influences: Can, Faust, Agitation Free, Nektar... You can also hear a bunch of '60s west coast psych in there as well (I bet they probably own that Kak album for instance). Yet despite all the "retro" elements, Green Milk still sound young, even a little punk -- which they are, some of 'em being former members of stoner rock/grindcore outfit No Rest For The Dead. Though with GMFTPO they've set aside their metal/punk past, they still draw on it in sorta the same way as Guapo does. Kudos to Beta-Lactam Ring for bringing this our way...and also, after complaining about past Beta-Lactam Ring art/design, we have to give 'em some credit here, they did a nice job with this one. The disc comes housed in a beautiful digipak, with "distressed" graphics giving it the old '70s LP vibe. Real nice all around.
Japan's noise-junk / industrial project Grim began back in the early '80s, mostly as the one-man project of Jun Konagaya with occasional help from Tomosada Kuwabara and Yukio Nagoshi. All three had formed the politically charged noise-punk trio White Hospital in 1983, with that outfit being discontinued in favor of other means of expression. The project that Kuwabara and Nagoshi started was Vasilisk - a ritualistic, post-industrial project of much greater notoriety with Konagaya occasionally working in that ensemble as well. Grim went in an entirely different direction seeking the more violent and the more extreme forms of music making. Konagaya finds parallels in Japan obviously through Merzbow, Hijokaidan, and Dissecting Table (although Grim predates Dissecting Table by a couple of years), but also the classic industrial works of Throbbing Gristle, SPK, Einsturzende Neubauten, and Whitehouse. In the mid-'80s, Grim issued three proper releases (two lps and a single) along with a handful of compilation tracks. This compilation features everything from those three releases plus a couple of the comp tracks; and we should mention that everything here is also found on the Vinyl-On-Demand 3lp boxset released a couple years ago. Yeah, the VOD box had slightly more material than found here, but that was crazy expensive, and is long out of print, meaning this is the only way to get a hold of this material for the time being. As for the contents of Grim's musical destruction, there's plenty of metal bashing, atonal synths, crude basslines, and blown-out, blister-pocked noise to accompany Konagaya's gargling-with-acid vocal discontent throughout. The rhythmic spines of Grim's noise tracks separate him from much of the freeform noise constructions from his fellow countrymen, although it's hard not to hear the Tetsuo The Ironman soundtrack emerging out of Grim's demolition music. This was the course of action for the first two Grim releases in 1986, but by 1987, Konagaya made a radical detour for into a bleak Japanese folk sensibility, akin to what David Tibet did with Current 93 around the same time. The songs are presumably still about war and death, although sung entirely in Japanese with a highly introspective whisper and quiet, gentile plucking on the acoustic guitar. The juxtaposition between the brutalist noise and the naive-folk stylings is quite disturbing, much more so than the C93 switch from the Crowleyan collages to the apocalyptic folk. When the noise returns at the end of this album, there is a very twisted logic that seems to become apparent... that this is just really dementedly fucked up. And of course, we dig it.
Ostensibly, this is a 'new' album from Grim, but in keeping with the obscurant aspect of Jun Konagaya's industrial noise & outsider folkmuzik agenda, there's no real way of knowing if he made this in 1986 or 2013. As we mentioned in our review of the Grim anthology Folk Songs For An Obscure Race (found elsewhere on this week's list), Konagaya's aesthetic alternates between noise-laden abjection and weirdly compelling Japanese folk songs, delicately performed for voice and guitar. The subject matter of all the Grim material - noise or otherwise - is presumably war and death. It would be hard to imagine those metal-bashed dirges with their bloodcurdled vocals to encapsulate the poetics of cherry blossoms in the spring time; so we'll take Konagawa at his word that the folk tunes maintain that interest in the bleaker aspects of the human condition. On Love Song, those folk songs are Spartanly performed on a small organ with gritty recordings of some sort of political speech laid over the somewhat sweet melody. The subject matter of the speech is unclear given that it's delivered in Japanese, but it has the same feel of any given power electronics appropriation of Nazi imagery. But these instances are few and far between on Love Song, for the most part, Konagaya bashes out industrial rhythms on junked slabs of metal with accompanying blown out synth-noise drones and impossibly corroded chunks of distortion. If anybody remembers the anarcho-industrialist outfit Missing Foundation who jubliantly smashed everything around them in the late '80s, Grim's Love Song is similar, but all the more septic and mutated. Or if anybody is longing for the days when Neubauten was actually threatening, Grim is neccessary listening. This lp comes housed in an oversized box, each featuring a handmade etching from Konagawa. Very limited stock on this one!!!
Not all that long ago, we got in what we thought could have been a new Grim album. That being the very unlovely Love Song album on the Japanese imprint Art Into Life, released in 2013. There was no information about when it may have been recorded; but the industrial nihilism for iron-fisted rhythms, eye-gouging noise, and those strangely saccharine organ drones which comprised the Grim aesthetic of the early '80s was wholly intact. It very well could have been that Love Song was a lost recording from back in the day, never released until Art Into Life dug them up. Regardless, we can safely report that Psycho Sun is in fact a new recording from Grim - the first since the mid-'80s (well, all of this is according to Steinklang Industries).
Grim is the nom de guerre for Jun Konagaya, an obscure pioneer of Japanese industrial music whose aesthetic slips outside the histories of Keiji Haino, Merzbow, Hanatarash / Boredoms, Incapacitants, etc. He began in late '70s as part of the equally volatile and even more obscure White Hospital (with Tomo Kuwahara later of Vasilisk), where the torturousness of Grim had incubated within a feral noise-junk crucible. Both in White Hospital and in the early incarnations of Grim, Konagaya would juxtapose these strangely ethereal, almost celebratory organ tunes with teeth-clenching pummel of metal-on-metal overdrive with throat-ripped vocalizations. This also defines what he's doing in the modern-day Grim, with a few minor tweaks - the organ tunes are augmented by detuned radiowaves bent through the electrically irradiated landscape of urban Japan, the metal bashing finds chunks of guitar noise to wrestle with at center stage, and the vocal range has deepened slightly. Despite these augmentations, Grim remains an uncompromisingly perverse project of brutality, violence, and nihilism.
Ex-Boredoms vocalist Yoshikawa's weird percussion/vox/synth crew captured live in Japan. Complete with JB's style MC introducing the band, Yoshikawa and Co. energetically bash out their drum-heavy exotica jams. While definitely better in person,
Long unavailable domestically, now back in stock thanks to the band themselves bringing copies in, here's the 1995 full-length debut from Osaka's Grind Orchestra. Not a noisecore collective like their name may suggest, GO rather is the outfit formed by
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The second in a series of three, this features remixes of Ground Zero's Consume Red disc. Bob Ostertag, Violent Onsen Geisha, Gastr del Sol, Stock Hausen & Walkman and others participate.
Japanese jazz/turntable ensemble's new album, the first in a three-disc "Consume" series that's a variant on Ground Zero leader Otomo Yoshihide's "Sampling Virus project". The next in the series will be a remix of this record by Gastr del Sol, Bob Ostertag, Violent Onsen Geisha and others. Following that will be an album made up of contributions from the general public (this disc contains an entry form) of works that use either or both of the first two "Consume" discs as their sole sound-source.
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The third volume of the three-part "Consume Ground Zero" project--this is the one which consists of "remixes" derived from volumes one and two, submitted by the general public and selected for this release. An international line-up of names neither you nor I have probably ever heard of before (Art Karaoke, Stomach Oh-Yeah, DJ Smallcock, Xonk, etc.) except of course for celebrated AQ-pals Matmos who also make an appearance here. Japanese digipak import.
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March 8, 1998 was the date of the final performace of Otomo Yoshihide's turntable/improv-jazz outfit, Ground Zero, with a huge ensemble backing him (Sachiko M, Hirose Jyunji, Kikuchi Naruyoshi, Okura Masahiko, Chino Syuichi, Masuno Tatsuki, Nagata Kazuano, Nasuno Mitsuru, Uemura Masahiro, Yoshigaki Yasuhiro, and Kondo Yoshiaki). The first two tracks are Ground Zero's speed-jazz-noise assaults pretty close to Painkiller and Naked City playing at the same time. While the last is the breathtakingly hypnotic Consume Red of super slow moving turntable rumble with almost Egyptian-reed-like flares of horns.
Wow! This is a blast from the past. And we do mean blast (just listen!). Ground Zero was the crazy sampling + free jazz + noise rock outfit led by Japanese turntablist/guitarist Otomo Yoshihide. Hopefully you know 'em, they were right in there with Boredoms and Ruins and Omoide Hatoba and Altered States etc. for noisy underground Japanese avant-rock insanity back in the early '90s. Their now out of print, self-titled debut album from 1992 sounded something like John Zorn's Naked City, all chaotic jump cuts and skronking sax, and in fact featured the inimitable screaming vocal stylings of Eye Yamataka of the Boredoms, who also guested with Naked City. Eventually they turned into a drone-jazz behemoth, and also did a fantastic album of "standards". Since the dissolution of Ground Zero, there's been plenty more cool Otomo projects, from the Eric Dolphy tribute of his New Jazz Orchestra to his minimalist "onkyo" experiments in Filament and ISO to a variety of other interesting soundtracks and solo recordings... but the Ground Zero discs will always be a crucial swath of his discography. And a favorite of ours!
So, it's pretty exciting to get to hear this long-lost live show, from a old tape that Otomo recently rummaged out of his closet. The liner notes include this from him: "All I remember for sure was that it was a really good gig... The recording quality is terrible, but the recording, including that quality, really captures the atmosphere of the time." He's right, the sound is raw, but it suits the music perfectly. This is INTENSE. The lineup consists of Otomo (guitar, turntables), Hirose Junji (sax), Kato Hideki (bass, voice), Uemura Masahiro (drums), and Eye Yamataka (vocals). All five of 'em make a LOT of noise. Imagine the Eye-fronted Naked City falling down the stairs, in the throes of a violent seizure. This performance dates from just prior to their first album's release and shares its punked-out energy, as well as a few of the same "songs". Two additional tracks at the end of the disc are studio recordings, previously unreleased material from the sessions for that debut album. As the Doubtmusic website says, "this is remembrance of fresh / poisonous earlier Ground Zero after 15 years."
This comes in typically fine Doubtmusic packaging, a handsome digipack design, and is basically essential for all hardcore Ground Zero and/or Eye Yamataka fans! And its value as an archival release is enhanced in light of the fact that you can't get their first album anymore anyway.
Otomo Yoshihide, the Japanese sampling dynamo, leads this 6-piece band in some creative jumpcuts.
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Yay! After being out of print for the last couple of years, this fantastic album has finally been reissued! Unfortunately it's not a domestic reissue, so the price tag is still import-high. But it's well worth the $, being one of our very favorite discs by Otomo Yoshihide's amazing sampling/noise/jazz outfit Ground Zero. This one's all covers, Ground Zero interpretations of tunes as far ranging as Massacre's "Bones" to John Philip Sousa's "Washington Post March", Omoide Hatoba to Burt Bacharach... Includes liner notes in both English and Japanese explaining Otomo's reasons for doing each song. Great album, great band. If you missed it the first time, get it now!!
The second record by Otomo Yoshihide's Ground Zero is an expansion of a concept started by German artists Heiner Goebbels and Alfred 23 Harth, and is modestly accredited as a "remix of the Peking Oper" by the aforementioned duo. The Revolutionary Pekinese Opera is an amazing aural collage, where Otomo deconstructs a recording of a traditional Chinese opera in the '60s, rearranging the bits into new forms as well as recomposing within the gaps for his Ground Zero group. The group is augmented with many sampled "guests" including Goebbels and Harth, Steve Beresford, Compostela (mysterious street band from Japan who had an incredible disc on Tzadik!), Christian Marclay and Jon Rose (whose violin work here is incredible!) among many others. A dense, exciting and cinematic listening experience.
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The UK's purveyors of rock/improv spazzy heaviness known as Guapo (a guitar/drums duo) team up with some like minded friends, including the famed Japanese progfreaks Ruins, for some crazed jamming/spontaneous composition. Half the record features drummer Tatsuya Yoshida and bassist Hisashi Sasaki of Ruins, while the second half incorporates the double bass of John Edwards and the alto saxophone of Caroline Kraabel (ex-Honkies), who we hear has now joined Guapo full-time. The results are, as expected, on the noisy side. While "Death Seed" doesn't equal any Guapo or Ruins record proper, it's certainly a worthy investment for fans of these bands or similar noisecore sounds. Italian import.
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Japanese avant-rock duo Guillotine Kyodai enlist a who's who of underground Japanese experimental guitarists to play a kind of "pass it along" game: each track features two guitarists dueting on an initial theme, which mutates as it is passed from guitarist to guitarist. Axemen include members of Ground Zero, Boredoms, Melt Banana, Solmania, Optical*8, Altered States, Bondage Fruit, and Kirihito. Not only conceptually interesting, this is good listening and probably essential to anyone who owns more than two records by the bands listed above.
In his one-man wrecking crew Guilty Connector, Kohei "The Fast" Nakagawa arms himself with homebuilt effects boxes that he physically attacks with metal pipes(!). Having previously presented us with jet-engine 'covers' of Black Sabbath and The Ramones as well as successful outings alongside Birchville Cat Motel and Zeni Geva's Tabata, Kohei takes his volatile Utsu / Shibaki electronics to the Ground Fault label, who ranked this album a III (loud) using their intensity of scale they employ to grade their releases. III is a polite way to describe the volatility of Cosmic Trigger / 2AM Visit, as Kohei blasts out of the gates with volcanic noise eruptions with all of the violence heard in the pre-digital Merzbow recordings from the mid-'90s. Mechanical grindings, claustrophobic scapings, train-wreck rhythms, and drum-kit pummelling all give the impression that like Burmese and Aufgehoben, there might actually be a band underneath all of the noise and cacophony; but in fact, there's only Kohei The Fast! Cosmic Trigger / 2AM Visit also features a guest appearance from Schimpfluch's Sudden Infant for one the more dadaist recordings on this album with its spastic squiggles of reel-to-reel tape warble punctuated by head-splitting noise. Listen on headphones at your own risk, this one can be pretty damn painful.
Guilty Connector is Tokyo's Kohei "Fast" Nakagawa, the one-man goliath of jet engine sonics. Not since Merzbow's "Rainbow Electronics" have you witnessed sheer power and unrelenting force. Remember the first time you put on Monde Bruits? If you miss the Golden Years of noise (circa 1991-1996), this'll certainly take you back...
Japan's one man, harsh electronic,metal machine wrecking crew returns with a 3" cd of 'covers', of Black Sabbath's 'Symptom Of The Universe' and the Ramones' 'Blitzkrieg Bop.' And while Kohei The Fast, the man behind GC, does play actual guitar, the bulk of his sound is made up of "UTSU electronics" and field recordings. You get a glimpse of those classic riffs before they are thrown melody first into the tree shredder, and what comes out the other side is a ear shredding, brain rattling, bone breaking wall of shrieking feedback, buzzing instrument hum and an avalance of white/pink noise. Japanoise fanatics are gonna need this!
Wow, an interesting collaboration here. Mitsuru Tabata you may know as K.K. Null's co-guitarist in Japanese heavies Zeni Geva, as well as being an early member of the Boredoms, among other bands on his lengthy resume. He's also a solo artist -- his 1999 album "Brainsville" became a big favorite around here, an excursion into "rural Eastern psych" guitar that demonstrated his obvious love of '70s krautrock head music (Kawabata Makoto isn't the only Japanese guy obsessed with that stuff!).
Meanwhile, Tokyo's Kohei "The Fast" Nakagawa has made quite a few uber-noisy recordings under the name Guilty Connector, brutal power electronics in a punky Merzbow vein, including a split with Birchville Cat Motel. Good harsh stuff.
So, what does a collaboration between these two sound like? Well apparently Tabata (a big record collector) had been mentoring his friend Kouhei's interest in dub and psychedelic music, and naturally enough the duo was soon inspired to do these recordings, which turned out much more abstract and noisy that Tabata's "Brainsville", although Kohei's noise antics are tempered by Tabata's melodic psych ideas. Instruments utilized primirarly include electric guitars, guitar-synth, effects (Tabata) and "UTSU electronics" (Kohei), plus everything from acoustic 12 string guitar to toy music boxes to theremins, percussion, contact mics, and electric heaters! Oh and tape loops, lots of tape loops. The tracks are dynamic and varied -- some pieces end up all spacey and droned-out, with howling layers of distortion, while others are full of blip and electro-acoustic glitch, with bell-like sounds and echoey electronics. Certainly Japanophile fans of Acid Mothers Temples' most erratic and eccentric stuff, the Boredoms Super Roots experiments, Boris with Keiji Haino, etc. should dig this. Boasting a nice cover painting by underground manga artist Imiri Sakebashira, this is a fine debut release for French label Even Stitle.
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All hail Guitar Wolf! Bands from Japan often take their music to the extremest of extremes, and blisterin' brutes Guitar Wolf are a perfect example of this. While some bands of the same ilk occasionally hit the red on the volume and intensity meters, this rad Japanese trio consistently push things waaay further, frequently roaring right through the red into parts unknown. It's not hard to imagine their vocals and guitars literally tearing your stereo speakers to shreds, and their hammering rhythm section knocking all the fixtures right off your walls. Not always in tune nor in time, but shit, that hardly matters when you're having this kind of frenzied fun! This is a wild collection of twenty six tracks, both "greatest hits" from their albums as well as some rare, out-of-print or previously unreleased material from their past eighteen years of garage rawk mayhem. Yes, it fuckin' rules, but it's also bittersweet because it marks the close of the Guitar Wolf chapter that starred bassist Billy (aka Bass Wolf aka Hideaki Sekiguchi) who passed away earlier this year at the age of 38. News bulletin: Surviving members Toru and Seiji have chosen to go on, searching long and hard for a new bassist. The new Bass Wolf is nineteen year old UG!
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Billed as "the loudest cd ever recorded"! Guitar Wolf, Bass Wolf and Drums Wolf don their leather and shades and kick out the jams for yet another blast of the distorted-all-to-hell garageabilly that this Japanese trio is known for. Only Guitar Wolf could get away with doing yet another version of "Summertime Blues"...
Japan's garagey Guitar Wolf dishes out more! more! more! punishing guitar frenzy. The recording on LOVEROCK sounds so much like the studio was blowing up everywhere while they tracked, it's a little scary, but it totally captures aurally what it's like to see them live. Like everything's blowing up all around you but it's ok because in the dusty wake of its destruction will be... a wild pack of Guitar Wolf. LOVEROCK! LOVEROCK!! LOVEROCK, 4ever!!!!
Watch 'em comb their hair! And rock like mofos. Japanese greasy garage rock at its most unhinged and high-concept.
Ohmigod. This sounds like it was dubbed off a cassette tape a million times. And then mastered at, like, 11, man. Guitar Wolf's Rock'N'Roll Etiquette features a cover of "The Way I Walk" originally made famous by Robert Gordon and then covered again by The Cramps as an extra track not found on the Japanese version. Another machine-gun blast of Japanese garage-rock glory. Start your day off right! Listen to RRE with (or in place of) your first cup of coffee. Yeaoww!!!
The first domestic release from garage greats Guitar Wolf since 1999. These sexy men from Japan can be commended for their stick-to-it-ive-ness, and consistency of style. Raw old school garage taken to an almost avant-garde level of noise and ridiculousness. This record is more of the same, really fast and punk. Released on Narnack, that same label that put out the Coachwhips album, this is their eighth full length record!! Bands so often go through different phases and genres, changing with the times, and that's fine and all but I'm happy to see Guitar Wolf hasn't changed. Playing their fucked up, feedback-filled, punked-out, hair-slicked-back garage rock n' roll.
If I understand the liner notes correctly, this is music made by mentally-handicapped Buddhist priests? Regardless, if you're into the psychedelic sounds of other Japanese bands like Ghost, the however-IQ-impaired grooves of these folks may well appeal.
"Intellectually challenged" buddhist priests perform improv with Japanese bass player Motoharu- Yoshizawa.
"'Seisou' live as Buddhist priests in the temple, Kouganji, and are considered somewhat pushed out of society as 'intellectually challenged'. With Gyaantees as the nucleus, these 'seisou' perform free improvised music with many other musicians as well. Why improvised performance? Well, the 'seisou' seem to lack the ability to remember the songs and lyrics." -from the liner notes.
US release of a new solo album by Japanese avant-garde vocalist/composer Haco, who used to sing for the prog-pop band After Dinner. More recently, she formed the wonderful Hoahio trio with Sachiko M and Yagi Michiyo. Fans of that group (we listed their recent Tzadik album not long ago) will definitely enjoy "Happiness Proof". It's a similar sort of unpredictable electronic-infused avant-pop. Haco gets a little help from her friends, as lots of interesting folks appear on this disc -- it's almost a who's-who of Japanese underground scenesters: Tsuyama Atsushi (Omoide Hatoba, Acid Mothers Temple, Akaten, etc.), Yamamoto Seiichi (Boredoms, Omoide Hatoba, etc.), Uchihashi Kazuhisa (Altered States, Ground Zero, etc. -- he plays daxophone on here as well as guitar!), and turntablist Otomo Yoshihide (Ground Zero, ISO, etc.), among others. There's also contributions from Belgian Pierre Bastien and his Mecanium, a mechanical orchestra. Delightful. Note the nice price too!
Graced with an amazing black & white (mostly black) cover photo of a spectral, luminous Keiji Haino reading a book, this has got a French title 'cause it's released on a French label, Turtles' Dream, apparently a sub-division of the A Bruit Secret label that's known for releases in the Japanese "onkyo" genre...well, Haino is of course Japanese too but this is far from the zen-like silence of onkyo stuff! Improv-psych master Keiji Haino kicks out the jams here not with his usual apocalyptic guitar playing (what he's best known for) but with "rhythm machine" and his own unique vocal stylings. Dunno what "rhythm machine" means tech-wise exactly, some sort of drum machine it seems, plus what sounds like a real cymbal being hit. My Keiji Haino fan friends and myself are now convinced that the man could play *anything* (a kazoo, a rainstick, a bug-zapper?) and still sound like himself -- that is, amazing. He certainly expands the assumed area of expression of the drum machine with this album, making even Ikue Mori sound tame. The recording or production itself is an important part of that, it really is *present*, the drum hits sounding like they're smacking you in the forehead. This is presumably a live recording, but the vocals are somehow overdubbed/multitracked/looped and layered, at moments building with the drum machine's frenzy into insane mayhem as if multiple Hainos were wrestling one another, while in other sections of this piece (for it is one long, 45 minute track) being strangely beautiful, just unearthly haunting cries, with no beats beneath. Definitely an intense listen, Haino taking to mechanical extremes his percussion obsession of late (other indications of this obsession: that he took over the drum stool in his band Fushitsusha, and recently released an amazing live video of solo percussion-only performance...)
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French import. Solo live performances all around the world.
Two new recordings from the very prolific Keiji Haino, although there's no indication as to when or where. Disc one is a single piece for hurdy-gurdy and voice titled "Whereto can I cast away this fragment echo called The End, so that I may summon an
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"Black blues" has a couple of meanings here -- these may indeed be African-American blues songs being performed (and deformed) by Mr. Keiji Haino, and in addition the idea of 'the blues' is being subjected to the blackness that is himself, for Haino is of course the uncontested Dark Lord of the Japanese psych/improv scene. The Fushitsusha leader has done covers before (he even has a covers band, Aihiyo) but this takes the interpretive process to an extremely conceptual level. There are in fact TWO (separately available but, we think, equally desirable and complimentary) Black Blues albums, both with the exact same title. We've added the acoustic and electric designations to differentiate them in our database, but in physical fact, the packaging for them only differs with regard to the catalog numbers found on the spine (DSA-54087 for the acoustic and DSA-54088 for the electric) and the cover photo, which is actually identical on both discs but flipped in mirror image. If you put the electric disc on the left and the acoustic disc on the right, the Hainos in the photos on the covers will be looking at each other. We're not sure why this was released like this, since doing it as a double disc set would seem more practical and less confusing, but that's the way it is (and there's no real choice to be made, fans need 'em both). Now to the music -- the "acoustic" disc (a misnomer, really, as the guitar he's playing, quietly, sounds electric) consists of six tracks, including "Black Eyes", "Town In Black Fog", and the epic "See That My Grave Is Kept Clean", all intimate and hushed, the inner whisper of a soul in torment, seeking peace. The exact same tracklist is mirrored on the "electric" disc, cranked up of course, as Haino howls from throat and lungs and guitar strings and amplifier, crying out in anguish to both men and gods. Both are harrowing and psychically "heavy". Blues connoisseurs will likely be bewildered and disturbed, but those of us who feel the merest of utterances from Keiji Haino -- via his voice or guitar -- can speak more than many musicians produce in an entire career, will be rapt in awe.
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"Black blues" has a couple of meanings here -- these may indeed be African-American blues songs being performed (and deformed) by Mr. Keiji Haino, and in addition the idea of 'the blues' is being subjected to the blackness that is himself, for Haino is of course the uncontested Dark Lord of the Japanese psych/improv scene. The Fushitsusha leader has done covers before (he even has a covers band, Aihiyo) but this takes the interpretive process to an extremely conceptual level. There are in fact TWO (separately available but, we think, equally desirable and complimentary) Black Blues albums, both with the exact same title. We're added the acoustic and electric designations to differentiate them in our database, but in physical fact, the packaging for them only differs with regard to the catalog numbers found on the spine (DSA-54087 for the acoustic and DSA-54088 for the electric) and the cover photo, which is actually identical on both discs but flipped in mirror image. If you put the electric disc on the left and the acoustic disc on the right, the Hainos in the photos on the covers will be looking at each other. We're not sure why this was released like this, since doing it as a double disc set would seem more practical and less confusing, but that's the way it is (and there's no real choice to be made, fans need 'em both). Now to the music -- the "acoustic" disc (a misnomer, really, as the guitar he's playing, quietly, sounds electric) consists of six tracks, including "Black Eyes", "Town In Black Fog", and the epic "See That My Grave Is Kept Clean", all intimate and hushed, the inner whisper of a soul in torment, seeking peace. The exact same tracklist is mirrored on the "electric" disc, cranked up of course, as Haino howls from throat and lungs and guitar strings and amplifier, crying out in anguish to both men and gods. Both are harrowing and psychically "heavy". Blues connoisseurs will likely be bewildered and disturbed, but those of us who feel the merest of utterances from Keiji Haino -- via his voice or guitar -- can speak more than many musicians produce in an entire career, will be rapt in awe.
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A sequel to Haino's 21st Century Hard-y-guide-y Man disc, this is more of his dark drone music for the hurdy-gurdy. For fans of both Haino and, say, Tony Conrad...
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Live solo guitar outsiderness from Fushitsusha mastermind, his first domestic cd release.
Drums. Just drums. That's what's up with this new release from Tokyo underground psych maestro Keiji Haino. He's apparently always wanted to do a solo album for drum kit alone and now PSF has gone and let him do it, even though most of his fans know him primarily as a guitarist. Though, we've already heard him do a solo drum MACHINE album (the rather extreme 'C'est Parfait' Endoctrine Tu Tombes La Tete La Premiere) and play the drum kit for a guitar-less Fushitsusha session (the dramatic and controversial Origin's Hesitation). Then there was his fascinating video release simply titled Percussion. And now here's Global Ancient Atmosphere which is nothing but drums as we said. Drums and when not drums, silence. Some folks will hear this and say it sounds like a "drum check". Ok, you've got a point. Certainly I don't think I can come up with something brilliant to say about this, like "an austere yet thrilling investigation of attack and decay on nothing less than the molecular level" as Alan Cummings (I believe) wrote for the press release. But I do know that I'm gonna buy one, 'cause I'm a huge Keiji Haino fan and love everything he does!
Seriously, though, Haino can make you believe that every drum-hit has meaning, as does every space between. While some of his other percussion-oriented releases seem to have more going on that this one (the above mentioned are, to me, really amazing triumphs of emotion/expression over mere technique -- something that could be said about his guitar playing as well), this one is probably a little harder to appreciate. But maybe it's worth the effort. He thought it was.
With a title that roughly translates as "Light Darkness Melting Into One This Vibration", this new Keiji Haino solo release sees our favorite black-clad psychedelic improv minstrel exploring the playing of a simple ol' acoustic guitar. Shockingly, it's all instrumental. The lack of vocals is a bit atypical of Keiji, but the live, no-overdubs sound is not. The disc starts off very stark and repetitive, developing into something slightly jazzy sounding, jazzy like Derek Bailey that is. Keiji's stopping, starting style here may grate -- not for casual Keiji fans, wethinks. If you've ever heard Dead Raven Choir's 'folk' recordings, this sounds totally like DRC without the vocals. Hmm...a Keiji Haino/Smolken duet would be quite something...
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New solo guitar work including rerecorded versions of super-old and long-out-of-print Fushitsusha stuff.
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Haino-san is back with another hurdy gurdy adventure! (catalog number PSFD-8029)
The title in English, as given on the spine of this lovely package: "To Start With, Let's Remove The Colour!" This disc comes in a handsome sort of mini-lp gatefold sleeve, colored not Haino's usual black, but shades of grey -- grey being appropriate for the ghostly voices that mass in ever-layering loops over the swirling, jazzy jangle of Haino's guitar playing here. No, this is not a high-volume assault, and there's no shrieking vocals either. Rather this disc is Japanese psychedelic improvisor extraordinaire Keiji Haino's most recent foray into the realm of the mysterious, delicate, and quiet. He's heard here solo, in a mode seldom if ever before beheld: this is the home-recorded Haino, with overdubs! You can imagine him in his bedroom, earphones on, hunched over his guitar, mic, and four-track. It's a close-up, intimate scenario, the mind's eye focusing on his fingers on the guitar strings and his cryptic words whispered not far from the microphone, rather than the massive amps and flailing hair that you might envision when listening to his louder live performances with his "rock band" Fushitsusha. This is some sort of gentle, damaged, haunted, cave-dwelling blues, in the realm of (but not quite like) a Jandek or Kemialliset Ystavat. Track six (of eight), "How Did You Know? Mistaken" is the centerpiece, a half-hour opus of otherworldly genius.
This album is creepy yet comforting. Eerie and mesmerizing. And fucking amazingly beautiful. We can only hope Haino's four-track output continues -- and why just guitar? Maybe next time he'll turn to some of the many ethnic instruments that we're sure fill his chambers...
