'70s prog of the harder, mathier variety here. Mellow grooves too. We've already turned some of you on to this Swedish band's first, eponymous album (also now back in stock in a new, upgraded edition) but this is the first time we've reviewed Tettioariga Kriget's second album (well, third if you count Glorious War as their first, actually) from 1975.
How to describe 'em? Uriah Heep meets Goblin??? No that's not it... but they are a band that mixes the bombast of Heep with the darkness and '70s synth kitschiness of Goblin, creating their own unique atmosphere.
Krissang ("War Song" in English) may remind some customers of a progged-out version of Dungen, due to the Swedish language vocals and intellectual Genesis-like aspects. The tracks here go from extremes of gentle melodicism and jazzy grooves to bombastic, jagged progginess, across the album -and- often within a single track. Odd time signatures are abundant. And though initally we were attracted to this band due to their displays of frantic, hard rockin' proginess -- screaming guitars, barking fat bass, hard-hitting drums -- we now appreciate 'em as much or more for their gentle side. There's simply some gorgeous songs on here.
This new edition comes packaged in a handsome digipack, with liner notes by lyricist Ollie Thornvall along with photos and lyrics and three bonus tracks in the same mold as Krigssang, including one ("Moln") that almost out-progs anything on the album proper!!
When Byram heard this, his first reaction was: Allan, dude, this has you written all over it! And it's true, *both* of AQ's resident prog-heads (proudly, Allan and Andee) are way into this band and this album -- that's why we ordered a few from overseas to share with our likeminded customers. On this, their 1974 debut album, Trettioariga Kriget (aka Thirty Years War) dish out jazzed-up but also kinda heavy '70s prog rock from Sweden, boasting some over-the-top falsetto vocals worthy of Amon Duul II's Renate Knaup or the guy from Flower Travellin' Band. Mathy, King Crimson-esque hard rock, that's also (in context of this sort of thing) quite catchy, actually. Vocal hooks coexist with the math jazz rock instrumental display and noisy skronk. Recommended, especially if you're among the many (?) AQ customers happy with our prior obscure prog suggestions (Il Balletto di Bronzo, Osanna, etc.)
Released last year on Static Caravan in the UK, and only now re-issued stateside on cd by Ace Fu, we've been wanting to review this for a while, but only recently were we able to finally get enough to list.
Imagine if the Beta Band, instead of following in Beck's funky folk footsteps, were born of the current underground cd-r culture, their electronica tinged folk more a product of New Weird America and musical compatriots like Devendra Banhart than MTV ot the NME. Thus, Tunng. Rich and lush strummed acoustic guitars, gorgeous harmony vocals, droney and drifting, a crackling campfire intimacy, glitchy skittery beats, strange found sounds, hiccuping loops, skipping cds, an unlikely combination, but the result is totally amazing. Like a Boards Of Canada produced Vetiver record, or the Feathers Family recording for Warp, this is classic sounding seventies British folk, filtered through a damaged off kilter electronica kaleidoscope. Banjos collide with shuffling muted drum machines, soft tonal chimes drift over sweetly fingerpicked guitars, soft hushed vocals emote over a smattering of glitches and squelches, a gorgeous guitar figure will begin to skip, faster and faster, smearing into an ambient soundscape that underpins a whispery sadboy croon and delicate shimmering chimes. So totally lovely. This has been one of our most listened to records lately, check out the sound samples and you'll immediately understand why.
Ahhhhh, grim, necro, frosty, raw black metal. It's an acquired taste, but once you've tasted that black blood, there's no turning back. Whether it's Darkthrone's Transylvanian Hunger, Ulver's Nattens Madrigal, or any one of the legion of lesser known black hordes, it's a sound that soothes like only raw fuzzy, buzzy, Burzumic guitardrones and blurry battle blasts can. Hungarian black metal horde Tymah's take on this bleak, harsh and blackened buzz doesn't veer far from their influences, this is as grim and as true and as black as you could hope for, the majority of Transylvanian Dreams a dizzying blur, a near dronelike wash of low end rumble and insect swarm guitars, while beneath, a relentless lightning fast blast, and above, pure tortured yowls and demonic shrieks, which is where Tymah do truly distinguish themselves, as vocalist / guitarist Dim is a woman, a rarity for sure in black metal (and metal in general), not that you necessarily could tell from her harsh and harrowing, truly anguished sounding screech (very reminiscent of Weakling at times), but still there's something truly inspiring about a corpsepainted, be-spiked, axe slinging, sword swinging she-demon lurking wraithlike in that same black forest, holding her own and then some with the black metal boys club. And if for some reason those sorts of things don't do it for you, just close your eyes and forget we said anything, and you'll soon be basking in (unisex) black metal bliss.
Thanks in part to the movie "24 Hour Party People" there's been quite a revival in the last few years in curisoity about and reflections of the Manhester party/music scene of the late '80s/'90s. The center of all this dancing, drugging, and going on and on till the break of dawn was none other then the Nightculb Hacienda founded by New Order's Peter Hook. It was within the Hacienda's walls that much of the debauchery, indulgence, and fun/wasted times went down. This 3-disc box set put together by Hook himself compiles the sounds that were blaring out the speakers during its heyday. 808 State, Happy Mondays, Primal Scream, Jaydee, Eric B & Rakim, Candi Staton and of course New Order are just some the groups found on this here collection. For those of you who have been craving th sights and sounds and tastes more tastes of that wonderfully wicked Manchester club-scene then this is a party in a box for you. Sorry no purple pills included.
Similar to the now-impossible-to-get, vinyl-only "Turkish Delights" compilation (but on cd and in stock!) is this great collection of vintage psychedelic rock music from Turkey. With 22 tracks, spanning the years 1966-1975, this collection is a great
If you're into heavy rock, psych and metal the way we are, then just one glance at the tracklist for this new compilation should sell you on it without much trouble. Yep, there's a bunch of the heavies here, for sure. Witchcraft! Witch! Pelican! High On Fire! The Fucking Champs! The Sword! and a dozen others. And quite a few of these 18 tracks are previously unreleased, over fifty percent in fact. So not a bad dealio indeed, rockers. This focuses on current indie darlings and more obscure upandcomers as well -- including several from right here in San Francisco -- so chances are you'll hear from a favorite band or two and probably get into something new too. Though the cover art (swiped from an old Metal Massacre comp) seemingly promises old school '80s metal action, that's not really what this is about. We wouldn't even classify a lot of these bands as "metal", really. There's just as much stoner psych and post rock and prog and Melvinsy dirge punk, but it IS all on the heavy side. As far as retro inspiration goes, it's the '70s and Sabbath that get the most nods. Faves? Among the Sabbathy, we already love Sweden's Witchcraft (who contribute a live version of "Queen Of Bees") and Witch (a track from their awesome album) but were also stoked to hear Portland's Danava for the first time, so spacey and rollicking. Of course Dungen's song is great (flute!) and you can't argue with Comets On Fire's blown out psych-noise either. Or with the metallic Yessisms of Diamond Nights. We also dug the unreleased cut by SF's hard rockin' Night After Night quite a bit. Heck it's hard to pick stuff out, there's a lot of cool tracks on here, from a bunch of bands we (mostly) love or soon will...
Ok, here's the fairly drool-worthy list of bands found here (asterisks indicate that they're contributing previous unreleased material): Saviours, Danava*, Big Business*, Black Mountain*, The Sword*, Dungen, Witch, The Fucking Champs*, Torche, Pelican, High On Fire, Witchcraft*, Comets On Fire*, Diamond Nights*, Wolfmother, Night After Night*, Warhammer 48K, Parchman Farm*.
Maybe you remember some years back we used to stock compilation cd-rs in an amazing series called Messthetics, devoted to all kinds of cool tracks by obscure British DIY artpunk outfits from the late '70s/early '80s? Well those cd-rs are long gone now, but at last here's a real cd collecting a bunch of the "greatest hits" from that series! Since almost by definition these bands didn't really have "hits", it's really more the complier's choice. We're sure it was tough to pick and choose from all the good stuff (there were like eight cd-rs in the series) but definitely not hard to make this disc a good 'un, and they've certainly included quite a few of our favorites: Scrotum Poles, Instant Automatons, Steve Treatment, Take It, Thin Yoghurts, Danny & The Dressmakers, and more, 22 tracks in all, from rare singles, cassette comps and other dusty sources. Styles range from distorted new wave dance tracks to twee pop to utter experimental punk n' electronics. Some others on here include such bands as Anorexia, Digital Dinosaurs, Puritan Guitars, Mud Hutters, Reptile Ranch, O Level, and pre-Homosexuals formation the Rejects.
Seminal DIY outfit The Desperate Bicycles oddly enough aren't on here, but they are in spirit, as all these productions hold true to or were inspired by their slogan (a lyric from one of their songs), "It was easy, it was cheap: go and do it!" Yeah! The tracks compiled here remain equally fun and inspirational even today, twenty+ years later. As with the original Messthetics cd-rs, this release includes copious small-print liner notes about each band/track, as well as an essay about the whole messy aesthetics of the DIY movement, explaining how it differed from (and was a reaction to) the mainstreaming of the punk rock boom of '77. And there's full-color (but still mostly black and white xerox style) reproductions of flyers and singles cover art included too.
There's several full-length discs from Messthetics bands either already out or coming soon from this label, as well as an upcoming series of geographically-based Messthetics comps also on regular cds like this one. So stay tuned...
We know lots of you probably had that early years of Hip-Hop torch reignited by the recent Soul Jazz Big Apple Rappin' comp. If you're anything like us you totally loved the feel good sounds on that collection but still wanted more from that era, but maybe with a bit of a weirder edge. Which makes this two disc collection of the Celluloid label's early hip-hop roster so appealing. Celluloid was the label founded by a former co-owner of BYG, a label known and adored by most avant/free-jazz lovers. With Bill Laswell on board as one of their talent scouts they built a roster of hip-hop artists with feet and beats crossing all lines and genres. Futura 2000 hooking up with The Clash. John Lydon alongside Afrika Bambatta. Nods to early graffiti culture, some raps in French, and beats that will make you wanna bust out your old breakdancing moves.
We've been totally digging the always amazing Ethiopiques series, documenting the rich history of Ethiopian music, and it just keeps getting better and better with each volume. You think that would be plenty to keep the folks at Buda Musique busy, but apparently not, as they've gone ahead and launched a new series entitled Zanzibara, chronicling the Swahili popular music of the East African Coast. Future volumes will be more archival, but this first installment celebrates Ikhwani Safaa, Zanzibar's (and most likely Africa's too) oldest music club, which turned 100 in 2005. These recordings, captured in Zanzibar in 2004 and Dubai in 2005, feature some of the region's most revered singers and players, all gathered to play classic songs and celebrate the last 100 years. The music here is dramatically different than anything in the Ethiopiques series, much more moody and hypnotic, less festive and jubilant, but no less captivating. The interesting thing is that the music here sounds unlike any of the African music we are familiar with and instead sounds much more Indian or Arabic. The vocals especially, sound distinctly Indian, as well as the swooning soaring strings. Lush, moody, swirling, slightly saturnine, and absolutely wonderful.
Some 14 years ago Television guitar-god Tom Verlaine released an unexpected low-key beautiful late night guitar instrumental record called Warm & Cool (which was reissued just a year or so ago by Thrill Jockey). Now he's back with what seems to be the follow up to that outing, and what a nice follow up it is. Slow and steady with nothing to prove, Verlaine's playing is so earnest as he makes sounds perfect for long drives on grey days, as rain splashes against the windshield and your eyes get anonymous glimpses of the surroundings. There is a simplicity in delivery and a timeless quality to his playing that could make this the perfect soundtrack for a 1950's black & white film filled with empty highways and of course the flickering neon lights of a Coca Cola sign on the front of an all-night diner. Yet there is something so meditative and assured about the songs on this record that makes it not just an exercise in nostalgia but instead totally great and engaging mood music that sucks you in and allows to wander those same rainy streets. Each time we listen we go somewhere slightly different and equally as satisfying. Highly recommended!
Werewolf are a mysterious Polish horde who specialize in murky, brittle, lo fi grimness a la their countrymen Graveland. Huge guitars swirl and buzz, the rhythms veer from seasick waltzes to buzzing blackened blasts, thick walls of guitarfuzz and swirls of chaotic ambience create a dense foresty murk, where drums pulse and throb way down in the mix, like tribal war chants barely heard drifting like the stench of death on the wind. The vocals are a growling gargle, another layer of buzz in Werewolf's chaotic sonic squall, the cymbals splash and shimmer like acid rain eating away at everything it touches. This is more of that glorious loping buzzy droning black metal we can never seem to get enough of. The mix is so thick and overblown that the riffs eventually blur and smear, the whole record becoming a super buzzy trancelike drone. Awesome.
We've all been loving the soft lilting new weird free hippy folk of the Feathers, who for us were a recent discovery. And we've always been big fans of J Mascis, the distorted psychedelic indie fuzz of Dinosaur Jr, but even in his stints with sludgy punk rock outift Deep Wound and behind the kit for weirdo metallers Upside Down Cross. But never in our wildest dreams did we imagine the twain would meet. But what do you know? It's either a seriously small world, or there is some not so secret bond joining the disparate music arcs of these long haired fellows. Witch is not necessarily what you might imagine a meeting of Dinosaur Jr. and the Feathers would sound like, although the frilly jackets and bell bottoms and long hair should give you a clue. This is total seventies proto metal meets sludgy groovy stoner rock. Big BIG riffs, groovy and sun baked, blown out and HEAVY. Seriously. We hear Sabbath, Saint Vitus, Pentagram, Trouble, even some Kyuss and more modern stoner/doom outfits, like Witchcraft and Dead Meadow. The vocals are drenched in reverb and are sort of soaring and whining, some definite Ozzy influence there, also at times verging on a reedy Marc Bolan/Comus folky warble. And the guitar sound, OOF! You'd be forgiven for thinking that was Mascis on lead guitar, but he's manning the drum kit here, no the guitars are fuzzy seventies metallic groove, with a guitar sound definitely reminiscent of Sub Pop drone guitar gods Rein Sanction, like Hendrix filtered through Iommi, laced with LSD, dipped in goat's blood, set in the sun to bake and of course slathered in warm distorted fuzz. But with a band like this it's all about the riffs. Everyone knows Sabbath took all the best riffs, that's why so many heavy bands have based entire careers on stealing 'em, but Witch prove that there are still some killer riffs left out there. Heavy and fuzzy enough to bear a passing resemblance to the Sabs, but weird and wooly and unique enough that they can unabashedly claim them as their own. This is definitely another one of those bands like Elope or the Want, that if you didn't know better, and were forced to guess, you could be forgive for thinking Witch were straight out of the seventies (though with maybe 'cause of J, a whif of '80s SST hardcore punk somewhere in there too). Sonically, production wise, the whole package. And while the whole record is heavy and sludgy and groovy, it's worth the price of admission alone for track 5, "Rip Van Winkle" with a riff that is one of THOSE riffs. The whole track is a stone cold classic, from THAT riff, to the crazy blown out psychedelic leads, to the bombastic drumming, the weird arrangement, the wailing vocals, it's hugely heavy, head noddingly hypnotic, head bangingly massive, but groovy and catchy, minor key melodies beneath thick waves of warm guitar fuzz, totally emotional and amazing, it's like the best Sabbath song that never was. Then there's the track right before it, "Changing", that ALSO has one of THOSE riffs, and sounds like some sort of incredible, exotic Saint Vitus/Flower Travellin' Band hybrid. Wow. And all the other songs are pretty amazing too.
We just wish that they could have come up with a name a little more original than Witch. If they were indeed dead set on some sort of Witch name, you can't go wrong adding some appropriately evil or mysterious second word to your band name, I mean, c'mon, we would have gladly taken Featherwitch or even better DINOSAUR WITCH!
Subtitled "Collected Drone-Poems 2000-2003", this collection gathers up many long out of print and now impossible to find drift/drone/free/noise gems from NZ expat Peter Wright. Collected here are the cd-r's Duna (Last Visible Dog), A Tiny Camp In The Wilderness (Celebrate Psi Phenomenon), Catch A Spear As It Flies (Celebrate Psi Phenomenon), Pariahs Sing Om (Apoplexy) as well as a few pieces from compilations and a couple previousy unreleased tracks. And as you might expect it's all totally captivating and dreamy and lovely. All three discs here are overflowing with warm drones, subtle shifting soundscapes, vast expanses of creaking, groaning, drifting sound, soft and shimmery, sweet and slow moving, guitars hover weightless in dense clouds of chordal warmth, single notes float and flutter, while clusters of notes get smeared into still more layers of drone and rumble. Gorgeously subtle, every track deep and dense, sparkling and crystalline, lustrous and so lovely, resplendent with muted colors, like watching clouds float across the sky, or watching leaves drift down stream, this is deeply personal, totally captivating ambience that is most certainly the equal of his more well known peers. Fans of the drone cd-r underground (CPSIP, Digitalis, PseudoArcana, atc.), as well as the more academic side of minimal dronology (Chalk, Coleclough, Niblock, Berry) should most definitely make it a point to further explore Wright's constantly evolving, gorgeous and mysterious soundworld.Ô
Packaged again in one of those strange triple fold plastic sleeves that is unfortunately not ideal for keeping cds from gettin' scratched...Ô
There are a handful of records that seem to truly define the unique (sometime ridiculous) aesthetic that we pride ourselves on here at Aquarius Records. The Conet Project is one, a four cd set of haunting mysterious shortwave transmissions of spy stations, hours and hours of numbers and music. Then there's the Thai Elephant Orchestra, a recording of gamelan playing elephants, or the Ghost Orchid, a recording of emanations from beyond the grave, but one release that is truly near and dear to our freaky musical hearts is the Yahowha box. Originally released on Captain Trip as a jumbo sized box with 13 cds in regular jewel cases with a huge LP sized booklet, with lots of amazing photos and loads of Japanese text, this massive collection has been re-issued in a gorgeous wooden box, sealed with gold cords and a wax seal, the jewel cases are gone and instead the discs are housed together in slim sleeves, and the all-in-Japanese-anyway booklet is gone now too (although we've yet to crack one of these open, so we suppose it might have been resized to fit in this much smaller box), but it's also cheaper and will now fit on your cd shelf. But why is this collection so essential and why should you absolutely drop everything and pick up one of these amazing boxes? Read on...
For 13 discs you better get the complete recordings... and here on God and Hair that is what you get. (Well, this was true until recently when The Operetta was released...but you do get plenty!)
Led by the late, legendary Father Yod (who supposedly died in a hang-gliding accident in the late 70s... just like Icarus!) YaHoWha 13 "epitomize the insanity of highly-personalized psychedelic exploration via the fringes of rock music and its subsequent private documentation better than anything else produced by the human race to date." (a glorious if over the top description from the fine folk at Forced Exposure)... This collection ranges from tribal acid pound to weird noisy float to dense aural freakouts, all accompanying Yod's megalomaniacal vocal output (as on the unbelievable masterpieces Penetration and I'm Gonna Take You Home). Then there's the other side of Yod and his minions, creepy cult-guru sermons over simple acoustic guitars (which give those tracks a vibe not unlike the recently reveiewed freak folk of Charles Manson's). Warning: this stuff is VERY hippie. But if you're anything like us that's maybe not so much of a warning as it is a promise!
Ahhh, Yo La Tengo! Such a band you gotta love... and such a band who loves ya back! With Ira, Georgia and James you get no fancy stuff, no gimmicks, no high fashion. You simply get Yo La Tengo, and they've endeared themselves to legions around the globe. Their hearts are in the right place whether it be making their own awesome music or in this case playing random musical requests to raise funds for beloved radio station WFMU. Released on the band's own label Egon Records, this 70 minute cd compiles the band's on-air performances of tunes requested by listeners in return for a monetary pledge during the station's annual fundraising marathon from 1996 through 2003. They tackle tunes by X-Ray Spex, Eurythmics, Jonathan Richman, Sun Ra, Brian Eno, Hues Corporation, Billy Joel, The Knack, Beach Boys, Yoko Ono, Bachman Turner Overdrive, T-Rex, Archie Bell, Sonic Youth, Rocket From The Tombs, Iggy Pop, Replacements, Petula Clark, and oh so many more. One thing's for sure -- despite their seeming encyclopedic knowledge of music they'll never cut it as a cover band! The title is not an understatement. Heck, they themselves have used the term "dreadful"! Still, it's YLT, and their valiant attempts, on-the-spot figurin' out, muffed lyrics, and strained singalongs played out with gleeful reckless abandon are nothing short of charming and often downright hilarious. The last panel of the terrific Adrian Tomine drawn comicstrip cover art sez it best, "Well, I guess it's for a good cause..."
Another blast of homespun free noise from Marcia Bassett of the Double Leopards, Hototogisu, GHQ and many more. Released on Hototogisu's Heavy Blossom label, this super limited cd-r, is another dark trawl through a noise strewn alley, processed synths, looped feedback, and ultra distorted vocals are stretched into wide dirty streaks of pulsing distorted sound, a throbbing rhythm surfaces from within the vocal murk, while strange scrapes and grunts become some sort of percussive framework, huge sheets of dog whistle skree leaned up against distant foghorn drone and moaning freenoise whir, grinding instrument grit and electronic malfunction drift into ghose like vestiges of song and melody. As always pretty darn great. Packaged in a handmade foldover paper sleeve with insert. And as always VERY VERY LIMITED!! (only 100 copies and we got but a handful!)
