Soooo worth the (nearly three year) wait! Yes, this new album from the ever-evolving Yo La Tengo can be simply described with two words: positively dreamy. With grace and ease, Ira, Georgia and James transport you to their lovely otherworld. Choosing gentle transitions over abrupt changes, with each release they've moved farther and farther from their feedback-laced, decidedly more cacaphonous early years. Which has brought them to this, their tenth album! Always bringing a little something from their previous release to their next, they've brought the pretty organ drones and sequenced beats from their last full-length 'I Can Hear The Heart Beating As One', and drawn them out over the course of a full album. Both Ira and Georgia's voices blend seamlessly into the music and into each other. In fact, it's not until track 9 that Ira pulls out his guitar for a little upbeat number reminiscent of "Sugarcube" or "From A Motel 6". With 'And Then Nothing...' Yo La Tengo have successfully created an album that moves forward, but still blankets you in a warm fuzzy familiarity.
It's been a little over 3 years since YLT graced us with their Summer Sun and we have to say we were starting to get a little antsy. We have pretty much worn out all of our copies of their back catalog. Every album, every single. Everyone here can probably boast a different favorite YLT record, but we all knew we needed some new sounds from them pronto. And here we have it, and it does not disappoint. In fact it delights, confuses, and makes us fall in love with them all over again. While the last couple records (which are some of our favorites!) had a pretty consistent feeling and tone (more on the soft and somber side of things) this is a YLT record that truly connects with all their various sides and shades, moods and sounds. Bookended with two long rockers clocking in at around 11 minutes each, the 12 songs in between touch on all the different sounds Yo La Tengo have explored over the years. From their perfect, super catchy indie rock, to sad and melancholy dreampop to a surprising and irresistible dance number, to some groovy horn section action, and all stops in between. I Am Not Afraid Of You And I Will Beat Your Ass most definitely sounds like a band connecting with every part of their past, present and future. And like plenty of other YLT records, it blossoms and reveals secret after secret on repeated listens. A record that demands you spend time with it, but who needs to be told, one listen and that's all you'll want to do....
Viva La Yo La Tengo!
Finally, one of our all time favorite Yo La Tengo albums gets reissued on vinyl! Released in 1993, Painful represented a really important moment for and shift in YLT's sonic scope. While their early records were brimming with feedback and displayed a Sonic Youth like approach to rock, Painful fully introduced the more dreamy, blissed out and intoxicating side of their sound which they have continued to develop and master as the years have gone by.
Painful opens with the bittersweet "Big Day Coming", and gorgeously unfolds with some of the most beautiful and sad pop songs ever recorded, including "Nowhere Near" which still freezes us in our tracks and gives us goosebumps every time we hear it. While later albums like And Then Nothing Turned Itself Inside-Out, and I Can Hear The Heart Beating As One, might be more widely recognized as classic albums, Painful really was the blueprint for the sounds that would evolve making Yo La Tengo one of the best bands of our generation. An absolute must have!
They never ever disappoint, in fact more often than not, they totally blow us away. And with Popular Songs, Yo La Tengo remind us once again why they are one of the best bands of the last quarter century. From start to finish this is an album with so many different sounds, styles, moods and motifs, yet it's all so deliciously Yo La Tengo! Like their best albums, the first time you hear this record you know it's going to be an album that you'll listen to for the rest of your life. And in this day and age of disposable culture it's so incredibly refreshing to have YLT, whose music has such a timeless element, and sounds so personal and passionate, and will undoubtedly stand the test of time. YLT never aspired to be the hippest or trendiest or coolest band around. Simply stated, slow and steady wins the race! They've definitely won, and continue to win, and in turn so have we. They've made their indelible mark by just being themselves, and when it comes to pure substance it just doesn't get more richly rewarding than YLT.
Popular Songs is like an album that represent the best friend we all wish we could have. Someone you can turn to when it's time to get deep or vent some bittersweet sadness, someone you can also have fun sleepover parties with and let loose and experience total joy together. These are a set of songs that really do hit at almost the entire spectrum of emotion, and the pacing/sequencing of the album just couldn't be more perfect. Whether being melted away by one of Georgia Hubley's beautifully aching drift-away numbers or being swept up in a Motown like fury or rocked by a straight ahead burner, there is such immaculate skill in the crafting of each song.
The album features wonderfully lush string arrangements provided by Richard Evans, the legendary soul pioneer who contributed so much to the amazing '60s Chicago/Cadet soul scene, who many of you might know and love for his work on the great Afro-Harping album by Dorothy Ashby. So awesome, and yet after taking so many wonderful twist and turns, it is the ending of the album that really leaves us so stunned and in awe.
The last two tracks are very long and mostly instrumental. "The Fireside" is eleven minutes of total shoegaze bliss, that puts most actual 'shoegaze' bands to shame, letting the listener get lost in a slow glowing haze. And then the album's closer "And The Glitter Is Gone", an almost sixteen minute sonic smolder brimming with a droning and triumphant psychedelic spirit that we could listen to forever.
One of those rare records that is all 'favorite songs', every listen, a new song gets stuck in your head and fills your heart, only to be supplanted by another the next time, and on it goes, favorite after favorite after favorite. We think it's fair to say this is a total masterpiece from one of our favorite groups!
Regardless of what style or mood they choose - this time it's very '70s soft rock influenced - Yo La Tengo always create music that reveals their deep personal and artistic bonds. Clearly they know each other very very well. It's so wonderfully evident in the ways the three interact - their voices and instruments weaving together so effortlessly. Summer Sun flows gracefully from the gentlest lullabies into more funky and playful, but still super mellow numbers much like those on their Sounds Of The Sounds Of Science soundtrack. A lovely display of this is on the sixth song "Tiny Birds". Beautiful. Ira, Georgia and James extend their warm familiarity and fondness to the listeners as well - always both welcoming and welcome. Really, what more can be said? The high quality and consistency of their last four or five albums speaks for itself. Very recommended!
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Over the years, Yo La Tengo have proven to be masters at creating such evocative atmosphere and feeling and emotion in their songs. So it was only a matter of time that wise film directors would seek them out to create scores for their films.
Between the years 2005 and 2006 four different films employed the (maybe not so) surprising soundtrack prowess of YLT, their film music, not all that removed from their band music, creating lingering bittersweet sounds both classy and sophisticated, lush and intimate.
For the score to Old Joy they were joined by Smokey Hormel on guitar to create the perfect hazy sounds for meandering roadtrip and a bit of Northwest exploration. For Junebug they employed a string and horn ensemble adding fluttery floral ambience. For Game 6 the band went at it alone creating the most dynamic and eclectic set of the bunch showing once again what amazing range YLT posses. The disc concludes with their contributions to the John Cameron Mitchell film Shortbus, adding some nice, light and charming sonic snippets to that sexually provocative/honest film.
Aside from being perfect for film music, we also always appreciated just how painterly the instrumental side of Yo La Tengo managed to be, conjuring so many moods and images with such a nice wide palette of delicately employed sounds. We want to give this to all our artist friends as we think it would be the perfect record to have playing in the studio when folks go to create art of their own. This collection came out last year but we only just got in enough of them to list, so grab one as fast as you can, 'cause if we run out we're not sure how quickly we will get them back in stock, since they were sent to us directly by the band (who says rockstars don't go to the post office!?) on the same day they left to go on a big tour!
For Leaf's 20th anniversary, they have been reissuing some of their most essential releases like Caribou's Up In Flames, Colleen's Everyone Alive Wants Answers and this one, Susumu Yokota's sublime electronic masterpiece, Sakura. Yokota died last year after a long period of illness, and looking back we realized we reviewed almost every one of his releases except for what is arguably his best album, this one. Released in 2000, it it was proclaimed The Wire's top electronic release of the year.
Beginning his career as a house DJ, Yokota later developed an interest in modernist composition, traditional Japanese melodies and ambient textures, eschewing beats almost altogether on Sakura. Instead, like delicate birdsong, the melodies emerge like blossoming flowers, employing thoughtfully used samples of Steve Reich, Joni Mitchell and Return to Forever, in ways that evoke their sonorous qualities without relying on their recognizability. An incredible release that still sounds beautifully timeless.
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Ok, we'll assume you already just read our Record Of The Week review of You's newly reissued Electric Day album. That was this instrumental "Berlin School" of krautrock band's 1979 debut, followed up further into the Eighties by Time Code from '83. Great stuff, we like this one a lot too, you should get 'em both. And we're not just excited about these 'cause we're keen on obscure krautrock reissues (though we are). If You were a new band we'd be all over 'em too! And they really could be mistaken for a new, current band, as we alluded to in our Electric Day review. Where that one really really sounded like local fave SF synth groovers (and krautrock enthusiasts, of course) Jonas Reinhardt in their propulsive live formation, this one is even more electronic and atmospheric, some moments more like Oneothrix Point Never, Emeralds, and Arp, to cite some other modern comparisons. That's 'cause by '83, You had parted ways with guitarist Uli Weber and drummer Harald Grosskopf, and slimmed down to the founding synths and sequencers core duo of Udo Hanten and Albin Meskes. So it's even a bit more retro-futuristically Eighties computery/mechanical, with percolating robot rhythms and shimmering synths and some extra sci-fi bleepage... but, it's really not all THAT different than their earlier incarnation, Hanten and Meske's machines doing a fine job of filling in for the humans no longer in the band. There's nine tracks here (or 11 if you get the compact disc, it's got two excellent bonus cuts, about an extra 10 minutes), nicely varied, some songs more pretty and placid, others droning further into deep space than before. They can be quite melodic, for instance "Future/Past" is one of those lovely lovelies that makes us think of our favorite Cluster jams (with sequencer patterns calculated to send you into a blissed out trance, getting into proto-Aphex Twin territory). And then they also bring the John Carpenter style suspense film disco grooves on the likes of "Live Line", too. So, like Electric Day, super recommended!
You will like You, if you are at all like us.
We never know what to expect from Richard Youngs, after years and years and tons of releases, a sound that runs the gamut from wild free form ur-drone skree, to tangled guitar / Casio crunch, to dreamy deconstructed shimmer, to hushed folky ambience, to electronics laced layered vocal soundscaping, even to Youngs just reading train tickets, not to mention about a million collaborations, many of them noisy and seriously out there, a proper pop record is maybe the last thing we might have expected. Which is good, cuz this is anything but a proper pop record. But it IS a pop record. And we're talking POP record. All of Youngs' music has had melodic and pop elements, but this is the first time he's totally gone for it, crafting a set of truly pop songs, albeit, filtered through his distinctly cracked sonic sensibility.
On a dare from a friend, Youngs created this pop song suite, which was then released as a super limited micro cd-r edition on said friend's label, but now, finally, Beyond The Valley Of The Ultrahits in unveiled to the public at large, which will no doubt appeal to a whole new audience, and will most likely also alienate older fans who might not be so open to such unabashed melodiousness, but we're loving it. Really when you get right down to it though, the hype around this record has been a bit overblown, it's not like Youngs hasn't spent a good deal of his career crafting proper songs, crooning and playing piano or acoustic guitar, playing some sort of folk or prog, but always it was a sound that seemed to constantly flirt with the boundaries of pop music, so to long time fans, this record might not seem all that far out, but at the same time, it's just so catchy, reminding us more of groups like the Moles or the Chills or even the Smiths, a sort of heartfelt twee pop, the vocals absolutely the focal point, the music muted and merely background for Youngs' crooning popsmithery. The rhythms skitter, while guitars and organs whir and swirl creating streaks of sound, a hushed minimal backdrop for this retro almost new wave sounding pop, sequenced synths, processed rhythms, but it's the melodies and the vocals that define the music, "Like A Sailor" totally sounds like something you might have heard on MTV in the eighties, a sound that would fit pretty comfortably alongside songs by Talk Talk, Ultravox, Echo And The Bunnymen and the like.
But it's Youngs, so it's not nearly that simple, a swirling pop song will be laced with some grinding buzzing crunch, but also some super catchy, almost cheesy lead guitar, then the whole song will be wrapped in a gauzy otherworldly haze, other songs get almost funky, the bass becoming more pronounced, reminding us a lot of The Style Council, all soulful and shimmery, but then the record will shift gears again, and Youngs will pair vocals with some electronic rhythms, multitracking his voice, strange harmonies and falsettos battling with the strange swooping rhythm underneath, and then it's right back into something more straight ahead and poppily new wave. Here and there, Youngs melds minimal folk to this new pop sound, or infuses some tracks with John Carpenter like synths, and that sort of eighties action movie credits vibe that's so popular with the hypnogogic pop crowd, but when wedded to crazy catchy off kilter pop, Youngs creates something entirely new, or perhaps not strictly 'new', but a sound that's original but with enough of a retro new wave vibe, that everyone into the cold wave / synth wave revival, who are up for a poppier take on that sound, might end up as obsessed with this record as we are.
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You can count on Scotland's Richard Youngs to make great records, whether he's in experimental mode, or folk troubadour mode, or both. Beyond that it's not always easy to know what to expect, though this new one seems comfortably familiar, falling into the melancholic folk zone, Summer Through My Mind being a lovely, lovely (and lonely) album of Youngs' voice and guitar strum. There's some harmonica and slide guitar twang giving this a down home, country-ish vibe, naturally channelling ancient Brit-folk balladry as well into its sad, sparse soundworld.
Youngs' singing is more about the emotive timbre of his wistful, high voice than rhyme or meter - he could probably sing the phone book, accompanied by his pensive, plaintive guitar, and it would sound hypnotic and heartfelt. However, his lyrics are in fact more interesting than that.
One track, "Story Of Jhon", is narrated in spoken form by special guest (and fellow lo-fi folkie) Simon Joyner, while Youngs sings the same words, echoing in overdubbed, overlapping fashion what Joyner just read. It's effective at somehow giving the story/song more weight and import, and a sense of timelessness. But, it's also a tad bit much after a while, the track being over ten minutes long, and so THAT particular piece might not bear repeat listens quite as much as the others on here, however. Many of which wherein Youngs also often doubles his own singing voice, and repeats phrases mantra-like, as on the even lengthier "Spin Me Endless In The Universe" - but there's, you know, nobody talking (sorry Simon). That one is lovely for the duration; and also, ferinstance, we could happily hear Youngs sing the record's title track over and over again, in blissful reverie, until summer does indeed roll around yet again!
We talk a lot about music that puts us in a spell, or drones that elevate us to some hypnotic state of mind, but what's much even more rare, is to achieve one of those states, while also tapping into something more personal and immediate and intimate and haunting. Richard Youngs is a sonic shamen, conjuring up musical rituals that never fail to entrance and ensorcell us, we've raved about so many of his records in the past and his newest outing is definitely another winner, and is striking such a deep chord with us. His use of vocal repetition transforms these songs into otherworldly mantras, that we find ourselves NEEDING to listen to on a daily basis. With hazy instrumentation and hypnotic loops as the musical bed, Under Stellar Stream sounds like a magical collaboration between Robert Wyatt and William Basinski, as Youngs manages to merge a deep emotional impact with shimmery, softly nuanced dreaminess.
Listening to Under Stellar Stream evokes the sensation of watching an incredibly intense and beautiful film. Understated and emotional piano fluttering delicately, the sound restrained, yet expansive, the last two tracks if stripped of the vocals would sound right at home on an Andrew Chalk record. While Youngs definitely has a large devoted following we really think folks who might not have heard his records, but love the more haunting side of folks like Bonnie Prince Billy and Smog, might find much to love in the mysterious sound world of Richard Youngs. So fitting that the day we got this it was pouring outside as these are sounds so perfect for grey skies and rainfall, just standing beneath the bruised sky letting the raindrops fall where they may. Totally moving and gorgeous!
Folk-psych masterpiece out of Teheran, Iran circa 1976. With incredibly rich instrumentation and orchestration as a backdrop, Pari Zangeneh's voice soars with such soft strength. We're reminded a lot of some of the amazing psych gems from Turkey that we've dug so much like Mogollar and Selda but with less funk in the mix and much more lush folk running through the sound. In fact, Zangeneh sounds quite a bit like a Persian version of Vashti Bunyan at times, albeit with a bit more bravado and color in her delivery. She is still performing all these years later, and while this record is now over three decades old it still sounds so timeless and compelling. We imagine modern day psych-folksters like White Magic, Espers, and Dungen would find tons of inspiration in these mystical and delightful sounds, we sure do!
This was originally released as a super limited cd-r, and people dug it so much we could barely keep it in stock. Now the fine folks at Bo'Weavil have reissued it as a proper cd, packaged in a gorgeous fold out thick paper sleeves with extensive liner notes and an insert printed with a brief history of Zecharia's life, the whole thing housed in a thick plastic sleeve. Still limited, to 500 copies this time, so not sure how long these will be around. Also included on the reissue are two bonus remix tracks!
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be in the Middle East, on a hot sweltering day, with the dust, the scorching sun, and all of that history surrounding you on all sides, letting that intensity overwhelm you and opening your ears to a wondrous world of beautiful and mysterious sounds? Well here it is! Recorded in Jerusalem in 1980 and previously only available as a homemade cassette and later as a cd-r until now, this is a whole disc of Zadik Zecharia furiously rocking the zorna, an instrument most of us had never even heard of until now!! Born in a small village in Kurdistan before moving to Israel in 1950, Zecharia has dedicated his life to playing the zorna (a traditional Kurdish instrument somewhat similar to a longer more narrow trumpet or Scottish bagpipe). This record doesn't let up for a single second. The moment it starts Zecharia is taken over by the power of his instrument and the fugue state he must descend into to elicit such amazing passionate sounds. You get the feeling that there is no time to pause, no time to think, no time to even take a breath.
When I (Irwin) had the amazing opportunity to be in the Middle East in 2000, I remember walking through street markets, standing on the border of Syria and Israel, feeling years of charged history, pain, and passion, right there beneath my feet, and all around me. Taking off my headphones I was immediately overtaken by the myriad of sounds baking in the desert heat. Those moments were magic, and it all seemed to come together perfectly, and for just a moment it felt possible to forget about hate, war, religion and politics. This record takes me back to that place more then anything I've ever heard. Like the best snake charmer records, the kind of music that grabs you by the ankles and sweeps you off your feet, this has the same hard hitting intensity, with an underlying energy that feels boundless and endless. If you've been to the store recently you've probably noticed the nonstop construction going on outside. So for hours at a time we've been hearing drilling and pounding and the sounds of asphalt being torn apart. When the Zecharia has been playing in the store, the combination of all that commotion and the wailing zorna has made for one of the most amazing high voltage drone drenched pounding creations we've ever heard. But even on its own, this record has the ability to take your body hostage, every listen literally forcing various parts of your body to break out in uncontrollable movement. The dola drum which accompanies the zorna helps create a simple backbeat that balances Zecharia's fiery melodic frenzies. A musical fire that you never want to see extinguished. Recommended with more exclamation points than we have room to print!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! etc...
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We knew nothing about this Zenlo fellow when this arrived in the mail, but just the sight of his somewhat sleazy, sexy and mysterious photo on the cover and the fact that Porter records has been releasing so much interesting stuff, definitely piqued our interest.
What we discovered was in fact a total outsider classic! An Italian who has lived in London and elsewhere, the sounds Zenlo creates are truly the work of someone in their own unique and singular world. It's not quite clear but apparently his was all recorded in the early '80s, and all the songs here are supposedly completely improvised affairs with only first takes laid to tape. Using an array of instruments and wonderfully clunky electronics, Skelethal Antics roams worlds that are both bizarre and beautiful. The record begins with several tracks that feature some seriously damaged saxophone along with spaced out drum machines and an overall sound that feels as if its about to collapse and self destruct, but somehow manages to prevail in such intriguing ways. While the first several tracks do feature some serious horn time that does test our sax-phobia, luckily as the record goes on it becomes much more about slow and melting sounds created with organs, Casio, harmonica, guitar, electronics and and an untuned upright piano. Sounds buzzing with tension and awkward emotions. The perfect soundtrack to some lost avant-horror film.
There are moments on the record that remind us of the early dark sounds of Cabaret Voltaire and it could even be the musical bed for some of today's equally eccentric outsiders like John Maus and Ariel Pink. It also has a nice '70s exploratory kraut/space/prog rock feel and an overall schizophrenic disposition that allows for moments that veer from Ariel Kalma to Ariel Pink. We could imagine everyone from Acid Mothers Temple to Goblin fans finding something to love here. Most of all we love how totally DIY the whole thing was. And it sounds like it. In a good way! This was truly the work of someone locked up in their basement with little care for popular trends but instead voyaging into their wild imagination to create something totally new and weird. It will always be the true eccentrics that manage to move us the most with their music, and Skelethal Antics leaves us shaking our head in disbelief, finding it hard to accept that something weird and wonderful could have escaped us and almost everyone for so long...
This is one of those reviews that's both so exciting yet daunting to write. Trying to describe in mere words how a record has totally taken over our ears and left us in awe of its power, intensity, not to mention its incredible sound. We have always loved what we've heard from Zola Jesus in the past. But something has changed and the bar has been raised seriously high with this new ep. Without a doubt, one of the most mesmerizing and entrancing records we've heard all year. Zola Jesus has left behind the layers, noisiness and muddled sound of her past efforts and found her way to something much more clear, emotional, epic, haunting and so precisely focused.
There is definitely something to be said for quality control. The six songs on Stridulum are all practically perfect, not a wasted note, not a throw away line, each and every one has already seemed to seep into our subconscious, to get stuck in our head, and to resonate at such a deep level. With a sound like classic '80s Siouxsie revamped for the oughts, dark and ominous with soaring and strong vocal that leave no room for doubt. She means every single note, every single word, every single sentiment , that she expresses with such undying spirit on this record.
In lots of ways this transition to a new more focused and intense sound reminds us a lot of the leap that John Maus made when he released Love Is Real. While his past outings were eccentric, cool and weird, Love Is Real felt like a statement, a totally unique vision that had the ability to capture your attention right away and keep you coming back for more. That's what Stridulum is like, Zola Jesus demonstrates that her music doesn't rely on some sort of noise / FX aesthetic or trendy sound (lo-fi, washed out, layered drones, etc.) but that she is an artist with a truly unique and special vision. Don't get us wrong, we loved her past records and we love so much of the music that has come out in the last few years that is aligned with many of the aforementioned musical trends but there comes a time when you want to hear something that really feels like it has weight, strength and something true to say. More songs than sound, more music, than art.
There is no other way to say it, we have been totally intoxicated by this record. It's under our skin, on the tip of our tongues. It's made its way into our heads and every part of our body. It's both so physically moving and emotionally present. We also think its one of those records that could appeal to so many different folks. People who dig all sorts of sounds: Kate Bush, Fever Ray, Chromatics, Siouxsie & The Banshees, Bat For Lashes, Nico, PJ Harvey, The Creatures, Diamanda Galas, John Maus, Joy Division, Blessure Grave, Jarboe, Bjork, White Magic, Cold Cave, Bauhaus, Patti Smith, etc. With Stridulum, Zola Jesus has really carved out her own unique niche, positioning herself as one of the most interesting, original and exciting music makers in the underground these days. What makes it even more impressive is that she is barely twenty one years old and somehow manages to find time to go to school when not creating these sublime sounds. We're almost scared (in a good way) of what her future holds. This is the sound of someone truly coming into their own and owning their moment with such fierce clarity and hypnotic power. Absolutely stunning!
Zombi must feel like Neurosis did back in the day. Returning after a few years with a brand new record, only to gaze out on a sea of bands who sounded just like them. And discovering that their sound, in their brief absence, had become an actual genre, and a ridiculously overpopulated one at that. But like Neurosis, Zombi return as royalty, their cinematic space psych and soundtracky synthscapes untouchable, even by the legions of wannabes, fellow Carpenter / Goblin worshippers all, Umberto, Applehead, Zander Harris, Gatekeeper, Dylan Ettinger, Nightsatan, Roll The Dice, Soft Metals and all the rest, as good as they may be, and as much as we dig all of them, still bow before this dynamic duo, whose epic stretches of spaced out synths are wrapped around REAL drums, propulsive and powerful, the sound a perfect hybrid of washed out retro-futuristic synth swirl, and churning kraut flecked post rock, the tracks extended trancelike epics, the pulsing synth bass looped and mesmerizing, peppered with warm melodic swells, the drums pounding out equally mesmerizing tribal rhythms. The opening title track here sounds almost too short at 7 minutes, and like it could erupt at any moment into a second, even more epic movement, but instead, remains locked tight, cyclical and hypnotically repetitive.
The next few tracks slip closer to the cosmic dancefloor, wild squalls of tangled synths, woozy, melancholy melodies, but again, the real drums make all the difference, on "Slow Oscillations" adding some awesome rapidfire fills and flecking the grooves with little bits of double kick filigree, while on "DE3" twisting up a classic disco rhythm into something a bit more fierce, anchoring the new age swirl, all building to a seriously epic sci-fi climax. "Shrunken Heads" is a minimal groover, the synth buzzy and distorted, but the rhythm more programmed sounding, a looped chase scene soundtrack, tense and intense and darkly propulsive.
"Time Of Troubles" finishes things off, beginning with a hazy cloud of softly swirling sun dappled synth shimmer, and then big ominous low end, the perfect ending, especially if Escape Velocity was actually an eighties soundtrack, you can almost imagine the credits rolling as the hero and his motley gang of intergalactic misfits walk off off into the alien sunset, the sound majestic, but minor key and a little bit melancholy, the drums adding a sort of kraut/post rock vibe, totally mesmerizing, and definitely making us wish the deliriously over the top cover art (replete with running naked women and, yes, a Delorean, gull wing doors wide open, on what appears to be the floor of a sauna floating in a blue sky) was in fact a real film, and this was the soundtrack!
Even ravers and bangers have to come down sometime. After releasing two of the most uptempo, neon bright and relentless electronic albums of the last few years, Zomby is ready to show off other sides of his sonic scope. If Where Were You In '92 was him swallowing the ecstasy, and One Foot Ahead Of The Other, was him peaking on the dance floor, then Dedication is the dramatic and elegant coming down.
Stepping away from manic blasts of color, Dedication finds Zomby in a much more eerie, haunting and sensual state of sound. It's a lot like a musical version of when you first meet someone who you are so in to, they're always the life of the party and so fun to be around, but then you actually get to know them and they show you some different sides of their personality and you end up loving their spirit and soul, whether they are jumping up and down or feeling reflective and melancholy.
Dedication is a record that will hopefully bring Zomby to a whole new audience, but those who loved those first two blasts of manic musical ecstasy that were those first two records, should really try to get past the shock of the slow down, and listen a few times and let the music here seep into their bones. We hear some of our favorite moments of Squarepusher, Autechre, and Aphex Twin records, doused in a sensibility that's so fluid and infectious. We're always so excited when an electronic musician we love makes it obvious that they are in it for the long haul, as their ability to craft shapes, sounds and feelings transcends any one momentary trend in the always flavor of the month electronic scene. Zomby is here to stay, and this album proves it!
Holy shit!!!! This has been in absolute constant rotation for us since we got it and sadly it's taken a while for us to get enough to list but here it is and we think it's going to be tough to beat this as the best electronic record of the year! Think 8-bit rave bangers with mescaline fueled glow sticks and you start to get an idea of the charged, frantic and colorful world Zomby have created with One Foot Ahead Of The Other.
Zomby manage to tap into all the aspects of electronic music we love and comes across almost like a new supercharged version of skweee! But the greatness of Zomby is that the songs and sounds on One Foot Ahead Of Another screams FUCK LABELS LET'S REACH SONIC LEVELS OF ECSTASY! while the rest of the electronic music world is constantly divided into way too many confusing sub-genres. This transcends all that, big time!
While past Zomby releases have aligned the 'group' with the dubstep scene, Zomby really does move to the beat of his own unique and unclassifiable rhythm. And the results are so fucking electrifying!
We're happy that there are no hidden cameras following us during our daily lives cuz when we have this on our headphones as we walk through the city we totally bust out impromptu contorted dance freakouts, cuz it's just totally impossible to stand still when this is playing. It has the same kind of frenetic energy that made us fall in love with folks like Aphex Twin and Squarepusher back in the day. One Foot Ahead Of The Other is the kind of record that folks like Black Dice, Fuck Buttons and Excepter all secretly wish they could make. Not a wasted moment to be found, all killer and no filler... and for sure one of our favorite records of the year!
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What if the ravers hijacked dubstep!? Well the UK's Zomby has done just that and we couldn't be more thrilled. We've selfishly been loving their 12"s but never were able to get enough to list, but with their debut full length we knew we had to make sure to let the world know just how much we love us some Zomby! Most faithful AQ list readers know that how much we dig so much of the dubstep that's come out in the last couple years, but we will also be the first to admit that it's a genre that can tend to get very same-y, so Zomby's sound here is so refreshing and invigorating, especially in a scene that was in some dire needs of some playful spirit and a bit more flamboyant charisma.
Imagine Benge mixed with Deee-Lite and you start to get the idea of what kind of ecstatic territory Zomby is dancing, stomping and having so much fun all over. The title of the record makes no apologies for their love of the early '90s rave/house scene yet they give it a nuanced facelift dipped in the sweat of dubstep that pretty much blows away anything we can remember coming out of that scene. While so many dubstep artists are so dark and serious, often to the point of self-parody, Zomby brings a levity and sense of play to the table that's not only much needed but he also imbues his sound with so much spirit and soul. We imagine this blasting at after-partys in the dressing rooms of everyone from Pinch to the Basement Jaxx. It's so cool that someone has found a way to bring the dark and brooding elements of dubstep that we love and light them on fire with dance floor hi-jinks and an wickedly irreverent spirit. So damn good!
Another gorgeous and mysterious collection of lo-fi, ritualistic, minimal, otherworldly psychedelia from Asa Osborn, aka Zomes, one time guitarist for legendary Baltimore hypno rockers Lungfish. And like his former bandmate, Daniel Higgs, the repetition and trancelike orchestrations of those Lungfish songs carried over to his new project. Higgs of course blossomed into a strangely inspiring psychedelic shaman, a wandering troubadour, as likely to perform a laughing solo as he is to do a whole set of solo jaw harp, Zomes became similarly shamanistic, with the minimal cyclical heavy rock of his former outfit transformed into something altogether more hushed and mediative, a series of miniature tone poems, simple melodies, spare arrangements, skeletal rhythms, each track, a simple, slow shifting soundscape of warm whirs, and muted thrum, of ethereal shimmer and bleary shuffle, of reverbed celestial drift and slo-mo kraut-drone dirgery, all the tracks woven deftly into a haunting alien songsuite, a hazy soundtrack to outer space drift and innerspace exploration.
Even more than Zomes' debut, Earth Grid manages the impossible task of being both even more simple and sparse, while being more rich and lush, and somehow more polished.
Earth Grid plays almost like a collection of fragments, each a glimpse into the ether, a peek behind the curtain, any of these songs could have been stretched out to sprawling trancelike raga lengths, but the economy in composition and instrumentation extends to song length too, with each impossibly catch sonic shard leaving us wanting more, at least until we're engulfed by the spirit and sound of the next brief bit of repetitive and meditative lumber and drift.
The record begins with "Openings", which is maybe the most 'rock' sounding Zomes track yet, and almost sounds like a Lunfish song slowed down to a crawl, the beat distorted and lumberingly propulsive, while the main melodies wheezes over a thick undulating buzz. "Pilgrim Traveler" is also drenched in buzz and fuzz (as is much of Earth Grid), and again harkens back to Lungfish, a woozy melody drifts over some thick lugubrious riffing (and it's strange what a similar melodic sense Higgs And Osborne have, must be all the years spent in a band together, cuz much of Earth Grid could easily be translated to Higgs' current sound).
"Melody, The Prism" is one of our favorites, a murky muddied beat, buried under some dark dreamy
low end thrum, a creeping, ominous krautrock lumber, but laced with sweet little melodic trills, but then there's "Stark Reality", a similarly gauzy rhythmic sprawl, and "Youth Of The Beast" which is Zomes at its doomiest, but interspersed amidst all this dark energy, there is plenty of light, dreamy, drifty, sun dappled kosmische folk drift, languid tangles of layered soft buzzing melody and lush expanses of blurred fuzz drenched krautdrone shimmer, at times sounding a bit like the cosmic alien folk of Amps For Christ, and at others, more of a sweetly serene, ethereal swirl, all washed out and spectral, and so fantastically dreamy.
Super striking minimal psychedelic cover art, geometric designs in white tape on a black background. The lp version includes a download coupon too...
The magic of the band Lungfish, was that they didn't approach their songs like songs. More like loops or pieces. Each of their 'songs' was a single riff, locked into trancelike repetition, rife with subtle tonal variation, but ultimately, almost static and incredibly mesmerizing. The band somehow propulsive while managing to not move forward, but instead looping in on themselves. Even Lungfish offshoot duo the Pupils displayed the same affinity for repetition, almost like a stripped down acoustic Lungfish, letting the vocals of frontman Daniel Higgs carry the melody, while the guitar and rhythm formed the mesmerizingly repetitive support.
So when Higgs took off on his own, his music was appropriately cyclical and looped and trancelike, so it seemed the root of Lungfish's sound was in fact to be found in the personal soundworld of Higgs. Or so we thought until now.
Zomes is the solo project of Lungfish / Pupils guitarist Asa Osborne, and the sound nears a remarkable resemblance to the solo work of his ex-partner Higgs. Short tracks, each centered around a single melodic figure, the sound allowed to shift subtly, but ultimately locked into a mesmerizing loop. Whether it's heavily effected guitar, simple muted tribal drumming, chiming guitar harmonics, whether the sound is dense and fuzzed out, or spare and spacious, Osborne conjures up a gorgeous world of trancelike sound. Maybe we were premature in declaring Higgs the music shaman of Lungfish. Perhaps the power of Lungfish stemmed from the shamanistic energy of two like minded musical seers. Zomes seems to make that abundantly clear. However, where much of Higgs' solo work is steeped in crumbling distortion, glowing with a burning intensity, Osborne's sounds seem to do just the opposite, to lope lazily, to drift dreamily. Just as powerful, sometimes almost as intense, almost Lungfish like once in a while, certainly just as mesmeric, but instead of threatening to crumble or explode, they are content to just spread and sprawl, sun dappled and dreamlike, the sound lush in its lo-fi hiss and buzz, the actual instrumentation simple, often a single guitar, and a single drum, sometimes even less, but it's the melodies, it's the timbre and the quality of the recording, the immediacy, the subdued power lurking within these slow soft spirituals, the reveals Osborne to be the musical shaman his past outfits have only hinted at. So gorgeous and sublime, mysterious and so so powerful. Zomes has been spinning NONSTOP around here over the last few weeks, and once you finally immerse yourself in the sounds of Zomes, it won't be difficult to see why. Now we can't seem to stop fantasizing about them reuniting, not as Lungfish, but as some impossibly mind expanding ritualistic future trance space bliss innerspace drone duo. Maybe someday...
One of our favorite Record Store Day offerings has been repressed, and is now also available on cd as well.
A Lament for Epirus compiles 78 rpm recordings of Greek violinist Alexis Zoumbas, and it's a stunningly melancholy collection of solo recordings (though some tracks are accompanied by cymbalon and bowed bass) that showcase the joys and grief of life in the mountainous region of Northwestern Greece where Zoumbas hails from. Reminding us of those funerary violin cd-rs we had awhile back ago, Zoumbas of course is the real deal, and you can feel every beautiful ache in each note he conjures. Fantastic stuff!
