the pleasures of the familiar
So I sorta fell silent and haven’t been posting much lately. This is due, in large part, to having accumulated a huge pile of music that is entirely new to me. It doesn’t help that it would be difficult for me to write about much of this music even given the advantage of intimate familiarity; most of it was obscure to begin with, and is abstract verging on the obtuse. Jazzy krautrock improv from Scandinavia, broad-spectrum wiggly noise bursts, ramshackle protean compositions that were coming unraveled even as they were recorded: these are highly individual outbursts of noise and creativity, and even when they’re affiliated with a time and a place or from a reasonably well-known artist (depending on how well-known you think Nurse With Wound is), they’re difficult to describe.
But that’s not really an excuse or a complete explanation. The simple truth is that spending sustained periods of time listening to music I’ve never heard before erases my ability to talk about music at all. There are albums where I can confidently say, after a single listen, “I like this,” or “this doesn’t interest me,” but for the most part the stuff I’ve been listening to lately resists that kind of immediate judgment. I can tell after hearing Mnemonists’ Horde or Rota-Limbs for the first time that they’re both interesting and exciting, but I lack the words for putting that fascination into concrete terms, and given the tiny audience for this kind of music, just saying “this rox u shud listn 2 it” isn’t going to do much for anyone. Especially when I don’t really know how I feel about it myself.
I think that explains why I’ve fallen off the soundwagon a little in the last few weeks and have spent some time listening to stuff that’s a little less demanding. There have been a number of great new records put out over the last month, too: the Breeders erase time with a miraculously good / unpretentious / direct set of songs on Mountain Battles, as accomplished as anything they’ve done since Safari; Torche’s new record, Meanderthal, is almost as good as their monstrous debut, putting the “thunder” in “thunder pop”; M83 have returned from the wilds of Elektronikaslavia with a newer, sleeker sound and a new album, the aptly named Saturdays = Youth; and a Dutch label has released a remastered version of OMD’s brilliant Dazzle Ships, with its incredibly infectious New Wave hit single that never was, “Genetic Engineering”. These are the things I find myself returning to when the stress of moving (oh yeah – I’m preparing to move me and my enormous pile of media across town) overwhelms my ability to deal with hours on end of square waves and rambling percussive scree.
But I’m going to try to suck it up and deal, both by documenting the enormous piles of stuff I’ve continued to add to my collection, as well as trying to come up with some kind of game plan for talking about it. It’ll probably be fragmentary and incomplete, but that’s what blogs are, aren’t they?
William Bennett so much to answer for
One of the things that sucks about being an atheist is recognizing that there are people who are going to escape the cosmic judgment they so obviously deserve. While his crimes are minor next to the usual suspects (Hitler, Stalin, Reagan, etc), William Bennett’s bush-league ass-hattery should have earned him some kind of divine smackdown. If not for his rampant, flamboyant misogyny as the leader of Whitehouse, perhaps for his habit of gratuitously overdubbing Nazi speeches over the music he released on his various record labels (Come Organisation, Susan Lawly). I get the appeal of transgression and abjection – without which industrial music would not exist – but Bennett has made a life’s work out of crossing the line between artful, ironized misanthropy into being a boring, hateful dick.
It bugs me that Surgeon decided to adopt Whitehouse as his iconic industrial totem / spirit animal. Why not SPK? They were blatantly confrontational, even if they went downhill very quickly, and “Slogun” is arguably the original version of Surgeon’s personal form of harsh, stark techno.
*brrgblglabblgrrbl* *GASP* *brrglblrg*
The problem with drinking from a firehose is that sometimes you asplode. This just happened to me, and I’m trying to deal with it by sharing my total insanity with you, the semi-random passersby on the internet.
As I’ve mentioned several times, I recently discovered the awe-inspiring zombie amusement park that is Blogspot’s coterie of MP3 blogs. I’d never really paid them much attention before, because most of my exposure to MP3 blogs had been through dodgy Eastern European metal blogs that were dedicated to scene rips of upcoming releases, and I’m really not all that into pissing all over the people who make my favorite music, which is basically what these blogs are all about (somebody has to pay for music, somehow, if it’s going to continue to be made).
However, Mutant Sounds and its brethren opened my eyes to the vast amount of music that exists in a twilit state with respect to copyright; thanks to the Sonny Bono Copyright Term Extension Act™, most of the recordings shared via these blogs won’t be public domain until the end of this century – if ever – yet the vast majority of this material can be had neither via love, money, nor diligent browsing of GEMM. Most of the artists involved really don’t seem to care, as the bloggers are all pretty careful to avoid posting material that is readily available, and in some cases the creators send the blog owners better-quality recordings of their own material to replace inferior rips.
It didn’t help that one of the first of these blogs I discovered, dualtrack, has posted nearly every record I deeply coveted between 1989 and 1992. I sometimes forget that I got my start as a major music nerd through RE/Search’s Industrial Culture Handbook, but when I was learning about this stuff, I was also your average broke college kid and therefore could only read about these records in The Ooze’s monthly new-releases newsletter, saving up for stuff I really, really wanted, like :zoviet*france: reissues on CD or the occasional bizarre overindulgence. Now that I’m all grown up, most of those records, CDs and cassettes are beyond gone, appearing only in Amoeba’s used bins or on eBay (sometimes for plainly hurtful prices). It was with delight bordering on awe that I discovered that almost all of these records I’d been searching for for many, many years were freely available, generally with high-quality scans of the included artwork.
So, armed with a not entirely flimsy rationalization, a sense of burning need, and a month’s Premium subscription to Rapidshare, I went completely bonkers. Most of the stuff on this list came from either dualtrack, The Thing on the Doorstep, No Longer Forgotten Music, Rusted Noise, Mutant Sounds, Phoenix Hairpins, Boomkat, Amoeba and Other Music Digital. (NOTE TO RECORD LABEL FOLK: My copy of Amy Winehouse’s Back to Black is on a shiny aluminized plastic platter purchased new from Amoeba Records, with the latest lame cover art you have chosen for it. The original cover art was much nicer. Thank you for your attention.) A lot of it I even bought, as I took this opportunity to fill in long-standing gaps in my collection. As you can see, it would take me a very long time to even summarize what’s here, so I’m going to leave that to other postings. Suffice it to say that just about every weird kind of music you can imagine, and some you probably can’t (the Masstishaddhu record, in particular, defies description to anyone who hasn’t already heard it).
It’s going to take me weeks to listen to all this stuff, much less comprehend it. There’s a lot of amazing, weird and profound music in here.
- ABGS: Werkbeschallung: Live
- Abwärts: Amok Koma
- Gunter Adler: Minute Music
- Gunter Adler: Polysyntetica
- Gunter Adler: The Silver Book
- Ain Soph: Kshatriya
- Alpha Omega: Electronic Mind Project
- Au Revoir Simone: The Bird of Music
- Autonomic Computing: Mutantextures
- Henry Badowski: Life is a Grand
- Erykah Badu: New Amerykah, Part 1: 4th World War
- Biochemical Dread: Bush Doctrine
- Biota: Rackabones / Vagabones
- Bipol: Ritual
- Black Sun Ensemble: Black Sun Ensemble
- Blacworld: Subduing Demons (In South Yorkshire)
- Burning Witch: Crippled Lucifer
- Monte Cazazza: To Mom on Mother’s Day / Candy Man
- C-Schulz: 7. Party Disco
- C-Schulz: 10. Hose Horn
- Chrome: Alien Soundtracks
- Chrome: Half Machine Lip Moves
- Chrome: 3rd from the Sun
- Chrystal Belle Scrodd: The Inevitable Chrystal Belle Scrodd Record
- Coil / Zos Kia: Transparent
- Cold Sun: Dark Shadows
- Cosey Fanni Tutti: Time to Tell
- Cranioclast: A Con Cristal
- Cranioclast: Koitlaransk / Ration Skalk
- Crash Worship: This
- Crawling Chaos: Sex Machine / Berlin
- Helios Creed: X-Rated Fairy Tales / Superior Catholic Finger
- Crispy Ambulance: From the Cradle to the Grave
- Crispy Ambulance: Live on a Hot August Night
- Crispy Ambulance: Sexus
- Crispy Ambulance: The Plateau Phase
- Crispy Ambulance: Unsightly and Serene
- Crispy Ambulance: Live at the ICA
- Current 93 & HÖH: Crowleymass
- Current 93 / Nurse With Wound: Mi-Mort
- Daft Punk: Alive 2007
- Danava: UnonoU
- Danielle Dax: Pop-Eyes
- Danielle Dax: Jesus Egg That Wept
- Danielle Dax: Inky Bloaters
- Danielle Dax: The Janice Long Session
- Danielle Dax: Comatose Non Reaction: The Thwarted Pop Career
- Amy Denio: No Bones
- Dead Meadow: Old Growth
- Dethklok: The Dethalbum
- Die Form / Asmus Tietchens: Face to Face, Volume 1
- Die Form: Duality
- DF Sadist School: Les Cent Vingt Journées de Sodome
- Doxa Sinistra: Via del Latte
- Drowning Craze: Trance / I Love the Fjords
- Frankie Dymon, Jr.: Let It Out
- Earth: The Bee Made Honey In The Lions Skull
- Einstürzende Neubauten: Kollaps
- Einstürzende Neubauten: Zeichnungen des Patienten OT
- Elohim: A L’Aube Du Verseau
- Erste Weibliche Fleischergesellin Nach 1945: Ferien Auf Dem Lande
- Étant Donnés: Aurore
- Étant Donnés: L’eclipse
- Étant Donnés: Re-Up
- Etat Brut: Mutations et Protheses
- Exterminator: Anna Blume
- Factrix: Empire of Passion
- Factrix: Scheintot
- Fanzine: 1980
- Fanzine: 1981
- Fanzine: 1982
- File Under Pop: Heathrow
- Brigitte Fontaine & Areski: L’incendie
- Brigitte Fontaine & Art Ensemble of Chicago: Comme à la Radio
- Freiwillige Selbstkontrolle: Telinehmende Beobachtung
- The Fugs: First Album
- The Fugs: Second Album
- BC Gilbert & G Lewis: Ends With the Sea
- The Gothic Archies: The Tragic Treasury: Songs from “A Series of Unfortunate Events”
- Bruce Haack: Electric Lucifer: Book 2
- Bruce Haack: The Electric Lucifer
- Hanadensha: Acoustic Mothership
- Hanadensha: Astral Pigmy Wave
- Hanadensha: Doobie Shining Love
- Hip Hop Pantsula: YBA 2 NW
- Lars Hollmer: Fran Natt Idag
- Lars Hollmer: Vill Du Höra Mer
- Lars Hollmer: XII Sibirska Cyklar
- Hoola Bandoola Band: Fri Information
- Hoola Bandoola Band: Garanterate Individuell
- Hoola Bandoola Band: På Väg
- Hoola Bandoola Band: Vem Kan Man Lita På?
- The Horrorist: Attack Decay
- The Human League: Being Boiled
- The Human League: The Dignity of Labour
- Hunting Lodge: Tribal Warning Shot
- In the Woods…: Three by Seven on a Pilgrimage
- Islaja: Meritie
- Kallabris: Considération sur / sous lé café
- Richard H Kirk: Darkness at Noon
- Richard H Kirk: Disposable Half-Truths
- Kotazo: Papy Mbavu / Papa Komanda
- Korpiklaani: Korven Kuningas
- Korpiklaani: Spirit of the Forest
- Korpiklaani: Voice of Wilderness
- Lava: Tears Are Goin’ Home
- Thomas Leer & Robert Rental: The Bridge
- Lemon Kittens: Spoonfed and Writhing
- Lemon Kittens: The Big Dentist
- Lemon Kittens: We Buy a Hammer for Daddy
- Lesbian: Power Hor
- Liquid Sound Company: Exploring the Psychedelic
- Machinic Indices: Untitled Kompositions
- Malombra: Malombra
- Masstishaddhu: Shekinah
- Men/Eject: Men/Eject
- Metabolist: Drömm
- Metabolist: Hansten Klork
- Metabolist: Identify
- The Metronomes: Regular Guys
- Mimir: Mimir
- Mimir: Mimyriad
- Mnemonists: Biota
- Mnemonists: Horde
- Moctan: Suspect
- Morphogenesis: Prochronisms
- Mysticum: In the Streams of Inferno
- nEGAPADRÉS.3.3: nEGAPADRÉS.3.3
- Joanna Newsom: Walnut Whales
- Joanna Newsom: Yarn and Glue
- Nocturnal Emissions: Spiritflesh
- Non: Mode of Infection / Knife Ladder
- Nurse With Wound / Spasm: Creakiness / Firemoon
- Nurse With Wound / Termite Queen: Nurse With Wound / Termite Queen
- Nurse With Wound / Organum: A Missing Sense / Rasa
- Nurse With Wound: A Sucked Orange
- Nurse With Wound: Brained by Falling Masonry
- Nurse With Wound: Crocodile Krazy Glue
- Nurse With Wound: The Musty Odour of Pierced Rectums
- Opal: Early Recordings 2
- Orchestra Terrestrial: Here and Elsewhere
- Organum: Horii
- Organum: Ikon
- Organum: Sphyx
- Organum: Tower of Silence
- Michael O’Shea: Michael O’Shea
- La Otracina: Fauna & Animated Floral Arrangements
- P16.D4: Distruct
- P16.D4: Kühe in 1/2 Trauer
- Penumbra: Skandinavien
- Permutative Distorsion: Brückenkopf im Niemandsland
- Pitch Black Afro: Split Endz
- Eddie Prévost / Organum: Flayed / Crux
- Problemist: 9 Times Sanity
- Project 197: IP001
- Pseudo Code: Europa
- Psychic TV: Allegory & Self
- Psychic TV: Dreams Less Sweet
- Psychic TV: Force Thee Hand ov Chance / Blinded Eye in Thee Pyramid
- Psychic TV: Mouth of the Night
- Psychic TV: NY Scum
- Punch Inc.: Fightclub
- The Raveonettes: Lust Lust Lust
- Steve Reich: Music for 18 Musicians
- Steve Reich: Tehellim & The Desert Music
- Steve Reich: Triple Quartet
- Steve Reich: You Are (Variations) / Cello Counterpoint
- Robert Rental: On Location / Double Heart
- The Residents: (I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction
- The Residents: Commercial Single
- Graeme Revell: The Insect Musicians
- The Revolving Paint Dream: Flowers in the Sky: The Enigma of the Revolving Paint Dream
- Boyd Rice and Friends: Music, Martinis & Misanthropy
- Salon Music: La Paloma Show
- Sandoz: In Dub: Chapter Two / Extra Time (Under the Stones)
- Shock Headed Peters: I, Bloodbrother Be
- Shock Headed Peters: The Kissing of Gods
- Sielwolf: IV
- Sielwolf: Nachtstrom
- Sielwolf: V - Remixes
- Sigillum S: 23|20
- Sigillum S: Bardo Thos-Grol
- Sigillum S: Studs and Divinity
- Sixth Comm: Grey Years
- Smegma: 33 1/3
- SPK: Slogun / Meccano
- SPK: Live At Garibaldi’s, 1979
- SPK: Information Overload Unit
- SPK: Auto Da Fe
- SPK: Leichenschrei
- SPK: Angst Pop: Live
- SPK: From Science to Ritual
- SPK: Human Post Mortem (Despair OST)
- SPK: Live at Pandora’s Music Box
- SPK: Live at the Crypt
- SPK: No More
- SPK: Off the Deep End
- SPK: See-Saw / Chamber Musik
- SPK: The Last Attempt at Paradise: Live in Lawrence, Kansas
- SPK: Wars of Islam: Live in Rome
- SPK: Machine Age Voodoo
- SPK: Metal Dance / Will to Power
- SPK: In Flagrante Delicto
- SPK: Zamia Lehmanni
- SPK: Gold & Poison
- SPK: Compilation Tracks (2nd version)
- Snakefinger: Manual of Errors
- Snakefinger: Chewing Hides the Sound
- Snakefinger: Greener Posters
- Sol Invictus: Lex Talionis
- Somatic Responses: Digital Darkness
- Spektr: Mescalyne
- Sun Ra: HelioCentric Worlds, Volumes 1 & 2
- Sweet Exorcist: Spirit Guide to Low Tech
- Symphonique Elegance: Act One
- Syrup Girls vs Sick Girls: Shotgun Wedding, Volume 8
- Teenage Jesus & The Jerks: Orphans / Less of Me
- Thick Pigeon: Thick Pigeon
- Throbbing Gristle: AR-TT-010
- Throbbing Gristle: United
- Throbbing Gristle: DOA: The Third and Final Report
- Throbbing Gristle: Adrenaline
- Throbbing Gristle: 20 Jazz Funk Greats
- Throbbing Gristle: Nothing Short of a Total War
- Throbbing Gristle: Rafters
- Throbbing Gristle: CD1
- Tools You Can Trust: Again Again Again
- Tools You Can Trust: Say It Low
- Tools You Can Trust: Sharpen the Tools
- Trop Tard: Ils etaient 9 dans L’obscurite
- Tuxedomoon: Dark Companion / 59 To 1 Remix
- Tuxedomoon: Desire / No Tears
- Tuxedomoon: What Use? / Crash
- Tuxedomoon: Joe Boy The Electric Ghost / Pinheads on the Move
- Tuxedomoon: Une Nuit au Fond de la Frayére / Egypt
- Tuxedomoon: Scream with a View
- Tuxedomoon: Half-Mute / Scream With a View
- Tuxedomoon: Ship of Fools
- Tuxedomoon: The Ghost Sonata
- Týr: Ragnarok
- Ultravox: Slow Motion
- Vas Deferens Organization: Zyzzybaloubah
- Verhören: Death is Safe
- Vidna Obmana: Noise / Drone Anthology 1984-1989
- Virgin Prunes: Heresie
- Von Zamla: No Make Up!
- Vox Populi! / HNAS: Face to Face, Volume 2
- Amy Winehouse: Back to Black
- Xasthur: A Gate Through Bloodstained Mirrors
- Damien Youth: Festival of Death
- Damien Youth: Fluttering Briar
- Damien Youth: The Man Who Invented God
- Z’ev: Elemental Music
- Z’ev: Salts of Heavy Metals
- Stefan Weisser: Poextensions
- Zahgurim: Moral Rearmament
- Zero Kama: The Secret Eye of L.A.Y.L.A.H.
- Zos Kia Meets Sugardog: That’s Heavy Baby
- v/a: 2005 Hands
- v/a: 4 in 1
- v/a: Ach Hanover
- v/a: Angst in My Pants
- Alban Berg / Anton Webern / Arnold Schoenberg / James Levine / Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra: Orchestral Pieces
- v/a: Can You Hear Me? Music from The Deaf Club
- v/a: Colorado
- v/a: Dada > Antidada > Merz
- v/a: Devastate to Liberate
- v/a: Dokument: Ten Highlights in the History Of Popular Music, 1982-1983
- v/a: Earthly Delights
- v/a: The Elephant Table Album
- v/a: Er Ist Tief Und Dein Wasser Ist Dunkel
- v/a: Feature Mist
- v/a: Fluxus Anthology
- v/a: Für Ilse Koch
- v/a: A Gnomean Haigonaimean: A Compilation of Fantasies Intoxication Concepts
- v/a: Gut Level One
- v/a: Hare / Hunter / Field
- v/a: Harmony of the Spheres
- v/a: Hate’s Our Belief
- v/a: Iberico
- v/a: Internationalism
- v/a: The Last Supper
- v/a: Machines
- v/a: Masse Mensch
- v/a: Palatine: The Factory Story
- v/a: Passage du Trou Marin
- v/a: Perpetual State of Oracular Dream
- v/a: Riposte
- v/a: A Selection
- v/a: Short Circuit: Live at the Electric Circus
- v/a: The Virus Has Been Spread: A D-Trash Records Tribute To Atari Teenage Riot
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I want to say something about the music Autechre’s been making for the last five years, but it’s hard to find the words. Autechre defined, more or less by themselves, a pure, electronic sound that, after their first three or four records, was indebted only theoretically to the electro and hip-hop that originally inspired them. It is now something entirely other, although they have a legion of followers who together constitute a dotted line connecting Autechre back to the techno continuum. Their music is rooted at least as much in the process and tools used to make it as any residual notions of traditional songcraft, and this can give their music, even at its most turgid, a glossy, intellectual sheen. It can also make it feel fathomlessly recursive and inhuman.
I sometimes end up feeling about Autechre the same way I do about the more abstruse electronic works of Iannis Xenakis (RIP) and Karlheinz Stockhausen (RIP). A piece of music (or, really, sound art) can be an aesthetically unimpeachable artifact of an intellectual process, and it can intimidate you with its recondite structure and alien sounds, but sometimes that’s insufficient if the work doesn’t lend itself to interpretation. I believe that Autechre spend a long time working out the structures they use, and are conscientious about shaping their aggressively experimental music into songs, but sometimes I feel like I have to take that too much on faith.
I will say that I feel that they’ve pulled themselves out of the creative dead end they were in when they made Confield; that album is one of the most frustrating CDs I own. Excerpted, it sounds brilliant, but despite concerted, repeated efforts to wrap my head around it, I’ve never been able to get it to stick. 30 seconds after hearing it, I’ve completely forgotten what it sounds like. It contains an hour of sound that mimics music without ever coalescing into songs – with the exception of the obsessive quasi-Japanese melodic figuration and monotone rhythm of “Eidetic Casein”, which is the one part of the album I love without reservation.
Each album since then is another step back from the inaccessibility of Confield, but their last 4 albums are all easy to admire and hard to love. Draft 7.30 returns to the ghostly melodies of Garbage while keeping Confield’s arrhythmia. Untilted brings back some much-needed low-end heft and some discernible attempts to engage with Autechre’s electro legacy. And finally, their newest album, Quaristice, sees the return of the diversity and ambition of tri repetae (as well as its length).
But I miss the promise of Autechre’s middle period, when they were probably my favorite electronic musicians of all time, and when they knew a secret: they had figured out how to invert the figure and ground of music, and use their keen ear for ruthlessly pared-down melodies to create melodic lines that were sturdy enough to act as the backbone for their wandering, erratic rhythms. Just listen to “Laughing Quarter” from Envane, “Tewe” from Chiastic Slide, or “Under BOAC” from LP5 to hear songs that balance spastic rhythms with simple 4-bar melodies that somehow never get old. Sometimes, as in my favorite song by Autechre, “Arch Carrier” (also from LP5, what I consider their last fully successful album), both the beats and the melodies are kept on a tight rein, and they produce songs that are both rigorously constrained and classically beautiful.
I have to be careful when I talk about Autechre, though. I was completely disgusted with Envane and Chiastic Slide when they were released, taking them as yet more evidence that the whole IDM community had finally and irredeemably disappeared up their own asses. In fact, I was mostly reacting to the fact that tri repetae++ consisted of two brilliant EPs shackled to a wildly uneven album. Perhaps in reaction to the eventual near-total reversal of that opinion (at least when it came to Envane, Chiastic Slide and Cichlisuite), I tried to convince myself (and a few other people) that Confield was a difficult but ultimately brilliant record that would release its secrets in time. This lasted a few short weeks until I went to see them play in Oakland. Practically everyone in the Bay Area’s electronic music scene was at that show and were in the mood for something weird, challenging and transcendental; I can’t speak for anyone else, but I got the distinct impression that I was far from the only one who was severely disappointed. It was amelodic, rhythmically flat, and while technically live (and perhaps even improvised or generatively produced) sounded completely lifeless.
It’s possible that someday a key will turn in my head, and suddenly the most recent third of Autechre’s output will suddenly open up to me. I want to like it: I love difficult, esoteric sounds (see: rest of this blog), and it feels like a confession of failure when I ultimately just can’t get into work as clearly uncompromising and innovative as Confield and their subsequent albums. It’s never fun to see my limitations so clearly laid out. But I also have to be honest, with myself if nobody else: I don’t think my feelings are going to change. Somewhere along the way, Autechre lost me, and while I’ll keep my ears open, I don’t think they’re going to find me again.