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Ema // Milkman
Showing posts with label noise rock. Show all posts
Showing posts with label noise rock. Show all posts
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Ema // Milkman
Monday, June 22, 2009
Crystal Antlers
While we're still talking about organs (musical ones), and soul for that matter, how's about taking a listen to these fellas. A bluesy doozy with a side of screaming heartbreak in my face matter, the Crystal Antlers' latest full length album, Tentacles, kind of makes me want to erase time with my forced-entry disorientation. What was that?
This is like the Doors and the Walkmen got together with a time machine and a bag of explosives and just decided to go apeshit. I love it.
Crystal Antlers // Andrew
Crystal Antlers // AndrewCrystal Antlers // Time Erased
What $8 and a bag of schwag will buy you. Love the random wind turbine shots.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Forced Exposure
The IDM boat draweth nigh, along with a bunch of other stuff. For real, WRIR got this massive shipment in from my favorite music distributor of all time Forced Exposure.
I won't bore you with the details, but my love for Forced Exposure is so great that I as an audience member once made David Day, another audience member and at the time Forced Exposure's college radio contact, stand up in a room of maybe 200 at a CMJ panel discussion to talk about his company.
In the 80s and early 90s Forced Exposure was a zine published out of Boston (on newsprint), focusing on punk and obscure music as well as literature, with contributers like Lydia Lunch, Mission of Burma, and Sonic Youth.
Now they distribute music, ranging from rereleases of 1920s fiddle music from Baghdad to the entire Shitkatapult catalog to re-pressed Norwegian psychedelia from the 60s to free jazz and composers and ambient noise to English warehouse bangers. Look at their index of releases for March. Dazzling.
Basically half my career as a music director has been spent begging FE to send me stuff. Incidentally, they supply a lot of the electronic vinyl to Plan 9, too.
So anyway I am fulfilled, and guess what, I consider it both my job and my pleasure to share my musical joys with you. My next several entries will all draw from this boomshower of sweetness that arrived in the mail last week.
So there, too, music distro isn't dead after all, is it? Just shitty music distro. Thank you, Forced Exposure.
I won't bore you with the details, but my love for Forced Exposure is so great that I as an audience member once made David Day, another audience member and at the time Forced Exposure's college radio contact, stand up in a room of maybe 200 at a CMJ panel discussion to talk about his company.
In the 80s and early 90s Forced Exposure was a zine published out of Boston (on newsprint), focusing on punk and obscure music as well as literature, with contributers like Lydia Lunch, Mission of Burma, and Sonic Youth.
Now they distribute music, ranging from rereleases of 1920s fiddle music from Baghdad to the entire Shitkatapult catalog to re-pressed Norwegian psychedelia from the 60s to free jazz and composers and ambient noise to English warehouse bangers. Look at their index of releases for March. Dazzling.
Basically half my career as a music director has been spent begging FE to send me stuff. Incidentally, they supply a lot of the electronic vinyl to Plan 9, too.
So anyway I am fulfilled, and guess what, I consider it both my job and my pleasure to share my musical joys with you. My next several entries will all draw from this boomshower of sweetness that arrived in the mail last week.
So there, too, music distro isn't dead after all, is it? Just shitty music distro. Thank you, Forced Exposure.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Mi Ami
Yes, I like this band for other reasons besides their name. Please.
More dirty freakouts.
But also, they have good taste in cities/locations. Yes, there is the choosing to name themselves after my favorite city of my entire life so far, but there's more.
They're hitting up Belfast on their European tour. And not only that, they're playing at the Menagerie, at the Ormeau Road on University Street. Shitty dive not without highly unprincipled paramilitary affiliations. They play Reggae and Soul and won't let you wear football colours inside, and it's the only bar I could reliably find Newcastle Brown, too. I have mad respect for a band who can manage to book the best seedy bar in a foreign city.
UPDATE: Belfast informant tells me that Menagerie was freed from paramilitary associations and is now owned by David Holmes. I guess that explains why the music got better. Informant assures that Menagerie is still way seedy.
But anyway, and perhaps even better, Mi Ami is coming to Richmond. (To the Triple.)
We are all travelling through space and time.
Pressure
Mi Ami plays with Thank You at the Triple on March 8th. Vaya con dios, dudes.
More dirty freakouts.
But also, they have good taste in cities/locations. Yes, there is the choosing to name themselves after my favorite city of my entire life so far, but there's more.
They're hitting up Belfast on their European tour. And not only that, they're playing at the Menagerie, at the Ormeau Road on University Street. Shitty dive not without highly unprincipled paramilitary affiliations. They play Reggae and Soul and won't let you wear football colours inside, and it's the only bar I could reliably find Newcastle Brown, too. I have mad respect for a band who can manage to book the best seedy bar in a foreign city.
UPDATE: Belfast informant tells me that Menagerie was freed from paramilitary associations and is now owned by David Holmes. I guess that explains why the music got better. Informant assures that Menagerie is still way seedy.
But anyway, and perhaps even better, Mi Ami is coming to Richmond. (To the Triple.)
We are all travelling through space and time.
Pressure
Mi Ami plays with Thank You at the Triple on March 8th. Vaya con dios, dudes.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Here We Go Magic
DIY DIY DIY DIY DIY DIY
so down for polyrhythms
ATAVISM RESULTING FROM OVERCULTIVATION OF HUMAN SOCIETY
face paint and amniotic fluid have turned out to be pretty hip among civil types in the end, though, haven't they? my ski instructor lives in yogaville.
Only Pieces
god, i keep liking stuff that's been featured on npr. decrepit. only bangers after this, fur real.
so down for polyrhythms
ATAVISM RESULTING FROM OVERCULTIVATION OF HUMAN SOCIETY
face paint and amniotic fluid have turned out to be pretty hip among civil types in the end, though, haven't they? my ski instructor lives in yogaville.
Only Pieces
god, i keep liking stuff that's been featured on npr. decrepit. only bangers after this, fur real.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Black Joe Lewis and the Honeybears
Just put on the advance Black Joe Lewis ep, which contains 4 tracks:
1) Gunpowder
2) Bitch, I Love You
3) Cousin Randy
4) Master Sold My Baby
The Black Joe Lewis collective is based in Austin; you can catch em at SxSW if you're headed that way, but if not they'll be doing a tour following the album launch. The full-length comes out on March 17th, called Tell Em What Your Name Is! from Lost Highway.
Otherwise, I haven't found too much press on Black Joe Lewis or the Honeybears, though the promoter did tell me that Obama has endorsed them.
Cousin Randy
Why not send your valentine a "Bitch, I Love You" e-card?
1) Gunpowder
2) Bitch, I Love You
3) Cousin Randy
4) Master Sold My Baby
The Black Joe Lewis collective is based in Austin; you can catch em at SxSW if you're headed that way, but if not they'll be doing a tour following the album launch. The full-length comes out on March 17th, called Tell Em What Your Name Is! from Lost Highway.
Otherwise, I haven't found too much press on Black Joe Lewis or the Honeybears, though the promoter did tell me that Obama has endorsed them.
Cousin Randy
Why not send your valentine a "Bitch, I Love You" e-card?
Monday, January 12, 2009
Loverman (I’m surely going to hell for this)
For some reason, these wackjobs only released 500 of this single on 7" vinyl. And that’s it. Sounds like a pile of self-righteous bullshit to me, but I'll probably be crucified for posting this. Try not to murder anyone after listening.
Crucifiction
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