tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70306460890647321152024-02-07T14:04:11.465+09:00WTFMusic.orgWTF Album Reviews. If you create strange and abnormal music - send it to us.WTFMusic.orghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05614468757807421943noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030646089064732115.post-56222392907225310052012-12-31T09:15:00.001+09:002013-01-12T00:33:10.130+09:00WTF 2012 year end multi-album-review<div class="post_teaser">
<span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">WTF 2012 year end multi-album-review</span> </span><i><span style="font-size: 8px;">(re-edited)</span></i><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: 12px;">Welcome to 3012 and what the fuck happened last year at wtfmusic.org? <br />
<br />
Besides the dream marathon, always fun contributions from Richard There,
the disappearance and reappearance of ettuspadix, and general what the
fuckery, we also had many artists post up their albums.<br />
<br />
<img alt="img" src="http://bazlwhammy.com/wtf/WTFMcert2.jpg" title="img" /><br />
<br />
These are the ones that haven't been reviewed yet, from old and new
members. I left a lot of stuff out in the first version of this review
(which also had several errors) so I'll try not to leave anything out
this time, but if I overlooked your album then sorry fuck you.
Disseminating through the wtf globby goo of submitted albums is a
difficult process, leading to the ultimate question what the fuck is
what the fuck. Members who've participated to the site receive
priority, while whatever else I could find from non-contributing or
non-members has been amended as a foot-note, which you can download
listen and decide for yourself if it's fucked up music. There is
seriously way too much shit… (I also cut out some of the rambling from
the first version of this review.)<br />
<br />
<br />
<img alt="img" src="http://f0.bcbits.com/z/38/75/3875587007-1.jpg" title="img" /><br />
* Wei Zhongle - Wei Zhongle<br />
<a href="http://weizhongle.bandcamp.com/" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://weizhongle.bandcamp.com/</span></a><br />
<a href="http://weizhongle.bandcamp.com/album/wei-zhongle" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://weizhongle.bandcamp.com/album/wei-zhongle</span></a><br />
Rob Jacobs (wtfuser) offers neo-classical ragas from astral temples with
gamelan inflections and chamber ensemble with vocals. As with previous
entries from Robert over there in the States of America, the over the
top vocals push the WTF-ometer, as the music itself has these nice
luscious qualities of henceforth and good ol' what we call beauteous
music with harmonicity of sonic pleasure sphere… i.e. musical and well
played and performed with instruments scales and techniques that have
been handed from the ages. This is a great free download for WTFers who
want something slightly less creepy to sing along to while washing the
dishes with guests over for tea. We got harmonic plucking electric
guitar by ol Robert, along with a host of friends on percussion, drums,
violin, bass, clarinets, and maybe some more mystical vibrational
devices.<br />
<br />
<br />
<img alt="img" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sUeiYy36qTM/UIWLvc9LDVI/AAAAAAAAAv8/yfK5ou_qPNs/s400/cover.jpg" title="img" /><br />
* The Chopittos Arkestra - Zavanardi<br />
<a href="http://asschoes.blogspot.jp/2012/10/the-chopittos-arkestra-zavanardi-rising.html" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://asschoes.blogspot.jp/2012/10/the-chopittos-arkestra-zavanardi-rising.html</span></a><br />
This is a very beloved Fuckified gem of hardened crystallised pubic
hair, vomit, spit, sputum, blood, milk, and putrified semen. Actually
this thing is not as scary as it might seem, that's just a nice
overdramatic intro into its psy-sludge-a-brown-ness. 20 tracks, so be
in for a nice wide variety of songing, and yet it holds a one-ness of
what it is, an anthem to a horrible hideous wrathful terrible vengious
vericifous velociforous pythagonal grobbling gruebelling waiferous thong
clad shit-dripping deity of the 7th fathom. It's good fun, you should
go check it out. Also go to the Asschoes website for a fuckload of more
stuff from LFC, LCF & FCao, and The Chopittos Arkestra. You have
no idea how prolific this fucking lucas fucking crazy is <a href="http://asschoes.blogspot.jp/" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://asschoes.blogspot.jp/</span></a><br />
<br />
And now, a sling of * LFC albums with a once sentence about each one. <br />
<br />
<img alt="img" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVGtTfB3_ME/UDq_unTixcI/AAAAAAAAAuU/e2IbP2KqxdE/s400/LFC.jpg" title="img" /><br />
<a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?7byrd8zg33vv5lf" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.mediafire.com/?7byrd8zg33vv5lf</span></a> Lucas Fucking Crazy - LFC<br />
<br />
He rose from the termite mound, draped in crusty rags.<br />
<br />
<img alt="img" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7LQ_aRwdaoc/T_3_nOeRX3I/AAAAAAAAAmc/11raofajCWM/s400/cover.jpg" title="img" /><br />
<a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?dxs8yubaulxbp5p" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.mediafire.com/?dxs8yubaulxbp5p</span></a> LFC - Faroeste Nervoso<br />
<br />
Then ate a taco, it was delicious,<br />
<br />
<img alt="img" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6QOsTs0PkXw/T6a-HH-fxWI/AAAAAAAAAfU/aTweIQir4CA/s320/chopittos+cover.jpg" title="img" /><br />
<a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?jgg8j4c8zxtpg7h" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.mediafire.com/?jgg8j4c8zxtpg7h</span></a> The Choppitos Arkestra<br />
<br />
with two colours of cheese and the meat saturated with spices<br />
<br />
<img alt="img" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WNNFzFjKUaE/T70DpahVoPI/AAAAAAAAAfs/llzo-Wkq_gU/s400/cover.jpg" title="img" /><br />
<a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?b1hc8id91jc4u2c" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.mediafire.com/?b1hc8id91jc4u2c</span></a> LFC & FCao - In Memorian<br />
<br />
After that he shat the taco, and left his pile of shit on the mound.<br />
<br />
<img alt="img" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zh1bZAoQ5IA/TzZdF45fjWI/AAAAAAAAAeE/0LumdwAgYWc/s400/totally%2Bdrunk.jpg" title="img" /><br />
<a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?p878duxwobzgw52" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.mediafire.com/?p878duxwobzgw52</span></a> LFC - Totally Drunk<br />
<br />
and on that mound, a eucalyptus tree grew,<br />
<br />
<img alt="img" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JiKsfZHAIiU/TzBBF71F9HI/AAAAAAAAAdg/z_BUa5RWkT0/s400/cover.jpg" title="img" /><br />
<a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?xv6gzip8553rak8" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.mediafire.com/?xv6gzip8553rak8</span></a> LFC - Piece of Blue Shit<br />
<br />
Speckacckle, the drippy eyed emu-legged troll face,<br />
<br />
had this to say: . . . "<br />
<br />
<b>* Gel-Sol</b> (WTFM Member) - <b>Plunder a raging moon</b><br />
<a href="http://gel-sol.blogspot.com/2010/12/gel-sol-plunder-raging-moon.html" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://gel-sol.blogspot.com/2010/12/gel-sol-plunder-raging-moon.html</span></a><br />
<br />
<br />
<img alt="img" src="http://twink.net/images/promo-itsybits-left.jpg" title="img" /><br />
* Twink - Itsy Bits & Bubbles<br />
<a href="http://soundcloud.com/toypianoband/sets/itsy-bits-bubbles" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://soundcloud.com/toypianoband/sets/itsy-bits-bubbles</span></a><br />
<a href="http://toypianoband.bandcamp.com/album/itsy-bits-bubbles" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://toypianoband.bandcamp.com/album/itsy-bits-bubbles</span></a><br />
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/twinkmusic/videos" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.youtube.com/user/twinkmusic/videos</span></a><br />
<a href="http://twink.net/" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://twink.net</span></a><br />
Twink, the toy piano band, has posted tracks exemplifying its bubble-pop
freshenss on wtfmusic.org, which are very mild in strangeness, in the
WTFCute side. Cheerful happy fun good times music for the whole family.
Gramps and grannies even get a little tingle out of it.<br />
<br />
<br />
<img alt="img" height="287" src="http://www.artpushers.com/chewers%20site/Every%20Drop%20Disorganized%20Album%20Art%20%28site%29%20300%20res.jpg" title="img" width="400" /><br />
* The Chewers - Every Drop Disorganized<br />
<a href="http://wtfmusic.org/www.artpushers.com/thechewers.html" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">www.artpushers.com/thechewers.html</span></a><br />
<a href="http://wtfmusic.org/www.soundcloud.com/the-chewers" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">www.soundcloud.com/the-chewers</span></a><br />
Go to their site, get chewed by a huge mouth, and download that free
album of theirs, Every Drop Disorganized. WTF qualities are in the
murk. Or are they? maybe I just like it… This music is crtaftfully
executed and well recorded, with a honed sound and style, deceptively
simple. Forget references, let's say it sounds like a band called the
chewers, which has drums and basses playing swamp rock. It reeks of it,
speaks of it, and begs to be called that. The leaves, dead bugs and
humus are heavily decayed, and the stench lurks. <br />
<br />
<br />
<img alt="img" src="https://ia601200.us.archive.org/1/items/HadoNavarro-RariritiesCoversAndTributes/hado_0003_thumb.jpg" title="img" /><br />
* Hado Navarro - Rarities Covers And Tributes<br />
<a href="http://archive.org/details/HadoNavarro-RariritiesCoversAndTributes" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://archive.org/details/HadoNavarro-RariritiesCoversAndTributes</span></a><br />
Hado Navarro as always brings us sampling fuck-uppery! Sounds speaking
the language of digitizational manipulations. The layers upon layers of
these fucked fanged winged curdled beasts makes a hyper meta scoundrel
that will virally enter each of your cells as it devours you from within
with its toxic digestive juices. <br />
<br />
<br />
<img alt="img" src="http://f0.bcbits.com/z/75/24/752474781-1.jpg" title="img" /><br />
* gretel - chess room<br />
<a href="http://gretel.bandcamp.com/track/chess-room" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://gretel.bandcamp.com/track/chess-room</span></a><br />
here's something a bit different from gretel. Last time we heard
gretel, she showed us some of her music - it was her in a room with a
cymbal and a guitar and maybe some effects and I think she sang too.
This time is not like that. this is one track, a 5 minute 18 second
drone that's like really droned out and droney, with like a hardness to
the drone and maybe like a soft cushion of drone underneath the hard
part, modulating up and down. Thanks gretel!<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<img alt="img" src="http://f0.bcbits.com/z/26/17/2617494783-1.jpg" title="img" /><br />
* Tribalmazoot - Psithératops<br />
<a href="http://tribalmazoot.bandcamp.com/" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://tribalmazoot.bandcamp.com/</span></a><br />
Remember to check on your eggs, how they cookin? don't leave them on
the frying pan like that just sitting there. I like mine with hot chili
sauce or some kind of spicy tomato pepper sauce. And so Psitheratops
rummaged through treetops and vine-sprouts into the avocado kingdom. I
got me a papaya, time for another journey! What was that emblem? Did
you divine the talisman? Tribalmazoot rules over the kingdom of
Tribalmazoot! tags: experimental circus tribal industrial punk<br />
<br />
<br />
<img alt="img" height="320" src="http://effluviarecordings.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/ox2zn.jpg" title="img" width="320" /><br />
* Freaks With People Behind Them & Fabiorosho - A Split For Newborn Osprey<br />
<a href="http://effluviarecordings.wordpress.com/er081-freaks-with-people-behind-them-fabiorosho-a-split-for-newborn-osprey/" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://effluviarecordings.wordpress.com/er081-freaks-with-people-behind-them-fabiorosho-a-split-for-newborn-osprey/</span></a><br />
based on the title alone, I would highly recommend this album to any mother of siamese twins or a stray arthritic donkey.<br />
This is our dear friend N-Szewski's first tracks released on an album,
along with noisy glitch beat tracks by Fabiorosho, who is not a wtfmusic
member.<br />
Two flavors of experimentation with recording and composing tracks,
blended. On this album and at wtfmusic, N's tracks rank highly on the
WTF meter. I can't describe the strangeness in words, but some of it
takes me directly to places I've never been.<br />
<br />
<br />
And on the electronic side of things,<br />
<img alt="img" src="https://ia601506.us.archive.org/26/items/edp057/edp057_thumb.jpg" title="img" /><br />
* Martin Rach - Music for Children<br />
<a href="http://archive.org/details/edp057" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://archive.org/details/edp057</span></a><br />
for the wtf child in all, simple electronic pieces without any heavy
beats, an album suite of introspective, playful pianistic and
computeristic music. <br />
1. Tail Tale<br />
electric mallets playing through alien waves, adrift on a path, moments passing behind, leaving a constant trail. <br />
2. Chasing on the Staircase<br />
again one polyphonic synth instrument playing cycling patterns descending and ascending in hops, a kind of atonal trance fugue.<br />
3. Toy Dance<br />
Open the box, get the toys out on the floor, listen and watch them as they perform for your amazement.<br />
4. Playing in the Rain<br />
a piano miniature built upon a motor rhythm of variations on repeted phrases.<br />
5. Bedroom Spaceship<br />
here we go straight into the cosmos, alien territory, limitless
unimaginable distances, past black holes and dark matter, through void
and around vast condensations of gravity, all in the comfort of our
little home, with the aid of our computer panel photon wave particle
beam chime astral projection unit channelling in on sub-harmonic
frequencies<br />
6. These Yellowgreen Leaves<br />
This one has sounds of an acoustic guitar, mixed into an electronic
piece. Sentimental Rach is painting brushstrokes of colored blowing
falling through in the wind. Sweet sounds.<br />
7. Snowflake Lullaby<br />
The seasons close with the winter and nature sleeps. Quietly and serenely, to the tune of a drippy magneto-organ.<br />
Martin Rach produces a wide range of music that has always intrigued,
and the subject material on Music for Children is focused in expression,
using very basic and limited material from which to build a rich
listening experience.<br />
<br />
<br />
* Joewl Levis - Nuts in As Shell<br />
has released an album "Nuts In As Shell" but I don't know where you can download it. This is his youtube channel.<br />
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SeISE9wjeOE&list=UUyP0HAulnDIFBe1Q8JbTikg" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SeISE9wjeOE&list=UUyP0HAulnDIFBe1Q8JbTikg</span></a><br />
There are however clips uploaded at wtfmusic.org for any who wish to
listen, as well as one 40 minute long track of Joewl philosophy poetry
vulgarity and song for voice alone.<br />
<br />
Also Joewl has participated as a vocalist on works by collaborator music composer, Tannenfolletti<br />
<img alt="img" src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/252/71786344.jpg" title="img" /><br />
<a href="http://ohmytracks.com/#/music/Tannenfolletti" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://ohmytracks.com/#/music/Tannenfolletti</span></a><br />
* Tannenfolletti has a couple albums available from this link (as do
Joewl and a bunch of other wtfmusic members), but I'm more familiar with
the videos that were posted last year by Joewl, which are all found
here to stream. The videos act as landscapes for the music, mostly
simple everyday kind of shots with some simple video effects. The music
expresses strong poetic qualities, use of space and tension, a sense of
waiting for something to come, a highly individualistic use of
electronics and rhythms, as well as a very nice incorporation of Joewl's
lovely voice. I would hope someday she shares her music on our site,
other members may be interested…<br />
<br />
<br />
<img alt="img" src="http://s.discogss.com/image/R-150-3387776-1328443789.jpeg" title="img" /><br />
* Bloopy - I only liked the neglected demos<br />
<a href="http://bloopy.org/dkh/DeadKidHarvester-IOnlyLikedtheNeglectedDemos.zip" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://bloopy.org/dkh/DeadKidHarvester-IOnlyLikedtheNeglectedDemos.zip</span></a><br />
Yeah, me too Bloopy, all those other projects that were used somehow, I
never liked those so much either, ever. Scrap it all, leave it to the
garbage, and collect it again some other time to make an album of
neglected demos! This is actually some of the goofiest, funniest, and
fucked to the bone music heard in my ears in a long time, something in
fact never heard in my entire listening experience. This is something
entirely other, almost stupid in fact, well, fucking brilliantly stupid!
A retarded genius of astral bafoonery! The feeling I get from this
music is a kind of sensation in my brain that no other music has ever
come close to. Two huge what the fucking middle finger thumbs up.
Bloopy fucks your mind with insane wacky ideas and voices, and a fuck
instruments just use the kitchen sink lo-fi approach.<br />
<br />
This past year 2210 saw the advent of the ongoing Dream Marathon <a href="http://wtfmusic.org/#topic/1329111088" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://wtfmusic.org/#topic/1329111088</span></a>
started by bloopy, as well as his New Zealand ATO WTF thread. A call
to all for more marathon themes and wtfmusic album collaboration ideas
for the new year 1320.<br />
<br />
<br />
Also from New Zealand,<br />
<br />
* Rotate the Completer - r.t.c.:ep<br />
A white tape with back cover track listing:<br />
<blockquote class="bb_quote">
1.)a<br />
2.)b<br />
3.)c<br />
4.)d<br />
5.)e<br />
6.)f<br />
<br />
listen outside</blockquote>
<br />
<br />
I don't even remember where I got this. I think someone mailed it to
me. Which means, in the millionth re-edit for fact-checking failures on
this 2102 year end review, I have to apologize for repeatedly fucking
this up. Because this is the music from New Zealand that is by the man
who is Rotate the Completer.<br />
Sorry, it's damn cold outside and I listened in my room.<br />
I started it off with the tape half speed, then realized and fixed it,
then the music came out. He feels really near, in the same room. He's
a-walin and a-strummin an-a makin a heart-soul feelin just a-comin out.
Howlin insanely at everything in the universe. Gleeful tragedy.<br />
In a limited press of 20 tapes, I couldn't find any place to listen on the internet. I'd have to torrent it.<br />
<br />
<br />
* Various Artists - Tauranga Music Sux Vol. !<br />
<blockquote class="bb_quote">
Deride the Shite Scene<br />
Who needs a good laugh? You do! For those that didn't get a copy of the
inaugural Tauranga Music Sux compilation, Deride the Shite Scene then
here it is. Click on the link for your listening displeasure....</blockquote>
<br />
<a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?x6zb6ddryrrr696" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.mediafire.com/?x6zb6ddryrrr696</span></a><br />
<br />
<blockquote class="bb_quote">
Track Listing:<br />
<br />
1.) Tauranga Music Sux a Cock - T.M.S <br />
2.) Kinsella the Killer - Disc Jockey Joe Bloggs<br />
3.) Sound Invasion - Zig Beatnik <br />
4.) Indulge Magazine - Bob Mcbob<br />
5.) A Hard On Sprays White - The Meatles <br />
6.) Not So Wise - Climbing Trees<br />
7.) Booze, Spews, Bbqs - Blind Lemsip Jefferson <br />
8.) Doobie Smokin' - Spork<br />
9.) Krazy Train - Sodomozzy Osbourne <br />
10.) If you can't beat 'em, beat 'em up - Bob Mcbob<br />
11.) The Elements - Silver Lining <br />
12.) Debase Oddity - Gavehead Blowme<br />
13.) Never Going to use it - Gage Carter <br />
14.) Scooby Dooby Fuck You - The Pilot Goes Down<br />
15.) Indie Kids - Malajustin Beiber <br />
16.) Winz Bitch - Neo Yahtzee<br />
17. ) Surfquake - Threat.Meet.Protocol. <br />
18.) Cock Slave Goblin - Rupert T. Candlestick<br />
19.) Faithful Moon - Prof. Deadaddledbrain <br />
20.) Feel the Noise - Zig Beatnik<br />
21.) 21..... - Rotate the Completor <br />
22.) Bay of Plenty Bible Belt - Disc Jockey Joe Bloggs</blockquote>
<br />
<br />
Boy did I fuck this one up, completely misrepresenting it in the last
edit of this fucking review. Didn't even read the fucking track listing
on the cover, just listened a few times and was like, "shit, this guy
plays a whole bunch of different styles of music that sound like
completely different bands," when in fact that's exactly what this
appears to be. The Tauranga Music Sux blog released this compilation of
acts from Tauranga which is another blog entry chapter into the saga of
why Tauranga music sux. The blog itself is exactly what it says it is,
to an extreme, as it relentlessly and spitefully tears up everything
that is the music scene in this little sticks town in New Zealand. It's
all basically just like that, good for a laugh, check it here:<br />
<a href="http://taurangamusicsux.blogspot.jp/" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://taurangamusicsux.blogspot.jp/</span></a><br />
(a bit odd that it's a .jp address, is this fucker actually in Japan?)<br />
<br />
Over 20 artists feature on this CD, and while we're at it, let's take a
look at some of them, cause I found some more pretty wtf albums this
way…<br />
<a href="http://taurangamusicsux.bandcamp.com/album/lets-get-this-apartheid-started" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://taurangamusicsux.bandcamp.com/album/lets-get-this-apartheid-started</span></a> - Blind Lemship Jefferson<br />
<a href="https://soundcloud.com/bob-mcbob" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">https://soundcloud.com/bob-mcbob</span></a> - Bob McBob<br />
Searches other artists revealed no leads, except for two: I found a
youtube video of some white rastas, Spork, doing their song "Doobie
Smokin."<br />
<br />
think what you wanna think.<br />
I also found one video of a horrendously shitty band known as Climbing
Trees. What I couldn't understand is whether it's the same band as on
the CD. They didn't use a slide guitar. Another video I found with the
same name had this healing ambient progressive music. Don't really
feel like delving any further here...<br />
<br />
There is one Rotate the Completer track on this compilation, near the
end. It's that signature insanity style yes indeed. Well, what the
fuck is up with this guy? Who is he?<br />
<br />
The wtfmusic review of "Completed Rotations of The...", explaining what is known, can be read here: <a href="http://wtfmusicorg.blogspot.jp/2012/03/wtfreview-rotate-completor-completed.html" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://wtfmusicorg.blogspot.jp/2012/03/wtfreview-rotate-completor-completed.html</span></a><br />
<br />
Put the pieces together and think what you wanna think.</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<i><span style="font-size: 8px;">footnotes<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
* Godzillion<br />
<a href="http://www.archive.org/details/Godzillion" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.archive.org/details/Godzillion</span></a><br />
bedroom guitar duo psychedelia which reminds me of old arcade games and freaky underground dark comics.<br />
<br />
* Derek Piotr - AGORA<br />
<a href="http://www.cornwarning.com/piotr/AGORA_web.zip" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.cornwarning.com/piotr/AGORA_web.zip</span></a><br />
deep electronifications with vocals<br />
<br />
* EraSer - Ation<br />
<a href="http://www.snowypeach.com/site/releases/ation-ep/" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.snowypeach.com/site/releases/ation-ep/</span></a><br />
droney and deranged something what the-fi<br />
<br />
* Sean Derrick Cooper Marquardt - Chinese Box<br />
<a href="http://www.archive.org/details/SeanDerrickCooperMarquardt-ChineseBox" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.archive.org/details/SeanDerrickCooperMarquardt-ChineseBox</span></a><br />
I've been meaning to look into this stuff for quite a time, but only now
am discovering what it is. Perhaps things have been written of it
elsewhere but for now I will just direct you to the link and implore you
to listen to the mystery<br />
<a href="http://www.vimeo.com/16657554" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.vimeo.com/16657554</span></a><br />
<a href="http://soundcloud.com/berlindolls" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://soundcloud.com/berlindolls</span></a><br />
<a href="http://www.myspace.com/seandcmarquardt" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.myspace.com/seandcmarquardt</span></a><br />
<a href="http://www.avachorda.de/" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.avachorda.de</span></a><br />
<br />
* sferi - Sound of the Spheres<br />
<a href="http://sferi.bandcamp.com/" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://sferi.bandcamp.com/</span></a><br />
Check this shit out. Sound of the spheres motherfucker. Think I'm
gonna take a good old blazin hit of the most THCous smoke before I
settle down into my feral tucked in under the covers resting position
buried in futon and ready to inhale my cosmic dream dust. And that is
what I have to say about this here thang!<br />
<br />
*Charles Rice Goff III - Shifted By Prevailing Whim<br />
<a href="http://www.archive.org/details/ShiftedByPrevailingWhim" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.archive.org/details/ShiftedByPrevailingWhim</span></a><br />
<a href="http://www.archive.org/details/ShiftedByPrevailingWhim" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.archive.org/details/ShiftedByPrevailingWhim</span></a><br />
<a href="http://www.tapedrugs.com/" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.tapedrugs.com/</span></a><br />
weird bedroom synth-o-audio-art-core<br />
<br />
* bruce hamilton and friends - duopoly / possible worlds<br />
<a href="http://spectropolrecords.bandcamp.com/album/duopoly" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://spectropolrecords.bandcamp.com/album/duopoly</span></a><br />
<a href="http://spectropolrecords.bandcamp.com/album/possible-worlds" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://spectropolrecords.bandcamp.com/album/possible-worlds</span></a><br />
some really collagey modern expressionist compositions on this. Actually quite excellent I think.<br />
<br />
* Painted Faces - Long Haired Freak!<br />
<a href="http://paintedfaces.bandcamp.com/album/long-haired-freak" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://paintedfaces.bandcamp.com/album/long-haired-freak</span></a><br />
This guy's just doin it<br />
<br />
* <a href="http://signalvoid.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://signalvoid.tumblr.com/</span></a><br />
you download this in a zip from the archives. Unzip that shit and play
it, this is a collection of 1 minute tracks. Internet tape-trading diy
bedroom noise aesthetic vibe resemblant of Hal McGee projects. I heard a
rumour that this is the longest compilation of this kind, the longest
assemblage of 1 minute tracks into a whole entire musical album, ever
made. I'm not going to bother mentioning who's on it, just go to the
site if you care. Who knows what the fuck you're going to listen to
this thing if and once you download and press play on your device. What
the fuck is gonna happen I can't tell you cause I don't even know
either 'cause I haven't even listened to any of it as of writing this!
Although I did listen to one or two samples of nonrelated music from the
link.<br />
<br />
* dadala<br />
<a href="http://dadalamusic.com/" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://dadalamusic.com/</span></a><br />
has a feast of sound collage collabo material from the last year<br />
<br />
* diaenoxe<br />
<a href="https://soundcloud.com/diaenoxe" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">https://soundcloud.com/diaenoxe</span></a><br />
new sounds up from our French wtf composer friend on soundcloud<br />
<br />
* djOD - Paradoxical Ethereal Invasion<br />
<a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?4yjmzyj4dnz" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.mediafire.com/?4yjmzyj4dnz</span></a><br />
turn the volume up high</span></i>
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WTFMusic.orghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05614468757807421943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030646089064732115.post-17438898221501913912012-10-26T03:12:00.002+09:002012-10-26T03:12:28.704+09:00The GoodLuck Boys - ChinPunKanPun<img alt="img" src="http://bazlwhammy.com/wtf/WTFMcert2.jpg" title="img" /><br />
<br />
<b>Artist:</b> The GoodLuck Boys<br />
<br />
<b>WTF album:</b> ChinPunKanPun<br />
<br />
<b>Tags:</b> wtf experimental psychedelic<br />
<br />
<b>WTF Quality:</b> Ritualistic World Freak Punk Experimental Psychedelic Avant Folk MUSIC<br />
<br />
<b>Lifespan:</b> 2010<br />
<br />
<b>Country:</b> Japan<br />
<br />
<b>Link:</b> <a href="http://archive.org/details/TheGoodluckBoys-Chinpunkanpun" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://archive.org/details/TheGoodluckBoys-Chinpunkanpun</span></a><br />
<br />
<img alt="img" src="http://i1165.photobucket.com/albums/q585/wtfmusic/TheGoodLuckBoys-ChinPunKanPunCOVER-1.jpg" title="img" /><br />
<br />
<br />
The GoodLuck Boys have long held a mysterious fascination for me - in
the same manner as the Marie Celeste, or Jack the Ripper - you think
that finally you are going to catch up with them, hold them to account,
reveal the secret; but all that remains of their ghostly presence is a
half-consumed meal, or an intestinal yard-sale.<br />
<br />
Conspiracy theorists of the future may try to put this album down to the
work of a medically frustrated proto-surgeon from a well-to-do family,
or convince you that a badly gaffer-taped weather balloon is
responsible; but I stand firmly on the Grassy Knoll, cross-hairs
aligned, shouting "Duck, Jackie!" at anyone who dares dismiss this gem
of a record as alien intervention.<br />
<br />
Those of you who are allergic to jazz may experience a slight flaking of
the skin; those with a similar reaction to Ritualistic Folk may have to
endure an exfoliated limb or two; but this album is much more than the
mere sum of it's genres. The strings and threads of its constantly
evolving and interweaving sound-ideas lead you meandering from mountain
to jungle, from city to water-closet with such ease and freedom that you
never tire of the travel. There are flights of fancy, tunnels of love,
and the bowels of brave beasts. The title describes the monster far
better than I can. It is ChinPunKanPun.<br />
<br />
Neither do the track titles fail - "Tiny Caravan" is difficult to stop
and bends to the will of windspeed and direction; "Rewind" is a puzzling
8-track Moebius Strip of a thing; "Rainbow Mist Contraption" is a
many-hued Luddite's nightmare; "WetBack-Tongue" is moist and raspy but
has a sense of taste; "PuzzleSolving BackGroundMusic" being the fifth
track begins with a corresponding number of beats in a bar, then
dissolves into a watery soup. "The Case of the Six-Sided Comb" irritates
your head, gets tangled, but all is smoothed out in the end; and
"Turning Back"...well I think you'll see - but perhaps the best effect
is gained by just running the tracks pell-mell, one to the next, for the
ultimate in comfort and sonic luxury. Screw what it means, and enjoy
the ride. Mother.<br />
<br />
The Highlights?<br />
<br />
The solid and supportive bass-playing of Jun Nishida; the Accordion
(driven by Sammy Lilly) that never loses it's folk feel despite all the
odds; lip-blistering sax work from Jerry Gordon; Tom Copson Jr.'s
beautifully reined-back guitar; the list goes on...<br />
<br />
The GoodLuck Boys are purported to have their "artistic differences" - I
find no evidence of it in this album; these tracks would only be
possible with hours of tortured teamwork, and no particular ego comes to
the fore. This appears to me to be a "Band" in the truest sense of the
word, and capitalized to boot. It's also rare to come across such
sparkling production in the world of wtf music - thanks to the more than
competent engineering of Naoto Araki and the mixing ears of Marcus
Staniec and Sammy Lilly.<br />
<br />
The final gasp of the historically blurred sleeve-notes, runs thus:-<br />
<br />
<br />
<blockquote class="bb_quote">
"Perhaps the release of "ChinPunKanPun" will bring the band back together as a full unit again to play a few more live shows."</blockquote>
<br />
<br />
I fucking hope so. I really do.<br />
<br />
ettuspadix
WTFMusic.orghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05614468757807421943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030646089064732115.post-6831773767144790492012-09-15T17:37:00.001+09:002012-09-15T17:37:09.324+09:00WTFMusic.org Random Music Marathon album<img alt="img" src="http://bazlwhammy.com/wtf/wtfmusicrandom.jpg" title="img" /><br />
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tracks are in random order. No track numbers assigned. Album art was
made using random method: pull random scrap paper out of bag of random
scrap paper, blindly point to random word on paper, google image search
the word, download random image from search, randomly cut pieces from
that image and paste to make a new image.<br />
<br />
Here is the list of artists who submitted to the marathon and the track titles:<br />
<br />
<b>bosbeetle</b><br />
Roborgasm<br />
Randrone<br />
Example: randomgenerator v3.2<br />
3x3x3<br />
Randomized recursive reintegration<br />
generic interview doze off<br />
Randrone 2<br />
<br />
<b>onionpalac</b><br />
Caught In The Middle Of There and Between<br />
4 Players / Play Your Instrument / Non-Musical<br />
<br />
<b>ettuspadix</b><br />
Hymnopedie for Eris<br />
now and then...<br />
Testing, testing...<br />
Discussion<br />
goodNIGHT, children<br />
nineteen to the dozen<br />
login error<br />
<br />
<b>zipperhacker</b><br />
L for<br />
<br />
<b>fingersound</b><br />
Trying to Pleazle the Weazle.<br />
<br />
<b>trufflehunt</b><br />
Wooden Toy Set - Recording Three<br />
Wooden Toy Set - Recording Two<br />
Wooden Toy Set - Recording One<br />
<br />
<b>jeemobon</b><br />
Wild Plants<br />
<br />
<b>Phooey</b><br />
Robot Beings Meet The World, Part Zero<br />
<br />
<br />
So thanks to the participants and enjoy the random sounds. Big thanks
to bosbeetle especially for the inspiration for this marathon and the
wonderful pd randomgenerator programs. Super random cool shit!<br />
<br />
download:<br />
<a href="http://bazlwhammy.com/wtf/random.zip" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://bazlwhammy.com/wtf/random.zip</span></a>WTFMusic.orghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05614468757807421943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030646089064732115.post-73575082884529243002012-04-13T05:19:00.000+09:002012-04-13T05:19:12.354+09:00Hado Navarro - childoid in surrealienland<b>Artist:</b> Hado Navarro<br />
<br />
<b>WTF Album:</b> childoid in surrealienland<br />
<br />
<b>Country:</b> Argentina<br />
<br />
<b>Timeline:</b> 2012 - <br />
<br />
<b>WTF Quality:</b> Heavily manipulated samples that don't sound like samples, except when they do<br />
<br />
<b>Tags:</b> experimental, sound art, collage, noise, surreal<br />
<br />
<b>Links:</b> <a href="http://archive.org/details/HadoNavarro-ChildoidInSurrealienland" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://archive.org/details/HadoNavarro-ChildoidInSurrealienland</span></a><br />
<br />
In tribute to this surrealien piece of WTF expression, the following
comments will attempt to not only verbalize the nature, structure, form,
and emotional content of the music, but if and where possible, some
clues or hints into something that might not be visible immediately...
maybe not exactly any kind of coherent meaning, but perhaps some sort of
vision, or link to a realm that is not this ... The music itself, being
the contorted fractured non-entinity that it is, guides me as such.<br />
<br />
<b>resurrection's requiem</b><br />
<br />
we open in a heavy sheen of magnetic aura<br />
a breathy, hard sliding glow of spectral flare, solid and steady, gradual glides and inflections within the meta-stasis<br />
ending in a pulse,<br />
silence,<br />
regular periodic buzzing clicks.<br />
Welcome back?<br />
Goodbye home?<br />
Any-how,<br />
In<br />
<br />
<b>dictatorship of the children </b><br />
<br />
tyewriters, incessantly pounding, resonating within a small steel box,
from the side, from above, in a flow of water, through a tangle of
wires, a thousand metallic claws hammering down on computerized
machinery<br />
ending with a collage of video games, voices, 8bit spaceships and nintendo<br />
those fucking kids will get what they want.<br />
<br />
<b>immortals kamikazes war</b><br />
<br />
frantic activity, one bot in a room, downloading, switching, gobbling
waves, input, transmitting, computing, booting, hacking, receiving,
re-launching, redirecting traffic, searching and logging, traveling
through some corridors, drains, flipping switches, attack, launch,
prepare, liquid metal sounds with a few spotted incoming receptions from
the airwaves, cutting through styrofoam to achieve the desired shape to
fit the key to the next passage. Unendingly dying and returning, one
voice, sometimes two, texture overlap with static frequency, high
overtones and reverberant decay, tube flush, a hollow explosion and
tattered broken remnants, all too many wires and electrical shorts,
dancing particles in a processor spinning blades, no harmony ever
reached, continual destruction but never apocalyptic<br />
finally, a vision of supremacy, an anthem to the great leaders of mayhem and the infinite destroyers<br />
<br />
<b>psychophonic echolocation</b><br />
<br />
a whisper. crumbled into a digital howl where the sample is crushed
and grated, shredded, mashed, chopped and sliced, ground to bits, sawed
in pieces, duplicated and lent to further grinding. The title is again a
clue. Someone is spitting out a message, a wave of information into
the ether, awaiting the bounce back from the far side, a one way
communication mapping the shape of the void with a caustic hiss, a
burbling purr, many voices, one voice, not heard through the ears but
lapped by the tongue. Further down the line it's getting more
desperate, struggling, at last pondersome and nonchalant.<br />
<br />
<b>Age of time paradox</b><br />
<br />
continuing in the vein of "psychophonic echolocation," jumbled voice
samples sear through the static. This time, it is possible to hear the
transition from "sample recognized as voice" into "electric garble" and
further into "completely abstract claws scratching computerized
machinery." Still the rhythm, cadence, and flow of a drone of voiced
human chatter can be recognized, and these dystopian automatonic beings
that emerge in the parallel world that emerges gradually develop a
language clearly distinguishable by the end of the piece as not so far
from where we came from.<br />
<br />
<b>surrealiens</b><br />
<br />
Cat!<br />
a true to real sample of rain and thunder recorded from within a room,
without much ado into the leaky breaker room glitch surveillance system
phenomena. I may be enticed to think that this frozen sand splitting is
in the rhythm of raindrops pattering from the gutter onto the patio.
Or I may as well accept that I am now lost in a surreal landscape,
frozen, with no idea where this crunching silence that surrounds me is
from or what substance it's composed of. Here Hado Navarro is now
penetrating subtle far-end hard to reach realms of the fractalized
synapse-mind of wtf imagination trajectories. The funny feeling that
grips me is that with a few tiny adjustments to the tone of this, what
ever kind of noise you would call it is, I feel like I'm right there on
the floor, inside the machine, or a little animal or spirit visitor
right there with the musical creator, creeping around wires or into
catacomb micro-passageways. With a few more tweaks, I'm lost again, or
just no longer conscious that what is happening to me is really sound at
all... as with all tracts of time it ends ...<br />
<br />
<b>bigbangcore!</b><br />
<br />
<a href="http://vimeo.com/36586127" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://vimeo.com/36586127</span></a><br />
I feel like I'm waiting for something now. Because although casual
listening of this album is encouraged, with headphones on and feeling
the thrust of the music to this point, and knowing the title of this
one, there must be some kind of surreal gag, an unveiling, or at any
rate the expectation of something unexpected. Not in a bombastic
left-field carpet pulled from under my feet kind of way, but ...
something unexpressably delicate or occult, something visible but
lacking substance.<br />
Again I feel like robot aliens are talking to me, futilely. Is this the surrealienland's mantra of elusive inanity?<br />
Yet it does harken me back into the beginning of time, when words had
weight much like a stone lifted from the earth has weight. When sounds
were forms, when life was pure impulse only, no convolution, plasma in a
hermetic receptacle unbound by motion of time. It's like the echo of
that. I don't feel particularly close to human-ness at this point, but I
know I've not escaped it.<br />
<br />
We leave on a train.<br />
<br />
<b>Rewix eyervitnhg</b><br />
<br />
Fuck yeah! Destroy! Break it! Don't even think about it.<br />
<br />
wait. Huh? Petri dish?<br />
<br />
typewriters!<br />
<br />
Cat! . . . (Or ...?)<br />
<br />
Never mind. No thought. When you reach the unique fathom of
inter-reality as presented in the Surrealienland, in is sometimes out,
and never is usually always, but from and until meet at the cusp of
extreme and stillness. Many textures enter and retreat, you at the
point of stasis will internalize come and go as sometimes motion,
sometimes rest, or stasis within activity and the immobility of dance.
Voices will call and earthly sounds will fall and enter your awareness.
Draped over this is the stained glass of heavy sample manipulation and
ultimately a sign pointing to the question, WTF is this? <br />
<br />
<img alt="img" src="http://archive.org/download/HadoNavarro-ChildoidInSurrealienland/HadoNavarro-ChildoidInSurrealienland.jpg" title="img" /><br />
<br />
-JeemobonWTFMusic.orghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05614468757807421943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030646089064732115.post-67059188988823868172012-03-11T11:18:00.001+09:002012-03-11T11:18:18.947+09:00<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: #fff9d8; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><tbody>
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<b>Artist:</b><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Rotate The Completor<br /><br /><b>WTF Album:</b> Completed Rotations Of The...<br /><br /><b>Country:</b> New Zealand<br /><br /><b>Timeline:</b><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>2008 - ???<br /><br /><b>WTF Quality:</b><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Over-The-Top Vocal Accent, Silly Childish Lyrics, Infectious Herky-Jerky Dancing, Quirky Blending of Styles<br /><br /><b>Tags:</b><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Outsider, Lo-Fi, Busker, Singer-Songwriter, Folk, Savant-Garde<br /><br /><b>Links:</b><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><a href="http://roaratorio.com/20.html" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://roaratorio.com/20.html</span></a><br /><br /><img alt="img" src="http://roaratorio.com/images/roar20.jpg" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; margin-bottom: 1px; margin-left: 1px; margin-right: 1px; margin-top: 1px; vertical-align: middle;" title="img" /><br /><br /><u><b>Contest Announcement!</b></u><br /><br />LETS ALL BE OUTSIDERS!!!<br /><br />Here are the rules for the contest: Create WTF outsider musician personas along with an album's worth of music that stays consistent with your character's fictional qualities.<br />Everything from her/his/it's physical image to recording style.<br />Keep your project a secret from the world and shop it around the internet and see who buys into it.<br />In one years time we'll reveal our made-up characters here at WTFMusic and see who got the most reviews from weirdo experimental online zines and communities.<br /><br />I'll share with you my brain-storming notes on one of my possible make-believe outsider musician characters:<br /><br />Like every genre of music the outsider genre has it's rules one must abide by in order to be accepted as a true full-fledged Outsider. As Irwin Chusid, the authority on all things outsider music, put it - true outsiders lack self-awareness of their musical absurdities and retardednesses.<br /><br />So, with that mind mind, I think I'll start with my "If The Residents Took Acid With . . ." grab bag. Let me just reach my hand down into this bag full of deranged on-the-fringe lunatic CDs and randomly pull one out. Oh - who's it gonna be? Shooby Taylor? Sondra Prill? Or maybe Tiny Tim? Ah! And will you look at this! Hasil Adkins - the psychobilly grandfather himself! The first element of establishing the sound is set. If The Residents Took Acid With Hasil Adkins. Maybe they even bought the acid from Captian Beefheart at The Shaggs' farm.<br /><br />Ok, so now I should consider the instrumentation. And that should be easy considering how we randomly arrived with ol' Hasil in the equation. One-man band all the way! Nothing says outsider more than a mysterious man playing deranged songs on the street corner all by his lonesome self. With a junked-up guitar strapped around his shoulder, a shattered mini drum kit scattered around his feet and a microphone propped up to his dirty bearded mouth. And with that we have part of his WTF legacy down. Yes - the eccentric lunatic busking on the streets, annoying most who pass by and lifting up smiles from the curious. And what better part of the world to busk in than New Zealand? All the way down there at the bottom of the world where the sun don't shine and most of the population are half human half sheep. Oh gee whiz - this character is coming together nicely! I just know I'm gonna win the contest - I just know it!<br /><br /><img alt="img" src="http://a3.ec-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/115/1666eca0609345f88267ec5e44f44efa/l.jpg" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; margin-bottom: 1px; margin-left: 1px; margin-right: 1px; margin-top: 1px; vertical-align: middle;" title="img" /><br /><br />Yes a reclusive man who is his only fan. One of self doubt and creative passion. Is he mentally challenged, strung out on drugs, beaten up from the evils of the world only to be left with his own spun collection of songs that just don't fit in this universe or any other? It's best to keep these answers hidden for we wouldn't want to release that important mystic that surrounds every good outsider.<br />But my outsider character is different. He posses a unique blend of musical chops to justify his "art." He doesn't just strum his out-of-tune guitar in a depressed drone-like fashion like Jandek. No way. His guitar riffs are damn catchy with touches of childlike whim. Every song packed to the rim with WTF hooks around every corner. His songs could almost sound like jingles to children's toy commercials played inside old faded B-movies. Like many an outsider he possess a sense of humor with some kind of off-center charm of innocence. It would be easy to imagine surreal images of kid's drawings while listening to his music. Why - maybe I can even use that as an idea for his album cover. Which can only be obtained through a secret process that is described by word of mouth. If one attempts to ask him personally for an album he'll probably even say "No," in a demanding but shy voice when asked for a recording of his music. Always keeping himself at a distance from the rest of humanity. That is so outsider of him to do. The titles of his songs will be nothing but the track numbers. His lyrics are absurd yet simple and almost cute. Sung in an unrecognizable over-the-top accent. Which is a top priority for any off-the-wall crazy outsider musician. Can you think of one singing outsider musician who doesn't sing with an unhinged accent?<br />And the recordings! What about the recordings? Ah yes - all directions are pointing us to the ever popular lo-fi approach. For he is a backyard artist. A junkyard musician! I'm sure he has never even owned a computer in his life. I'll just say that he records his material on mini-cassette tapes with the machine placed in a rusty old tin can and thrown in the chimney he while performs the songs in his garage. When finished he'll just slop it all together as a song compilation with tunes dropping in and out, tape speeds occasionally bending to and fro and hiss everywhere. Ready to go - warts, burn-marks and all.<br /><br />With these ideas down now all I have to do it write some music that sticks to the above brainstorming ideas and I'm ready to go!<br /><br />Now I must go out and find me a cult following.</div>
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<br /><br /><span id="goog_22900978"></span><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/iwZxbnv2JVw?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe> <br /><br />How much further outside would I have to go until I'm back inside?<br /><br />Thank you for reading THE best Rotate The Completor review EVER . . .<br /><br />To purchase the album please visit:<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><a href="http://roaratorio.com/20.html" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://roaratorio.com/20.html</span></a><br /><br />To listen to a few of his songs first check out:<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><a href="http://www.myspace.com/RotateTheCompletorFanPage" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.myspace.com/RotateTheCompletorFanPage</span></a><br /><br />- onionpalac</div>
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<b>Artist: </b> Quinnth<br />
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<b>WTF album: </b> Blues & Vomit<br />
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<b>Country: </b> USA<br />
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<b>Timeline: </b> 2011 -<br />
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<b>WTF Quality: </b> Cosmic Echoes of Toxic Acid Fluids<br />
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<b>Tags: </b> Space, Blues, Psychedelic, Noise, Vomit<br />
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<b>Links: </b><br />
<a href="http://www.archive.org/details/Quinnth-bluesAndVomit" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.archive.org/details/Quinnth-bluesAndVomit</span></a><br />
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<img alt="img" src="http://bazlwhammy.com/wtf/BVCover.jpg" title="img" /><br />
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Come Hither My Trolly Lizards and Gaze at the Grift of Grolean Graft
Before Thee. We shall Forthwith Journey Beyond the Blues of Vale into
the Murky Swamps Beyond and into the Lunar-Sphere. On a Trip We Go,
Field and Farrow, Glade of Gronth, Wheel and Barrow, Cleft of Chain,
Rizzle Drickets, Plot, Stomp.<br />
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Upon yon Hills Betwixt Here and Our End Flock the Brittle Twigs of
Kismet and a Lonely One it May be. As the Flame of Sun Crests Down
'neath Our Sunken Trove Set Foot Now Pace and Trail, Our Twindling Hours
Brought Cold and Breeze. Come Fiddling Amongst the <b>Blues and Vomit.</b><br />
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Behold The Many Shades! Light Breaches The Void, Quickening to Split
the Spectrum of Sky that is Above and also Between. Alast a Clutching
of the Gut Contribbles and Grapples the Ills, the Murken-Glomp, the Woe,
the Pangs, the Shuddering, the Rot, <b>The Blues.</b> Shiver we Thither we Wind thon Scales our Way will Narrow but Pace Ne'er Haste with Deftness of Toe.<br />
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Forsooth and Swig a Shake from here Flask, Filled to Brim with <b>Bad Moonshine.</b> A Pause. A Croon to such Crackling Thornbushes. The Wind Creaks:<br />
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* Raeiy-zopp . . Raeiy -zopp *<br />
<br />
* Raiy- Zain Siss-Tuss"<br />
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* Raeiy-zopp . . Raeiy -zopp *<br />
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* Raiy- Zain Siss-Tuss"<br />
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Stray Way, Crumbling Remains, Rust, Grain, Splinter, Wood, Shards, Ghost Footprints on Pavement Brittle the Next Stop in Chill <b>Behind the Crackhouse</b>
these Three Heart Bleeding Cravens have Spread Filth Plastic Tin Ash
Fuel in a Debris. Circle A, Demon Skull, Goat Wing Cross Marked Thorns
Skittering Crawling Prints and Stank Full to a Thrave of Carcass Jool,
Remnance as Membrants of the Ecstasy Flicked out in Moments' Fury, Hope
Bereft along Avalanche of Defeat by Trust Thrust Inner and Down, the
Path of Lonely Stalwart, Beleven to the Neglected Crust of Throil.<br />
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Piss what Remains of the Gist of the Previous Fix and O'er Graves 'tween Crux and Canyon, Quicken <b>Thru The Pass.</b><br />
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Avast Lay Yer Rest, Lean an Arm Against Truss that Smacks Face.
Chase-ed by Flickering Chimeras Gypsy Moths Spray and Wind Gusting from
Nostril of Swine Mongrel Five, No Further is there Refuge Alay. Alas No
More Within From Which To Summon A Straight-eyed View To Level the
Field or Evade Prey. Inescapable Pounding on Temples, Crash Knees to
Grip Earth for <b>Drunken Vomit,</b> a Classic Track from the Album of Quinnth. Stand, a Graying Scape, Spectrels Dash yet Skither Wayward Nonce.<br />
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The Final, the Circumverate, Reculituary, Pennissimal, Aveximual, Slush, <b>The End of the Line.</b> You're Doomed.<br />
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Quinnth Hath Bestowed On Earth Such Grazen Sludges of Psyche-Spew of
Aged Mule-Yoghurt Browned and Fermented Beyond the Limits of
Palatability to Pass Backwards no such Several Minutes from Whence it
Entereth the Sacred System of Tactile Oils and Nerves. Lest it Ne'er
Cease to Radioactively Decay, Sever Thee Now to Yon Download Link.<br />
<a href="http://www.archive.org/details/Quinnth-bluesAndVomit" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.archive.org/details/Quinnth-bluesAndVomit</span></a><br />
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-Jeemobon
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</tbody></table>WTFMusic.orghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05614468757807421943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030646089064732115.post-45693500036978042222012-02-03T01:30:00.000+09:002012-02-03T01:30:07.065+09:00The Greg Olsen Experience - Galore in the Place of the Dog<b>Artist:</b> The Greg Olsen Experience<br />
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<b>WTF album:</b> Galore in the Place of the Dog<br />
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<b>Country:</b> USA<br />
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<b>Timeline:</b> 2008 -<br />
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<b>WTF Quality:</b> Ode to dogs full of scatological pop incoherence<br />
<br />
<b>Tags:</b> Dogs, funk, jazz, techno, metal, hip hop, country, rock, indie, cut-up, emo, dogs<br />
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<b>Links:</b> <br />
<a href="http://cllct.com/release/galoreintheplaceofthedog0" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://cllct.com/release/galoreintheplaceofthedog0</span></a><br />
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<img alt="img" src="http://static.rateyourmusic.com/album_images/ef43513d919d8d30ecd22b824aab23fa/3373901.jpg" title="img" /><br />
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Finally, an album dedicated entirely to dogs! <br />
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<img alt="img" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/a/af/Golden_retriever_eating_pigs_foot.jpg/170px-Golden_retriever_eating_pigs_foot.jpg" title="img" /><br />
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Only naturally would this seem such a natural thing. Which begs the
question, why are so many of man's crude attempts at song filled with
sappy lyrics about women, and so few about his true best friends? With
fierce dedication and rigor, dog stands by the side of man, and man
enjoys the presence of dog. What is it about them we love so much?
What is it about us that inspires their deepest affections and devotion?
I don't know myself, but this music says it in so many different ways.<br />
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<img alt="img" height="200" src="http://www.greatdogsite.com/admin/uploaded_files/1198065269canary_dog.jpg" title="img" width="157" /><br />
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Drink a beer and relax to this album, dudes. It's full of so many
things that don't make sense, intentional mistakes and bizarre mixing
choices. So full of over the top juxtapositions and overlappings of
different styles of music, mysterious voices uttering sweet nothings
about dogs, a plethora of instruments from the world of known music,
technical virtuosity, pop hooks and riffs, and arrangements that are
either haphazard or carefully crafted to sound maximally random. Lots
of dog barking samples too.<br />
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<img alt="img" height="288" src="http://animal-world.com/dogs/Herding-Dog-Breeds/images/AustralianCattleDogWDH_AcFpD123.jpg" title="img" width="320" /><br />
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Despite the analog nature of dog's respiratory and central nervous
systems, the sound of this album is decidedly digital. Which is of
course a choice made by the humans involved here. I often can't tell if
the instruments are real or MIDI, but then again, why the hell would a
dog ever give a fuck if something was analog or digital, sequenced and
overdubbed or live-recorded? Especially when quite possibly all this
music just sounds like a wash of static from a dog's ears' perspective.
But that is something we will never truly know objectively. Anyhow
most likely all the dog cares about is treats and a scratch between the
ears now again, maybe a good run in the park and something to chase.<br />
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<img alt="img" height="257" src="http://www.k9jointstrength.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/joint-supplement-for-dogs.jpg" title="img" width="400" /><br />
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Celebrate Fido!<br />
<br />
I hope you all can enjoy the fun of listening to this music, not knowing
where it's going, wondering what it has to do with dogs (oh, so much!
probably), and wondering if something is a sample, a digital sequence,
or a live band playing. It's easy to listen to cause you don't have to
download it, you can just listen from the link above. Or you can
download and listen endlessly on your mp3 thingy if you want. Get a
dose of jazz funk prog rock dogs hyper glitch cheesy pop techno
mish-mash arrangement metal country high-speed woof!<br />
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Then remember to roll in the grass, chase a few deer, howl at the moon,
whine that you're hungry, beg for scraps, lick your butt, pant heavily,
and dig with reckless abandon.<br />
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- JeemobonWTFMusic.orghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05614468757807421943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030646089064732115.post-87017315923966536922011-12-12T02:09:00.001+09:002011-12-12T02:09:50.079+09:00Strawberry Complexity – This Is Pop Music<img alt="img" src="http://goodluckboys.com/wtf/sc/WTFMcert2.jpg" title="img" /><br />
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<b><u>WTF Album:</u> Strawberry Complexity – This Is Pop Music</b><br />
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<img alt="img" src="http://goodluckboys.com/wtf/sc/Artwork_00Cover.jpg" title="img" /><br />
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<b><u>Artist:</u> DeFuncArt</b><br />
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<b><u>Country:</u> Ireland/UK</b><br />
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<b><u>Timeline:</u> 2010 -</b><br />
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<b><u>WTF Quality:</u> High, but see sidenote @Track 03.</b><br />
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<b><u>Tags:</u> found-sound, rape, jump-cut, string quartet, sampled, anger, granularity</b><br />
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<b><u>Links:</u></b> <br />
<a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?1ef2r2e5a2ox1ay" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.mediafire.com/?1ef2r2e5a2ox1ay</span></a><br />
<a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Strawberry-Complexity/76081961143" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.facebook.com/pages/Strawberry-Complexity/76081961143</span></a><br />
<a href="http://www.facebook.com/defuncart" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.facebook.com/defuncart</span></a><br />
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This album declaims, in it's title, to be the definition of that
mythical beast we all know and hate; the apparently universally loathed
"pop music". But this turns out to be a very personal rage against the
machine, fraught with difficulties of interpretation. This guy finds pop
music offensive on many (possibly all) levels, and tackles it with an
unprecedented venom. Surprisingly, though, his weapon of choice seems to
be the switch labeled OFF. Instead of going for the obviously exposed
jugular, he waits until it's on a Life Support System, and takes his
time gnawing through the pipes and lines that feed it. A much crueller
demise.<br />
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<u>01 - Tik Tok</u><br />
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<img alt="img" src="http://goodluckboys.com/wtf/sc/Artwork_01TiKToK.jpg" title="img" /><br />
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First Dr. DeFuncArt has nibbled through the saline drip. Rigor mortis
has already set in; decomposition is well advanced. In essence this is a
set of variations on a theme; three passes through some kind of
granular processor(?) - the first gradually (so gradually!) faded in,
then left to fester at full volume. A strangle hold is applied. The
next, where filters are gently applied - fundamentals, harmonics, noise
particles all jostling for supremacy but none getting the upper hand.
Another more violent choking. The third pass has more aggressive
filtering, topped off with a final gasp of agonized intensity. Before
you know it, this (over) 14 minute track has passed away.<br />
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<u>02 - Can't You See What I See?</u><br />
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<img alt="img" src="http://goodluckboys.com/wtf/sc/Artwork_02Can%27tYouSeeWhatISee-.jpg" title="img" /><br />
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Getting his teeth into the optic nerve, now. The lives passing before these glassy eyes include:-<br />
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*Lady Gaga - Love Game<br />
*The Winstons - Amen, Brother<br />
*Black Eyed Peas - I Gotta Feeling<br />
*Pink - Get This Party Started<br />
*Taylor Swift - Love Story<br />
*Justin Timberlake - Cry Me a River<br />
*Gwen Stefani - Hollaback Girl<br />
*Britney Spears - If You Seek Amy<br />
*t.A.T.u. - All the Things She Said<br />
*Britney Spears - Toxic<br />
*Rihanna - Umbrella<br />
*'Solo' from Manic Street Preacher's cover of Umbrella<br />
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This is "rape", but a step further. This is a necrophiliac armed with a quart of Rohipnol.<br />
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<u>03 - Just Dance</u><br />
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<img alt="img" src="http://goodluckboys.com/wtf/sc/Artwork_03JustDance.jpg" title="img" /><br />
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...in which he goes for the air-line, and starves the brain. On the face
of it, it's just a string quartet arrangement of the original song; but
that's already denied it any chance to breathe through it's lyrics. The
instruments are of course samples, lacking the vital oxygen of dynamics
and articulation - or even any natural rhythmic give and take. This one
is a well-embalmed cadaver, just waiting to play at it's own funeral.<br />
[sidenote] As a standalone, this track is not WTF at all – in the context it's as WTF as F.<br />
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<u>04 - Since You've Been Gone</u><br />
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<img alt="img" src="http://goodluckboys.com/wtf/sc/Artwork_04SinceYouveBeenGone.jpg" title="img" /><br />
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The Doctor holds up two X-rays here, saying “This is a picture of a
healthy kidney. Now let’s take a look at YOUR kidney...”. I think you
can probably guess by now which has the diseased nephrons.<br />
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*Kelly Clarkson - Since You've Been Gone<br />
*Music Rank by ryno13333 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7N9pcMmy8t0<br />
*Krzysztof Penderecki - Threnody to the Victims of Hiroshima<br />
*Iannis Xenakis - Jonchies<br />
*Iannis Xenakis - Nomos Alpha<br />
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<u>05 La Forêt Blanche</u><br />
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<img alt="img" src="http://goodluckboys.com/wtf/sc/Artwork_05ForetBlache.jpg" title="img" /><br />
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"Original lyrics from Evanescence's Haunted, My Last Breath, Tourniquet and Snow White Queen.<br />
Chord progession is inpsired from My Last Breath."<br />
<br />
Here's the Frankenstein part...and for my money it's pretty
successful...raid the cemetery for a few bits and pieces, stick 'em
together, and see what crawls out of the desecrated hole. Exhumation
101; and the Circle of Death is complete.<br />
<br />
Closure: As you can see, this package is thoughtfully provided with
individual artwork for each track, each one a bastardization or
conglomeration of the elements of the “original”. This provides a clue
as to what DeFuncArt is trying to achieve here – a thorough autopsy
followed by a wallowing formaldehyde bath for the entrails. I recommend
this album if you ever get a bit ticked off with the “pop
music/hype/culture/industry/machine”. It just goes to show that there's
always someone angrier at it than you.<br />
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<b>ettuspadix.</b>WTFMusic.orghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05614468757807421943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030646089064732115.post-60813928639768033452011-06-21T15:07:00.000+09:002011-06-21T15:07:42.791+09:00[WTF Review] Os Almeida - O Chamado de Cthulhucas (The Call of Cthulhucas) / The PSR-38 Sessions<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody>
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<b>Aritst:</b> Os Almeida<br />
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<b>WTF album:</b> O Chamado de Cthulhucas (The Call of Cthulhucas)<br />
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<b>Tags:</b> Lo-Fi, Folk, Noise, Satanic<br />
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<b>WTF Quality:</b> Purest sickest shit telling the life story of LFC, WTF legend and sovereign ruler of All.<br />
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<b>Lifespan:</b> 2008 -<br />
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<b>Country:</b> Brazil<br />
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<b>Link:</b> <a href="http://www.osalmeida.net/" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.osalmeida.net</span></a><br />
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<b>download</b> <a href="http://www.osalmeida.net/site/download/osalmeida_cthulhucas.zip" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.osalmeida.net/site/download/osalmeida_cthulhucas.zip</span></a><br />
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I am LFC<br />
I am Lucas Fucking Crazy<br />
This is my life.<br />
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it is Poetry of ecstatic sickness.<br />
Fucked Sickness Beyond Experience.<br />
He becomes me and I him, through this metamorphic transformation in the sound pair-a-dice.<br />
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I am all consuming.<br />
<br />
the snake<br />
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<img alt="img" src="http://churrasco.interbarney.com/files/2011/03/capa-500x290.jpg" title="img" /><br />
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+QD+ <br />
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Born from the infinite pure glowing blue. The pool of tranquil azure is the void from which I commence. Out of the blissful trance within the refraction of the sun and the water and the sky, I emerge. I scream electric static in your ears and at the celestial guitar harmonies. Os Almeida begin to utter my tale.<br />
Never satisfied I seek fulfillment like a child sucking at the tit, that's how I fucking feel. Until I shit rivers of milk and prematurely ejaculate a yellow flood of baby-spum at age 0.5. When it's done with me I start to feel the whiplash, like something is not right, to exceed is to incur pain on myself, too much is too much, any further and I drown in my own lust-fluids, I become what made me, the effervescent span of tranquil serenity. I drown it with abrasive noise. Unreasonable, unthinking, intuitive, primordial spum. It is not enough.<br />
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A Criatura Anatomicamente Impossivel<br />
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Pounding. Expended. Exhausted. In need of rest. In neutral. In fear. Drive is in reverse. Steady. Pulse. I am alive. And through all that. The throbbing gloom pulsating through this music is my black blood.<br />
Look at what I have become as I assume my metamorphosized adult form. I betray all beauties and ideals and hope. I have turned against my creator and seek only depravation of body and spirit. At this point in my life I am ready to take action.<br />
Still craving food and drink and chemicals in the brain. Escape. The deafening silence, I ROAR. ENOUGH OF THIS! DEFILE!!!!!<br />
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A Noruega Paulista<br />
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My friends the Almeidas have accurately depicted me, down to the last testicle hair. A thick thumping bass drives the crackling madness in my head. I am a scourge, I am evil, I am sick, I stand against all that is righteous and holy, I desecrate all that is sacred, I shit on you and myself, I love hate, I hate love, and I've had enough of this terrestrial space of flesh and grunt. Muck and Scum are merely not enough, the nauseating smell of boiling flesh and bone fumes are my next natural step. <br />
<br />
Descida ao Inferno (ft. LFC)<br />
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I am LFC. Hear my voice. Whiskey. Tobacco. Various hard drugs of shady origin. Ugliness is the highest. I'm sure if you listen to this album, your journey will be different from mine, as I am the almighty LFC and you are an insignificant speck of shit hanging onto a flimsy anal hair. I reign over all in the sickest of shit. It is honestly the sickest of shit to ever grace the bowels of mankind and demonkind alike.<br />
<br />
Pesquisa Antropologica<br />
<br />
Sex.<br />
You want a love song? For you, my interesting sex story. Lyrics translation below. So tell me about your fantasies; are they anything like this? Just a few simple guitar chords, some tape hiss, melodica, and Portuguese lyrics, and of course the fascinating electronic toys that burn my erections to full throb.<br />
<br />
O Chamado de Cthulhucas<br />
<br />
And to suck it all off, my favorite party song. Oh love! Oh powerful joy! Mourn life! Celebrate dismemberment! Celebrate abortion! Celebrate the destruction of this Earth! Mourn the closing of this album! Celbrate LFC! For I represent the fucked up-ness in ALL!<br />
<br />
<img alt="img" src="http://churrasco.interbarney.com/files/2011/03/contracapa-500x291.jpg" title="img" /><br />
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-Jeemobon (Via invocation of LFC)<br />
<br />
From Richard Almeida:<br />
<blockquote class="bb_quote">everyone must know more about the life of the great LFC. So here are the lyrics translated into English by the songwriters themselves.</blockquote><br />
<br />
+QD+ (abbreviation for "more than too much"<br />
<br />
The boy dreams too much<br />
when he took off the mask <br />
was himself <br />
who was behind <br />
<br />
the boy drinks too much <br />
when he poured the burning water <br />
was himself <br />
Who is distilled behind<br />
<br />
the guy knows what he does <br />
when he took off his pants <br />
was himself <br />
who became behind<br />
<br />
the boys gets laid too much<br />
when he ejaculated semen <br />
was himself <br />
who became pregnant behind<br />
<br />
THE CREATURE ANATOMICALLY IMPOSSIBLE<br />
<br />
a claustrophobic space of pure cracked concrete <br />
moldy floors and walls of sadness <br />
the drain of a sink rusty filthy left <br />
a creature whose geometry defies nature <br />
<br />
twenty-three angles between the tentacles <br />
less solid consistency to creamy <br />
facilitated the passage of something so big <br />
that instead of mouth had green suckers <br />
<br />
some say that the sound made by the creature <br />
denounced the lack of soul in something so appalling <br />
because, instead of voice or anything approaching human <br />
what was heard was a deafening hiss <br />
<br />
and even today, many years later <br />
there is no way of knowing what was that sound <br />
if they were screaming or wailing, in pain or pleasure <br />
because certain stories are better not being told <br />
<br />
PAULISTA NORWAY ("paulista" = located in the estate of Sao Paulo)<br />
<br />
In the village dominated by seafood <br />
once existed a pagan kingdom <br />
in attacks in the current Christian reality <br />
churches are desecrated with graffiti <br />
<br />
and the ink's fire still burns<br />
in memory of those who witnessed <br />
a can in hand and two fingers making horns <br />
from the hairy who resigned god<br />
<br />
the eighth level of the flaming underground<br />
lucifer watched the action with mannerism <br />
and indeed, it was the devil himself<br />
who called 911 and reported the vandalism <br />
<br />
what no one could even imagine <br />
that on that small village would born<br />
suddenly, without blinking <br />
the Antichrist who would descend to Hell <br />
<br />
DESCENT TO HELL (INSTRUMENTAL) <br />
<br />
ANTHROPOLOGICAL RESEARCH <br />
<br />
"Sex?" Asks the monster with a thousand faces <br />
"In the section on teen age education" responds <br />
the 60 years old librarian.<br />
"Sex?" Insists the monster with a thousand erections <br />
"I leave here at 6," says the widowed librarian <br />
<br />
I'm so horny for you mam <br />
Making love will be groovy<br />
<br />
And then they go down to the ninth level, and a forró happens (forró: traditional brazilian northeast music ball) <br />
Tens of thousands of elderly women with flaming nipples dance <br />
The Monster copulates with all, through its thousand sexual organs<br />
While the librarian shakes in jealousy and murderous rage <br />
<br />
The widow's glasses fog up and break <br />
At the same time she drops her grocery bags into the ground <br />
Boxes of cake dough and tubes of vaselin jelly are spread <br />
The monster gives 500 winks in one eye and smiles <br />
<br />
THE CALL OF CTHULUCAS <br />
<br />
Tem cabra que passa a régua, tem cabra que risca o chão (this verse absolutelly doesn't come across with nothing in english... but this would give a vague idea: "there are cowboys who get laid, there are cowboys who get fights") <br />
There are matchmaker women, there are women who don't say no<br />
And without excusing himself, he cut off the head <br />
of the old librarian woman and oddly enough <br />
Her chopped-off head still showed naughtiness. <br />
<br />
With the blood gushing out and black eyes rolling <br />
The whole tongue out, three seconds choking <br />
But it was long enough for the Devil to intervene <br />
Trying to defend the honor of the widow who would give birth <br />
to another Devil's child for this world to destroy<br />
<br />
While cleaning his teeth with the aborted fetus <br />
Into the deeps of the underworld he was teleported <br />
To checkout his bill, without a chance pay later <br />
With the owner of Hell, no Savior can help you: <br />
Accepted the knife fight, took off his shirt and went to battle <br />
<br />
After a long battle with Satan himself <br />
He escaped from Hell and never looked back <br />
He kept crushing the Demon's head<br />
And with cowboy boots he galloped <br />
To prove to the world who was ruling. <br />
<br />
Right above the Hell there is a vast ocean <br />
And he got his sea horse galloping <br />
Loud rang his trumpet to warn the planet<br />
I tell you this, my friend: the world is gonna end <br />
Now it's all fucked... Cthlhucas rises from the sea!<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>WTF album:</b> The PSR-38 Sessions<br />
<br />
<b>Tags:</b> Lo-Fi, Lo-Tech, MoR, Easy Listening, Funny. Very, very funny.<br />
<br />
<b>WTF Quality:</b> Just a very strange thing to do. Done for the sheer hell of it. A piece of Low Budget Brilliance.<br />
<br />
<img alt="img" src="http://www.goodluckboys.com/wtf/PSR38E.png" title="img" /><br />
<br />
It was never going to be a fair fight.<br />
<br />
A bunch of lowly primates against the massed troglodytes of the mighty Yamaha Corporation?<br />
<br />
Os Almeidas have taken upon themselves here a worthy and noble task; to invade the enemy from within, to infect the host and let the virus spread from the micro chip to the processor, thence to the very brain of the beast; then to watch it tumble, humbled before the marauding horde.<br />
<br />
The PSR-38 is an evil piece of kit. The "samba" button alone has been scientifically proven to use ten times more energy than any other rhythm. This monster is not a friend to the environment. Os Almeidas, our hirsute Superheroes, have set out to prove that it can be tamed, and bent to the will of a skilled operative. Mission accomplished.<br />
<br />
1./ Beber Pinga e Legal (Portugese:-Drinking Rum is Legal/Spanish:-Dick and Legal Drinking)<br />
Oily lounge-lizard shuffle with some frankly dangerous vocals recorded without a safety net. Plus lunatic solos clearly under the influence of one of the more fortified wines of the region.<br />
<br />
2./ Eu Devia Ter me Casado (Portugese:- I Should Have Married/Spanish:- I Married and Deviated)<br />
Heavy Metal is up for treatment next. The PSR-38 handles this magnificently, with the aid of some frenzied guitar work that never quite musters the enthusiasm to melt your face. Splendidly done; the ending is a treat.<br />
<br />
3./ A Velha Jovem Guarda (The New Old Guard)<br />
A spunky little blues, with manic "trumpet" interjections and some cheeky BV's, this chunters along nicely, but fear not! It then develops into a freaky "surf's up" solo; again, the ending is a doozy.<br />
<br />
4./ Perdido, Nos te Amamos (Lost, We are in Love)<br />
Back to the Baroque here, which is deftly juxtaposed with an anti-social guitar solo. Delicious.<br />
<br />
5./ Pereira E um Cara Batuta (A Pear and a Man-Wand)<br />
...which frames off the suite beautifully. Well, it does; that - no more, no less.<br />
<br />
Although they are few in number, these pithy, witty, refreshing little sorbets are deceptively simple, deeply witty and darkly offensive all at one and the same time. Their brevity is testament to their humour and compactness. To flirt with so many styles, then to take them all home and bed them, is a tribute to the carefully cloaked skills of an unparalleled guerrilla force. To extract depth from an intellectually stunted instrument with the mental agility of a small soap-dish, is a tour de force greatly to be admired.<br />
<br />
It was never going to be a fair fight.<br />
<br />
A bunch of lowly primates against the massed troglodytes of the mighty Yamaha Corporation?<br />
<br />
My money's on the guerrillas, every time.<br />
<br />
<u>ettuspadix</u><br />
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</tbody></table>WTFMusic.orghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05614468757807421943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030646089064732115.post-41717087984877443722011-04-06T12:13:00.000+09:002011-04-06T12:13:19.293+09:00Richard There - If the World Calls, Please Leave a Message<b>Artist:</b> Richard There<br />
<br />
<b>WTF Album:</b> If the World Calls, Please Leave a Message<br />
<br />
<b>Tags:</b> Singer/Songwriter, Outsider, Spoken-Word, Dark, Rock<br />
<br />
<b>WTF Quality:</b> Accent, Demented Poetry & Lyrics, Childish<br />
<br />
<b>Lifespan:</b> 2008 -<br />
<br />
<b>Country:</b> There<br />
<br />
<b>Link:</b> <a href="http://richardthere.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://richardthere.blogspot.com</span></a><br />
<br />
<br />
<img alt="img" src="http://img830.imageshack.us/img830/9663/coverbci.jpg" title="img" /><br />
<br />
After a lengthy hiatus from writing record reviews I'm returning with a handful of very special records. <br />
To start we have the much anticipated new Richard There album produced by Richard Almeida. <br />
Anyone already use to his lo-fi bedroom approach to recording will be in for a big surprise. <br />
While the majority of the vocals keep the unique grainy recorded sound he has done in the past the music itself is well executed and recorded, along with special effects, soundscapes, SFX, and many other various ear-candy surprises. <br />
<br />
In reviewing this album I got help from a friend of mine from back in the states. I thought he could help supply opposing thoughts on this as he hates, and I mean really fucking HATES, anything out of the ordinary in music. <br />
I had no doubts that he would give opposite opinions against mine. <br />
I did this because after I reviewed each individual song I realized that it was all too positive. I was licking Richard There's asshole - up and down. <br />
I love this damn album to death and my words reflected that too much that I couldn't take all the sunshine praise and decided to give this review a black and white make-over.<br />
So, I emailed my friend and asked him to say a few words about each song of the album. <br />
My attempt at creating a duel first reactions review.<br />
Later I edited a few parts to shorten things between us. <br />
My friend may seem a bit harsh here but I know Richard and his fans can take it. And in the end, after reading his words, I learned to appreciate this music even more. <br />
<br />
Ladies and gentlemen of the WTFMusic world - it is my great pleasure to introduce you to the man himself - who insists that I'm wasting my time with WTFMusic and thinks it is all a big joke for people with nothing better to do: Mr. James Jeffery!<br />
<br />
<blockquote class="bb_quote">Hello fine people of WTFMUSIC.ORG!<br />
I look forward to say a few words about each song from Richard There's new album "If the world calls, please leave a message."<br />
I have never heard of this Richard There guy before but Marcus (onionpalac) asked me this favor and I'm more than happy to abide. <br />
I can only imagine what I'm in for. God, I hope this isn't THAT painful on my ears.<br />
Let's get it on!</blockquote><br />
<br />
1. If you want to say something<br />
<b>OP:</b> A surprising introduction to the album. Already I feel that this is going to be something different than what I'm used to from Mr. There. Perhaps some kind of concept album? <br />
<b>JJ:</b> Nothing too offensive yet. Just a quick answering machine recording introduction gimmick. I've heard this done a lot on many rap albums. Is this gonna be some kind of experimental crazy rap thing?<br />
<br />
2. Everyday<br />
<b>OP:</b> Time for story time around the fire with Richard! It's the simplicity in songs like this that gives comfort and charm to the music here. This story is a loop in itself and peaks at the moment of the subjects inspiration. It'S good to hear Richard's voice again singing new material that I know I will return to again and continue to enjoy. It's just so warm and comforting!<br />
<b>JJ:</b> Whoa accent! That was a funny surprise! Not as weird as I'd thought it would be. Boring as all hell though. A repeating guitar figure accompanying a story about some bored guy who gets a flash of realization that he's a procrastinator. Most likely the same thing will happen again the next day. And the next. And the next. Like the repeating guitar. Okay. Next song please. <br />
<br />
3. I don’t know what you mean<br />
<b>OP:</b> Patterns? The world is calling. Messages are being left. Is there a mystery to unravel here?<br />
<b>JJ:</b> Okay, another answering machine skit. "I don’t know what you mean when you say hi (high?)" How high are you Richard?<br />
<br />
4. Call you friend<br />
<b>OP:</b> Instant classic! A genuine playful and colorful creative tune about friendship with children as guest vocalists. It has that Wild Man Fischer spontaneous quality with the ever present Daniel Johnston innocence. Love it!<br />
<b>JJ:</b> Sooooo, this is what I was afraid of. My wife walked in during this tune. She asked why I was listening to children records and accused me of doing drugs. Thanks for that Richard and Marcus. And really, anyone can make shit like this and many people already have. My only question is why?<br />
<br />
5. Silence Train<br />
<b>OP:</b> Nice production with the SFX and musical atmosphere to help support the words. Richard has great delivery in his text here and his voice seeps deep into the underlying sounds around him. Very easily drawn in and captivated. I can imagine that this would be great live. Perhaps we need to organize a Richard Show performed on a train?<br />
<b>JJ:</b> A holocaust train perhaps? That was my first guess at least. This one is not so strange or bad either. I can't imagine wanting to listen to it again. Again the story goes nowhere. <br />
<br />
6. Now I’m fucked<br />
<b>OP:</b> I dig the "fucked" pronunciation. Not much else to say. Nice transition into the next track and keeping with the theme. <br />
<b>JJ:</b> Fuck-ed? Yes Richard. Yes you are fuck-ED! No argument there.<br />
<br />
7. Sand in my mouth<br />
<b>OP:</b> A delicate sounding Richard delivering a loose message of someone somewhere losing something - being shot down. Brings variety to the set so far. Short enough to be valid. Really digging the way this album is unfolding. <br />
<b>JJ:</b> This is what Bob Dylan would sound like if he came from a third world country. Enough said. The song's already over. <br />
<br />
8. Robots<br />
<b>OP:</b> What is this? A very unexpected side of Mr. There. Wonderful sci-fi soundscapes. A vocoder laced Richard untangles the age old question: what came first - the robots or the humans? Richard seems to be taking on all kinds of characters these days. <br />
<b>JJ:</b> Oh come on! What's the point of this? To see what your voice sounds like disguised as a robot? More boring shit. How are people supposed to enjoy this on repeated listens? Really.<br />
<br />
9. Joke<br />
<b>OP:</b> This might be the first stand-up Dadaist joke I've ever heard . . .<br />
<b>JJ:</b> So now I know that not only is Richard There not a musician but also not a comedian as well. <br />
<br />
10. Listening to my breath<br />
<b>OP:</b> Words of despair filled with questions and the lacking of confidence mixed with optimism. Themes I love to hear Richard talk and sing about. At first I was disappointed at the 1:52 mark. That build up. "See how it builds up like Linkin' Park?" (Lame Zappa reference - sorry). But trusting Richard's judgement over mine I went back and listened to the track a few more times. The way it ends is what justifies it for me. Not taking itself too seriously. <br />
<b>JJ:</b> English pronunciation problems aside, and perhaps some people see that as part of the art (?), this is not such a bad tune. It's trying at least. And it almost does something until it just stops and dies. <br />
<br />
11. Find my way<br />
<b>OP:</b> Huh?<br />
<b>JJ:</b> What? <br />
<br />
12. The same<br />
<b>OP:</b> I wonder if this was improvised. Almost like Alexander "Skip" Spence or Bill Clint in it's candid approach. Something rarely put down on record. Many people could never pull this kind of thing off but Richard does it with his honest and deep story-telling technique. <br />
<b>JJ:</b> Someone get that rambling stoned hippy off stage. This is a family oriented coffee house you know! And man is that voice getting annoying. Sounds like you had some tough luck in your life Richard, huh? Yeah, don't we all. This is the worse so far. Especially when you go off on Velvet Underground. <br />
<br />
13. Happy Birthday<br />
<b>OP:</b> A warm introduction for the next song. <br />
<b>JJ:</b> Is the Richard he's addressing here Richard There? Is this a song to himself? And this raises another question. Just how old is Richard There?<br />
<br />
14. Doesn’t matter much<br />
<b>OP:</b> Another instant classic from the coasts of There! A life full of sin is the only life worth living. Adding voices onto of pre-recorded material is always a plus in my book. Especially when it pulls the possibilities of weirdness. Possibly the best closing song to any album ever! <br />
<b>JJ:</b> WTF? <br />
<br />
15. If you are there<br />
<b>OP:</b> Is this real? Are you talking to Richard Almeida? I'd always answer the phone if you called man. <br />
<b>JJ:</b> Yeah, I'd ignore your phone calls too Richard. <br />
<br />
Final thoughts:<br />
<b>OP:</b> It's the personality that always pulls me into Richard There's world. The candid honesty, creative playfulness, witty experimentation, delivery of stories, twisted gloom vs. bright hope - this all makes up the world known as There. Where Richard lives and is happy to come and take anyone along who wishes to get out of their own routine of serious adult business and everyday chores of typical logic and life. With the EP "Who touched my bones?" I felt as if I was in the same room with Richard and he was telling me all these little stories. With this new album I feel as if he is taking me on a guided tour by flying carpet and introducing me to various characters and tales of feelings and memories. Each turn drastically different than the next. It's a special thing when an artist can keep their personally attached yet create drastically different backgrounds to express themselves in. A very well rounded and coherent record of WTF proportions and thoughtful playful exuberances. Thanks for the journey Richard!<br />
<b>JJ</b>: Listening to this album is like falling down a hole in MySpace music hell. Where everyone and their stoned mothers are experimenting with all the music software they pirated off the internet. The creators call it weird and experimental but how can it be either if it's being done all over the world everyday over and over again? Pop star sensationalist Kanye West is more weird and experimental than this. Lady Ga Ga is at least spending the money needed to try out new technology with top producers on her albums. And both play with the media in ways that haven't been thought up yet. Using the public as part of the art the way politicians do but in a more creative fashion. That's fucking experimental. Not this shit. I'm sorry Ricard There. I'm sure you're a nice guy but your music goes nowhere, at least for me. It was alright writing words about this music but I assure you that I will not return to it. <br />
<br />
Please comment and let us know who you agree with more. Me, onionapalac, or James Jeffery, also known as JJ here. <br />
I think I know the verdict. <br />
While JJ may be harsh with his words on commenting on Richard's music it brings into perspective how "outsiders of the outside" view our music. Something that is very interesting to me. <br />
How should we deal with these people? Should we even consider dealing with them? Is it important? Should we only talk to ourselves and people like us? Only making friends with those who we can fully relate to? <br />
To tell you the truth - I'm more concerned with those who are unfamiliar or those who refuse to accept this kind of music than with those who already embrace it.<br />
What do you think?<br />
<br />
DOWNLOAD the album HERE:<br />
<a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?d2s3556jafq4mnz" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.mediafire.com/?d2s3556jafq4mnz</span></a><br />
<br />
- OnionPalacWTFMusic.orghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05614468757807421943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030646089064732115.post-16210081442253425832011-03-25T03:28:00.002+09:002011-03-25T03:28:45.131+09:00Happy Fucking Birthday WTFMusic.org compilation album<div id="3_1300990995"> <img alt="img" src="http://goodluckboys.com/wtf/wtfbd.jpg" title="img" /><br />
<br />
We received 10 entries for this marathon and it's a WTFM birthday delight, thanks to all who participated:<br />
<br />
Phooey - Happe Birthday<br />
zipperhacker - HapiBerzdej<br />
onionpalac - Three Cheers For WTFM!!!!!<br />
ettuspadix - Sorry I'm Late<br />
Bloopy - sleep<br />
cutworm - seed frags<br />
LFC - HFB<br />
richardalmeida - Parabéns pra Você <br />
jeemobon - wtfmusic.org meets the angel of death<br />
ettuspadix - Only the Juggler Stayed to the Bitter End<br />
<br />
download it here:<br />
<a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=4ZSZMX6D" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.megaupload.com/?d=4ZSZMX6D</span></a> </div>WTFMusic.orghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05614468757807421943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030646089064732115.post-74276246080244174182011-01-21T03:43:00.000+09:002011-01-21T03:43:39.632+09:00International Email Audio Art Project<div class="post_teaser" style="display: block;"> <b>Artist:</b> Hal McGee, plus a barrage of musicians from around the world<br />
<br />
<b>WTF project:</b> International Email Audio Art Project<br />
<br />
<b>Tags:</b> mail art, postal art, correspondence art, collaboration, collage, chance process, DIY, homemade music, experimental music, electronic music, noise, field recordings, cut-ups, lo-fi, lo-tech, circuit bending, hacking, punk folk, compilation, anarcho-libertarianism, art of the everyday, fluxus, spoken word, spontaneous poetics, guerilla and street music, uncovering the latent potentials of the Internet for networking, cultural inclusivity and openness and interactivity<br />
<br />
<b>WTF quality:</b> An internet based project comprised solely of one minute tracks bundled into 60 track volumes running the gamut of what creative artists connected to the internet feel worth sharing<br />
<br />
<b>Lifespan:</b> 2010 -<br />
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<b>Country:</b> Hub location Florida USA, The WORLD<br />
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<img alt="img" src="http://ia700106.us.archive.org/12/items/IEAAPVolume1/01Ieaap-Logo.jpg" title="img" /><br />
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<blockquote class="bb_quote">The Homemade Music Movement has grown from the roots of the Mail Art Movement, and in order to pay due respect and acknowledge these origins, I propose an international EMAIL audio art project in which contributors will send to me a one-minute miniature audio work in mp3 format (plus visual works if desired) attached to an email. These works will be published together in volumes online.</blockquote><br />
<br />
I first found out about this from fellow WTFucker Yoshihiro Kikuchi, who submitted a track on WTFM some time ago which had been included in this project. From there I found out about the mastermind of the whole thing, Hal McGee, to whom I got connected on Facebook, and proceeded to download the first three volumes from the internet archive. Due to mishaps in the tagging department, when these tracks got loaded into iTunes (along with a whole bunch of other stuff simultaneously) they were a total mess, with various different or no album names, track numbers that didn't make sense, and no way to bundle them together without manually scanning the tracklists and inputting the information. Fuck that. But this allowed me a very strange introduction to this body of work. Since tracks were scattered about in my "recently added" playlist (where all the wtf and other downloaded stuff goes), they would come on in spurts between other albums, sometimes several at a time, in random order, and I never knew when or if or anything about it, other than thinking, "oh, that must have been another one of those 60 second tracks. Huh."<br />
<br />
Here's the sausage frank, something all the dudes and babes in the hyper know of the netra-sphere of new music distribution and listening paradigm shifting ideology have been talking about - how we listen to music is changing. The idea of the album is passing on into ephemera, like the symphony did in the last century. As did the opera which was replaced by film. Even the idea of song is slowly losing its footing, at least in the sense it was once known. Sure why not, our concept of music is not what it used to be. Personally for me and collectively. Yeah, fuck, we hear so much about how iPods changed the listening habits of a generation, just like CDs and cassettes and records and radio and wax cylinders and player pianos and brainwashed monkeys in tuxedos with bows on catgut strings had done in generations past. I don't want to get all pseudo-philosophical-historical on this piece, but something about this IEAAP screams <b>concept</b>. Hal is way into this stuff, from what I gather.<br />
<br />
The tagging issue seems to have been cleared up and the following volumes are all organized, I think, but I can't verify that because I decided to listen to them all on the internet archives instead. Funky-ass player keeps stopping on me for no reason, alas part of the experience. Funny thing is, this is a total sporadic collage of sounds, very little coherence to it whatsoever other than the constant shifting from one scene to the next every 60 seconds. Many tracks are cut up in themselves, although it seems track order was considered. Of that I can't be sure. It's a mosaic. Since every piece stands out on its own, basically nothing stands out, all the lines are blurred, the fragmentary monster takes shape.<br />
<br />
Time warp 1981 Hal McGee gets into homemade taping. Why? What's that all about? From growing up listening to rock music, developing a taste for avant-garde and experimental music, the homemade tape scene was a big revelation, something hidden, secret, unknown to society at large, and vastly exciting for young Hal.<br />
<blockquote class="bb_quote">Contemptuous of the mind-numbing vacuousness of the mainstream music industry these homemade experimental audio recording artists blazed paths of their own choosing, often in a highly personal manner, their sounds mirroring or reflecting their personal experiences. When you received a cassette in the mail from a trading partner you knew that this was a special object, one of few in number, sometimes with elaborate or even very simple homemade/handmade artwork to accompany it</blockquote><br />
They were tweaking, improvising, sound painting, conceptualizing, and sound-metabolizing, trading tapes, and copying and releasing them to the whoever, seeds to the wind, all merely by copying from home. Rubbing stamps with big underground names like Nurse with Wound and Merzbow.<br />
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Now. Internet is the new medium, where people can collaborate. Fast. New. Fresh. Convenient. Bold. Limitless. Just like cardboard and combustion engines, but no smell. I would like to research into each of these artists and their releases in the IEAAP, but I don't have the time or the gusto for that. I can tell you what I have seen from scanning the list of artists - there are some repeats, some regulars on the scene - Hal himself, Tree, Bryan Lewis Saunders, Jaan Patterson, Anton Mobin... Anton Mobin who was also in the Classwar Karaoke Comp (reviewed on wtfm), which also featured Ian Simpson of Noise Research (also on the IEAAP), who runs the ephre imprint label (another WTFM review), and Lezet, who was both in the Classwar Karaoke comp and reviewed individually here on WTFM, and the harbinger of all this (to WTFM), Yoshihiro Kikuchi, who crashed at my place once, and I'm sure a host of other connections and collaborative webs can be discovered, especially if your name is Hal McGee. Oh shit, Scissor Shock's on there too.<br />
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So what about the music. Well I can just say there is a shitload of all kinds of 60 second music. Some pop stuff too, which is always fun when you're immersed in abstract sound-paintings. My personal stand-out track comes from volume 1, a nice little ditty called "a minute of your life" by Lord Litter. Just a lo-fi synth-pop folk song which sums these little gingerbread slices of time for me:<br />
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<blockquote class="bb_quote">this is just a minute of your life, many more to come<br />
goes so fast, till it's not that short; many more to come<br />
this was just a minute of your life, many more to come</blockquote><br />
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I'm submitting a track to Hal for volume 7. Just something recorded from my bedroom, something 100% digital until it hits the speakers. You can all take part in this, of course, very easily in fact.<br />
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Check out Hal's website, with information on his many projects throughout his career, plus interviews and links to lots of music. Lots and lots.<br />
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<a href="http://www.halmcgee.com/" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.halmcgee.com/</span></a><br />
this leads to everything. The IEAAP link is on the top of the page. Click it. There are links to the archives from there.<br />
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The tapes are all decaying somewhere. The hard drives are running and spitting out impulses, to you, and to me, and from all over the fucking place. And these too will decay.<br />
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I leave you with all the artwork from volume 1<br />
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-Jeemobon<br />
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<img alt="img" src="http://ia700106.us.archive.org/12/items/IEAAPVolume1/02PregnantSpore-PriestSlimeArtwork.jpg" title="img" /><img alt="img" src="http://ia700106.us.archive.org/12/items/IEAAPVolume1/03Nxp-Artwork.jpg" title="img" /><img alt="img" src="http://ia700106.us.archive.org/12/items/IEAAPVolume1/09Rubbish-Hal-o-eenArtwork.jpg" title="img" /><img alt="img" src="http://ia700106.us.archive.org/12/items/IEAAPVolume1/07Lubrication-SundawnArtwork.jpg" title="img" /><img alt="img" src="http://ia700106.us.archive.org/12/items/IEAAPVolume1/11Screwtape-ItsAllYourFaultArtwork.jpg" title="img" /><img alt="img" src="http://ia700106.us.archive.org/12/items/IEAAPVolume1/12PostMortem-AirArtwork.jpg" title="img" /><img alt="img" src="http://ia700106.us.archive.org/12/items/IEAAPVolume1/14TullioDeSantis-SomethingFromNothingArtwork.jpg" title="img" /><img alt="img" src="http://ia700106.us.archive.org/12/items/IEAAPVolume1/18CranialDrill-ThomasTheTankEngineGoesPostalArtwork.jpg" title="img" /><img alt="img" src="http://ia700106.us.archive.org/12/items/IEAAPVolume1/23RpCollier-PortageArtwork.jpg" title="img" /><img alt="img" src="http://ia700106.us.archive.org/12/items/IEAAPVolume1/30TorsteinWjiik-PostalWorkerArtwork.jpg" title="img" /><img alt="img" src="http://ia700106.us.archive.org/12/items/IEAAPVolume1/31Enstruction-AnalogArtwork.jpg" title="img" /><img alt="img" src="http://ia700106.us.archive.org/12/items/IEAAPVolume1/32CharlesRiceGoffIii-TheWailBetweenTheSeamsArtwork.jpg" title="img" /><img alt="img" src="http://ia700106.us.archive.org/12/items/IEAAPVolume1/34ScissorShock-CatPlanetWomanArtwork.jpg" title="img" /><img alt="img" src="http://ia700106.us.archive.org/12/items/IEAAPVolume1/36JeremyGluck-ICameFromWhereIAmArtwork.jpg" title="img" /><img alt="img" src="http://ia700106.us.archive.org/12/items/IEAAPVolume1/41LordLitter-AMinuteOfYourLifeArtwork.jpeg" title="img" /><img alt="img" src="http://ia700106.us.archive.org/12/items/IEAAPVolume1/44AntonMobin-BlockedSenderArtwork.jpg" title="img" /><img alt="img" src="http://ia700106.us.archive.org/12/items/IEAAPVolume1/51BuzzsawAndTheShavingsArtwork.jpg" title="img" /><img alt="img" src="http://ia700106.us.archive.org/12/items/IEAAPVolume1/52ViolenceAndTheSacred-DepartDeceitArtwork.jpg" title="img" /><img alt="img" src="http://ia700106.us.archive.org/12/items/IEAAPVolume1/53NuxVomica-TheIdiorrhythmicSketeArtwork.jpg" title="img" /><img alt="img" src="http://ia700106.us.archive.org/12/items/IEAAPVolume1/55Ydb-TheHelloWienSoundMachineArtwork.jpg" title="img" /> </div>WTFMusic.orghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05614468757807421943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030646089064732115.post-29379682027659983422011-01-03T14:19:00.002+09:002011-01-03T14:19:58.917+09:00Berger Rond - Etrange en Compagnie close Artist: Berger Rond<span class="post_title"> </span><b>WTF album:</b> Etrange en Compagnie<br />
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<b>Tags:</b> spasmacousmatic, multi-threaded jump-cut, jazz, improvisation, free improvisation, experimental, spoken word, vocal <br />
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<b>WTF quality:</b> Intricately assembled with "no Bach shortcuts". Don't ask me.<br />
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<b>Lifespan:</b> 2010 -<br />
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<b>Country:</b> Canada<br />
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Workshop Manual for:- Berger Rond - Etrange en Compagnie<br />
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For this project you will require:-<br />
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1. An industrial strength French-English-Swedish Dictionary.<br />
2. A Clarinet Extractor (available from most good retailers, but we recommend the "Claristract" from Wal-mart - it comes with attachments for most of the wind instruments, with the exception of the Double-Contra-Bass-Piccolo).<br />
3. Google Translate (for light relief).<br />
4. A No. 17 Clamp (metric or imperial, I really don't care)<br />
3. An Open Mind (these are unfortunately no longer available commercially).<br />
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Preparation:- Download album from <a href="http://www.freakywaves.com/vb/Vincent/music.htm" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.freakywaves.com/vb/Vincent/music.htm</span></a>, and gently insert into player of your choice by means of wires or otherwires.<br />
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Procedure:-Sit or stand in a comfortable but conscious posture, with eyes open or closed depending on light levels, security, temperature etc.<br />
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Carefully initiate Track 1, labeled clearly "Riant va sans l'autre" - mind those fingers!<br />
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You will now be immersed in a web-like structure, from which it is difficult to escape. The upside of this predicament is that you probably won't want to.<br />
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Observe that the web is constructed very carefully, by somebody who really knows what they are doing. The materials used are similar to those used in previous models, but put together in intelligent and surprising ways. The various threads and nodules that you encounter are knotted together manually by a skilled artisan by the name of Vincent Bergeron. These are factory settings, and should not be tampered with.<br />
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Moving further down the web, you will encounter some vocals that have been equally and unequally overlayed, underlayed and throughlayed according to whimsy. These glue the entire structure into a very palletable entity, and strengthen the whole, without restricting the natural flow of energy. Few filters have been provided as standard, thus giving a feel of the most intimate and enchanting chamber-music. These vocals are due to the talents of Viveka Eriksson and Daniel Knox, both of whom seem to have been apprenticed to jazz stylists. This has enabled the designers to enhance the elegance emissions by over a third.<br />
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Add to this a contribution by Frederick Szymanski on classical guitar, and you have an overview of of the themes fuelling this album; the breakdown of communication, abstractness, minute attention to detail and genrelessness.<br />
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Now insert the prongs of the Google Translate into the title. The reading should be "Laughing Goes Without the Other" +/-9.<br />
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Negotiating carefully to the next track, "Intention Dévorante". Put the Google Translate into "loosely" mode, and press button B. This will now read "Devouring Intention".<br />
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This is made from similar but subtly different materials, and a slight change in personnel. Liz Alice joins the throng on vocals, while Daniel and Frederick take a back seat. A slightly more folky influence will also be perceived. Do not allow this to foul the carburettor.<br />
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Proceed to "Me detester quand je l'aime", the reading here being "I hate myself when I like it". Daniel once again replaces Liz on the vocals, and the jazzish feel returns, with a kind of piquant, sado-masochistic air. This may appear to introduce timing errors, but these are intentional, and should not be compensated for.<br />
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The introduction of a spasmacoustic Berger Rond into the next track has allowed engineers access to the throbbing heart at the centre of this unstoppable machine. Reference to the tables at the back of this manual will give an expected reading to "Du noir marre j'en ai" of approximately "I'm tired of black". This is well within tolerances.<br />
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Resolutely clamping the spasmacoustic valve will allow music to escape from "Le monde se défait toujours tout seul", and this may choke off the Google Translate. Do not be alarmed. After a minute or so, and a good hard thrashing, it will eventually yield "The world always defeats itself on it's own", with a remainder of "of it's own accord" to the right of the decimal point. It will also spit forth a bonus track, "Spasmacousmatic", which does exactly what it says on the can. I think.<br />
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Dismantling is now complete. Prepare a surface on which to lie down, and rest.<br />
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In the meantime, re-calibrate the translator, and leave to stand in a bucket of clean Berger Rond. Berger is of course a Shepherd, but Rond takes a little more effort; it can apparently give "round", "circular", "rotund", or my own personal favourite, "blind drunk". Savour those images for a moment. Then finally unravel "Etrange en Compagnie" to complete the jigsaw. Results of "In the Company of Strangers" are not unusual.<br />
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Re-assembly is the reverse of removal.<br />
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Health and Safety:- Hypnotic experiences may result from overuse, but I've never really minded that. There may also be lurking pools of percussion, but the effects do not last long.<br />
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Notes:- Spasmacousmatic is probably the best adjective to use for this jerky but attention-grabbing music. Involuntary movements are it's inspiration and it's Muses, and you will feel yourself sucked into the vortex, possibly reacting physically after a while. I have no idea how or why this works, it just does. It's like trying to make love standing up in a hammock; difficult, but ultimately very rewarding.<br />
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-ettuspadix.WTFMusic.orghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05614468757807421943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030646089064732115.post-59773479438148786082010-12-07T01:51:00.000+09:002010-12-07T01:51:48.714+09:00Incubi - Cornucopia, The Magus, Sphinx, Les Catacombes Mortes<b>Artist:</b> Incubi<br />
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<b>WTF albums:</b> Cornucopia, The Magus, Sphinx, Les Catacombes Mortes<br />
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<b>Tags:</b> jump cut, spastic, free, contemporary, chamber, lo-fi, 8-bit, herky-jerky, drone, prog, noise, diverse, electronic, junk, ambient, space, psychedelic<br />
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<b>WTF quality:</b> A cornucopia of weirdness served with the most peculiar array of cutlery and decorum, with sudden vector-jumps into parallel worlds<br />
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<b>Lifespan:</b> 2010 -<br />
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<b>Country:</b> USA<br />
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So I was in the process of listening to and reviewing Incubi's album "Les Catacombes Mortes" when suddenly the dude appears on wtfmusic and posts a new song, something assuredly from beyond this world, with a link to his new album, "Cornucopia."<br />
So here comes your wtf quadruple shot baking chowder smocha stencil-ectomy operation with soy sauce.<br />
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I'm trying to remember when I first heard Incubi's music. I think it was several months ago, perhaps in the late Spring. It was in the beginning of July. I checked the records. I remember now our great guru onionpalac telling me that this guy says he makes music in the vein of Zorn's Naked City. Checked the email records. He specifically cited the "Absinthe" album as a major influence to the "Les Catacombes Mortes." In the last couple weeks I've re-listened to that album a couple times, forgetting that it's completely different from Incubi's more herky jerky lopsided drunken swirling dervishes of controlled chaos. I completely lost track of that side of his art and had to re-pin him in my mind as a pure noise drone artist. Y'all will have to forgive me, my mind has been a sludge of wtf and after months of not hearing from a musician, I forget wtf they are and where they come from. Apparently Mr. John Wight is from Alaska, according to his wtfmusic member profile. Fits, this music does not come from a person who is plugged in at the core of the bustle of civilization. If it did that person would have to be severely mentally disconnected from it all. I hear the powerful impression of pure raw nature in this music. It is not concrete and radio waves, it is tundra and cumulus clouds. And no, this is not ambient mood music or even remotely close, nor is it in your face piles of genres stacked up against you an a spinning dimension. It's not pistols and hookers, it's narwhal tusks and lupin spores. There is a power of beauty in the music which one should could better not dismiss as only attempts at being strangely weird fucked up man. Listen to the honesty in the music - no posing, no bullshit, no claims to any bogus grandeur or intellectualism or punk-ism or staring the gaze of the eyes into the vacuum of ego-centrism. I want to say that it is highly organic. It grows, and yes it is highly mutated as well.<br />
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<img alt="img" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8CnSDBP0KTMVoradw8FvxCwSbHlk-E1MPvy_D9N-a-KCKanMEtVr6Lsq0vUxzChQ4XMjOXHha2VpGkastNjWyd-NPd3gdEM0H15SLd8_o_H3P5x3sT09cyZ3mg2KHz0PK7K0RpRT1TJTQ/s320/catacombecover.jpg" title="img" /><br />
<b>Les Catacombes Mortes</b> might be French. Maybe it means the dead catacombs? Shall I research it? Anyhow this work bears resemblance to some other wtfmusic reviewed musicians, namely Nokhoi (but less harsh), or the releases from the Ephre Imprint Label (but less ambient). Dig your ears into the eerie rumbles, the shrouded harmonies, the distant choir moaning from the treetops, the rushes of wind, the horror movie underscore atmosphere, and the buried souls. For those of you not familiar with the "Absinthe" album, it's got some of Naked City's longer tunes on it (of course they were famous for the really quick jump cut stuff), averaging about 5 minutes and much more darkly ambient than most of their extreme drug-induced rape-homicide fandangoes. Of the Incubi music on which I write, this particular album comes the closest to genre: dark ambient. But there are lots of loose hinges, breaks, and hidden trap-doors which lead me down narrow secret ways. I start to feel creepy, like some cold air is moving down my neck, or spiders are crawling somewhere around my head, but things start jumping out at me, at random intervals, startling me from chilled to chilling, chilly to chillified, snapped, cold, damp, started again, and perplexed. The atmosphere of gloomy comfort which wraps about the genre doesn't sustain. I am lost in the catacombs.<br />
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<img alt="img" src="http://goodluckboys.com/wtf/GW310H305.jpg" title="img" /><br />
If we take a time warp back to July, when I first heard this altered beast, we come to <b>The Magus</b> and kind of sit at the foot of this stone megalith thing and vacantly stare upwards, in reverse, so that the top of it starts to appear first, breaking the sky. But no sooner than I am whisked away by helicopter. My former self remains there, with all of you, just kind of like peering up at this stone megalith but never looking directly. There are many faces to it, they rotate. They are all different sizes, some electric, some primarily black tar resin, others plant-like, and yeah, it's not really something we're gonna look at all at once. More like a door opens, draws our attention towards it, it sings a bit, we sit in the grass and talk about world events and history, someone farts, we laugh, a little bit of snack time, a wee bit of frolicking, ... meanwhile the helicopter has landed and I'm kicking in broken windows, throwing pebbles, noticing the far-faded graffiti. My mind wanders a bit. With my headphones on, you hear some heavily distorted object percussion sounds, on a rampage. You hear a little bit of 8-bit grooves, spun on vinyl to the jank of a busted ukelele. Someone screams, again and again, meanwhile our picnic has dispersed, we're all climbing up various small grass-covered altars and sacrimonial mounds. The sancro-sinct mood keeps us at our wits, and we notice things, like the blackbird which just swooped into a high perch of the aspen, the caterpillar wriggling through the ivy, the way the shadow of a hat stretches into a figure 8 shape, and all these things meet in the roof of the empty warehouse. We spontaneously begin dancing, then we fall lightly, and land on our knees where we trudge upon knees, shake hair, head gazing down. The helicopter is now a boat, now a three wheeled taxi cart, now a bicycle, now a log bridge. Incubi concocts the punch, he spares no details. Each batch is potent and small - jello-shot sized. All are variously colored and strong-scented. What is The Magus? Is it this thousand faced megalith? Does it thrash upon vintage stratocaster in polyrhythmic spurts? What about the tribal tiki digi-god wearing a silicon hat and zapping the bunnies, making them dance as well? Does The Magus weild it? Day-glo trousers certainly make the eyes sleepy don't they. We're going to have to head home eventually, but the journey is only just getting underway. Have I seen this face before? Maybe from another angle, at another speed of rotation. This time it is red and hot like fire. Where did you go? We were all together and carefree... ah there we are, just kind of like looking up at the blue sky, maybe it's too blue today, yeah definitely too blue, and the leaves on the trees definitely a stronger tint of green than usual. Hey I brought some mini-taikos and circuit-bent tablas, wanna drone out on irregular rhythms? This album has 46 tracks. I better not spoil it all for you. You can definitely listen to this shit and fall victim to the flange-distortion. Total running time 51:39. The artist describes it as more a series of demos than a coherent album. It's a lot like deluxe granola cyber-gorp. Anyone ever eat that stuff when you go hiking? I know there are various names for it. The base of it is raisins and peanuts, often with m&ms. One thing I really can't tell but just assume to be, is if this was made by one single person. Let us take, for example, track 29, Meccatron - I can hear maybe two tracks of junk percussion, maybe two tracks of junk guitar, some junk bass, probably a couple junk tin horn things. Anyway I'll just plainly say that this album jumps around a lot, never lands anywhere for too long, is the work of a very hyperactive short attention span, and is heavily disjointed, in need of a good oiling but we can all appreciate that rustic squeak can't we.<br />
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<img alt="img" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbzcJ8nGgvS5ysGqrgGgpR7kZsmwPyzf_Y7sBAhU4Fk_y-A8NSCIzE1nGRIPAMqIxusYubICuxD9-sLsrSXQriXqzXaxUP6Fmc9HqTwqhUVs1HW2OENNWKZkgCJJj5uatUviHOiMr5HanP/s1600/Sphinx+cover.jpg" title="img" /><br />
Put on <b>Sphinx</b> now and listen with your ears. Maybe you think this sounds like The Magus. I did too, for a banana split second. But it's not, man, it's Sphinx. What does Sphinx eat? Magus? Dig the cryptic mythological nonsense sounding song titles. Notice a difference in sound quality here too. Also notice a change in density. The gritty dirty deep rumbly stuff got deeper and grittier and dirtier. The mystical shamanistic free-floating space rituals got more paisley coatings and neoclassical flourish, counterpoint, retrograde inversion, a more refined sense of orchestration if you will. Oh yes, we are still trodding, clunky, trumbling, trundling, flumbling, and not exactly light on our feet, but that doesn't mean this isn't "tight," the way a squid eating dough in a polyethylene bag is. Not only fast and bulbous... These are definitely controlled compositions, not flailing freely improvised romps. Again, the artist, on his blog, describes these works as a collection of separate works not intended for an album. Well screw this guy, he's written all about the works, I'm writing a review here, something from another viewpoint, go to the damn blog and read all about these works: <a href="http://incubiincubi.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://incubiincubi.blogspot.com/</span></a><br />
download his albums from there too.<br />
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<img alt="img" src="http://goodluckboys.com/wtf/Cornucopia.jpg" title="img" /><br />
<a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=9FEMXDAG" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.megaupload.com/?d=9FEMXDAG</span></a><br />
Okay and now we're headed full circle to <b>Cornucopia,</b> a Thanksgiving Season feast of treats from nature's bounty. Have ritual sex on the altar of cornucopia. I love the album art on this one and I hope you do too. This is wtf gold right here. Incubi has found a world! Established base camp, integrated with the natives, conjured the spirits, been poisoned and purged, basically died and told the story of the impossible.<br />
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Okay I'm gonna pause now, I've been jumping around, and point out that I have been scouring incubi's blog as I write this, checking for facts and shit, and I just noticed two other albums not mentioned or linked on wtfmusic.org, one is an unfinished album which is based off of the artwork by "Nabraxis."<br />
<img alt="img" height="320" src="http://goodluckboys.com/wtf/91mdd3.jpg%5Dthis.jpg" title="img" width="320" /><br />
And the other is an electronic album, <b>Eureka.</b><br />
<img alt="img" src="http://static.rateyourmusic.com/album_images/6fbb456e7699f6961d417ca01fe35307/o3067998.jpg" title="img" /><br />
Yeah so Cornucopia wasn't mentioned anywhere on the blog. I'm gonna assume the guy is extremely prolific, all of this stuff having been made in this year, all of it extremely diverse, and that the new unreleased album is yet another fruit in the orchard not yet ripened, and the guy hasn't updated his blog since he suddenly found this massive cornucopia lying at his doorstep.<br />
As for Eureka, well I'm downloading it now and will write about it shortly. Ok, unraring ... importing to itunes ... first thing I noticed is the lovely nature bird sounds and the calming ambience. I could sink into this and be at peace. I don't think this music is special taylored for wtfmusic.org, but it shows more of Incubi's diversity, another fascinating facet to unfold. I recommend this download. But I will move on back to Cornucopia, as it is this particular work that I intend to feature as the WTF spotlight of epic glory.<br />
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What I wanted to say about this, is that this plays like an album, the tracks settle into a nice narrative flow. So we got a little taste with The Magus and Sphinx, we got our dark atmosphere with Catacombes, and now we're in that distant universe of Incubi's mind. Taste the plenty. Imagine the hallucinogenic, distorting landscape, close your eyes, and open them to suddenly find yourself in a room, looking through a window at the land from another angle. Close and open again. This time in an inverted plane, where the land is behind our field of vision, in front is a view into an elliptical mirror. Stand up, turn to the side, now you find yourself in the eco-habitation, in the undergrowth. 9 tracks this time, with longer playing times, which means the music has more time to develop, achieve is space, settle into its drone, mutate accordingly, and carry us fully mind and body into its abyss. The jump cuts are still there, in full force, sometimes ripping us out of our socks and into the slushy ice, but they are contained, not overdone, and pull the tension strings of our mind just enough for us to string along without losing our balance and falling flat on our asses. Man just look at this fucking spread in front of you. Tastes you never imagined, crunchy delicious buttery textures, savory flavors, sparkling spices, and luscious delicacies. Oh shit, Uncle Jim farted again. Doesn't matter, we all laugh, smile as we point in memory of the stone megalith we once all picnicked in front of, make table percussion ragas with our silverware, speak gibberish, and throw the bones to the dog-romulus. Leave room for seconds, followed by dessert and a ritual appetizer. We drink some mystic concoction, and yes fumes are pouring forth from it. This time we gone too far. Are we at a table, or in the innards of the altered beast? Who the fuck is singing that goofy spiritualistic drawl with the fiddle faddle? Yeah we're still in low-fi DIY territory. It tells a story of pain and loss, agony, loneliness, despair, mirth, curiosity at life, fondness of the ecosystems and the microcosmos, and a will to sing, an overflowing passion for What The Fuck. See if we haven't returned to the catacombs by the last track. For a moment you will wonder if what you are hearing is the hum of your electronic devices or if the music has stopped.<br />
Let's wash those pots and pans.<br />
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- JeemobonWTFMusic.orghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05614468757807421943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030646089064732115.post-61537933223008922672010-11-30T16:00:00.001+09:002010-11-30T16:01:13.478+09:00Lezet - INVASIVE, MELD4, CAGED?, DISTORTED PIANO RECORDINGS<b>Artist:</b> Lezet<br />
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<b>WTF albums:</b> 1.ANDRE VIDA & LEZET - INVASIVE<br />
2.LEZET - MELD4<br />
3.LEZET - CAGED?<br />
4.LEZET - DISTORTED PIANO RECORDINGS<br />
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<b>Tags:</b> jazz, improvisation, guided improvisation, free improvisation, experimental, spoken word, avant-jazz, avant-garde, jazz-electro, free jazz, eclectic <br />
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<b>WTF quality:</b> Strange but humorous amalgamations of familiar and unfamiliar sound materials, some live, some data-mined, some electronic, all mixed together and left to marinade in their own juices.<br />
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<b>Lifespan:</b> 2009 -<br />
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<b>Country:</b> Serbia<br />
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Some people might see Lezet as just another Serbian bloke who makes sound sculptures, but clever people like me, who talk loudly in restaurants, hear in his work a craftsmanship and sheer stubbornness far beyond the everyday, and, if we can be bothered, set about proving it.<br />
He is most definitely not an easy creature to catch, and struggles furiously when you try, occasionally biting back.<br />
He is certainly prolific (38 albums, as of today's date, but what's today, Thursday? I expect one around half past two); but does quantity mean quality?<br />
I'm delighted to say in Lezet's case the answer is a jubilant "yes"; variety, brevity and quality of source material contribute to an astounding array of challenging, not to say (indeed as he says himself) annoying music that gets both into your head like a manic weevil, and up your nose like a cotton bud wrapped in steel wool.<br />
He bills himself as a "one-man music project", and enjoys being likened to John Cage, or "Zorn without the Saxophone", but these are not fair representations of his style and energy, and certainly not his individuality.<br />
First up:-<br />
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<b>Andre Vida & Lezet - Invasive.</b><br />
<a href="http://www.archive.org/details/ca222_avl" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.archive.org/details/ca222_avl</span></a><br />
<img alt="img" src="http://www.archive.org/download/ca222_avl/ca222_01_front72.jpg" title="img" /><br />
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Here's how I imagine it went down:-<br />
1. Andre Vida and Lezet met for brunch.<br />
2. They consumed a quantity of diced, raw cheetahs, with rocket-propellant sauce.<br />
3. Someone said "Let's make an album, now."<br />
4. Lezet won the toss, and got use of the scalpel.<br />
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The result of this dangerous game was a three-piece suite; two matching armchairs ("Bastardation" (sic) and "Bastardation (variation)") flanking a hefty sofa ("Warped"), but what's "Invasive" about that? Simply the fabric in which they are covered; a sort of gnarly, irritating moquette commonly used in station waiting rooms, or to make you feel even more uncomfortable at the rash clinic. The threads of this curious cloth are provided by the transients, key-clacks and mouthpiece chewings of Andre Vida, who is doubtless a stirring saxophonist; it's just that Lezet has not left enough of Mr. Vida's work to allow an opinion to be formed. I am glad though that there are a few tempting morsels of riffs and nitrous-oxide fueled high-end runs, sufficient to entice me into further acquaintance with his output.<br />
This is the kind of intricate upholstery on which several TV dinners have been spilled, on which much fumbling love has been made by carefree teenagers, and within which opinion is divided as to the size, density and potency of the microbes that are an inevitable result. If you are the gambling type, though, it's well worth the risk of contagion to lounge around in it for the nearly 31 minutes of it's duration, if only to boast that you have passed the "aural challenge".<br />
The overall effect of Lezet's take on furniture music is to make you fidget, but that's a good thing. It makes you pay close attention to what might be crawling up your trouser leg. That's what is "Invasive" about it.<br />
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<b>Lezet - MELD4</b><br />
<a href="http://www.archive.org/details/ca285_l" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.archive.org/details/ca285_l</span></a><br />
<img alt="img" src="http://www.archive.org/download/ca285_l/ca285_01_front72_thumb.jpg" title="img" /> <br />
And so we move on to lot Meld4, a nest of occasional tables constructed lovingly in the style of the early 21st century. Notice, if you will, the discreet, understated design, with each piece growing progressively in size and complexity. (At this point (I'm glad to relate) our furniture correspondent takes a well-earned sabbatical.)<br />
This work approaches a more "does what it says on the tin" attitude, and Lezet has mind-melded (cf. Star Trek) with a whole bunch of other musicians to produce four pieces in a host of mouth-watering combinations of artists and styles. The roll-call here is impressive:- not least John Hughes on Double Bass and Lars Scherzberg on Saxophone, but also the "lesser luminaries"; Frederique Bruyas (France), Xabier Iriondo (Italy), [-hyph-] aka Nicolas Wiese (Germany), Total Oral Maniac (France), Bryan Lewis Saunders (USA), Josep Damman (USA), Matthias Boss (Switzerland). Don't be fooled into thinking that this is just another homage to free-jazz, for Lezet puts his own very individual stamp on it from beat one, and doesn't once loosen his Vulcan Death Grip on the virtual baton.<br />
I have to be honest and say that I still prefer the earlier Meld2, but 4 does have more depth spatially, and is not quite as "in your face"; 2 is like being attacked by Spanish hornets on crack, whereas 4 is more like being jeered at by Jamaican ants on weed. It's just a matter of how you prefer your infestation.<br />
Again this is challenging; again it rewards patience; again you will be dazzled by the rapid restlessness and jittery brushstrokes of a man armed with nothing but some soundclips, an industrial bacon-slicer, and a dream.<br />
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<b>Lezet - Caged?</b><br />
<a href="http://www.archive.org/details/sPE_0001" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.archive.org/details/sPE_0001</span></a><br />
<img alt="img" src="http://www.archive.org/download/sPE_0001/Lezet-Caged_Front-Cover_thumb.jpg" title="img" /><br />
This time Our Hero takes on the Holy of Holies, John Cage no less, but fear not. This is a cheeky "tip o' the hat" to Cage's prepared piano works.<br />
It appears that no innocent pianos were harmed in the making of these ten short pieces, as Lezet seems to have sampled a pre-prepared piano previously in preparation or post-produced a posted prepared piano or not. You work it out. <br />
This is not an entirely serious work, as you can gather from the blurb uploaded by the "long-awaited" netlabel that it purports to launch, but I'm not going to hazard a guess as to where the samples themselves originated.<br />
This is well worth a listen, if you have 15 minutes to spare, if only for the unexplained use of "the first sound file ever, recorded by Edouard-Leon de Martinville on the Phonoautograph (1860)" in the last track on the EP.<br />
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<b>Lezet - Distorted Piano Recordings</b><br />
<a href="http://www.archive.org/details/MTR-011" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.archive.org/details/MTR-011</span></a><br />
<img alt="img" src="http://www.archive.org/download/MTR-011/Folder.jpg" title="img" /><br />
This is a recording of piano music...erm....distorted. So what?<br />
Wait. That isn't the only point he's trying to make. This is probably the biggest challenge of the lot.<br />
Although he's left the piano tracks in there, he doesn't want you to listen to them. They're only in there as a guide. There are further instructions from His Majesty:- listen to the distortion. Listen carefully to the distortion. You will start to notice that although the levels on the distortion don't change, the distortion itself changes in texture, the piano lines do different things. Playing chords introduces harmonics into the distortion; playing counterpoint introduces sidebands that change the output "in surprising ways".<br />
The annoyance here (and I don't know whether it's intentional) is that all these tracks are recorded at approaching 0db, and just stay there. It's very difficult to follow the instructions when your eardrum membranes are getting peeled away one layer at a time. I urge you to turn the volume down to 4% (not by, to) before pressing play. <br />
Otherwise, it's a beautiful use of a known phenomenon. The track lengths vary; the first is just over 16 minutes, but the next is only 3 or so, and the last only 1' 22'', but what the fuck, come on, feel the noise.<br />
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Lezet's work is available on several different netlabels, among them the embryonic <a href="http://surrism.phonoethics.com/" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">suRRism-Phonoethics</span></a>, and the more mature <a href="http://meatronic.com/" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">Meatronic</span></a>, both of which hide a wealth of material for your further edification.<br />
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-ettuspadixWTFMusic.orghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05614468757807421943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030646089064732115.post-12512784216605304522010-11-12T03:42:00.001+09:002010-11-13T12:01:43.912+09:00Pilesar / Daniel Euphrat - Chamber of the Egg<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody>
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<b>Artist profile - - - ..... Syntax()_+|}{":\=-3357**4dqueeeznn.n.nnn</b><br />
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<b>appellation:</b> Pilesar / Daniel Euphrat<br />
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<b>product format:</b> Digital silicon encoded sound reproduction<br />
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<b>total running time:</b> 25'26"<br />
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<b>product title:</b> Chamber of the Egg<br />
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<b>implements used:</b> various shaped metallic objects including heat-forged and curved discs rods and irregularly shaped resonators, smaller sphere-like chambers assembled into string mesh and shaken, large cut and polished tree-slabs shaped into curved box-like hollow resonator apparatuses with tight metal strings attached harmonically excited with human finger or plastic plectrum, other similar stretched-string devices with thin copper wire wound around magnets used to transfer electromagnetic waves from the string vibrations, plastic digital silicon encoded white and black spring levered key machines processed through software manipulation and pushed with human fingers, a complex mechanical device utilizing air pumped via cloth and animal hide in a serrated elastic pattern through very thin synthetic polymer reeds which vibrate intensely, various dried plant material such as seed husk gourd and stalk material which generate rather inharmonic high frequencies when shaken or struck with long thin tree fragment cylinders, further electronic devices also utilizing silicon encoded algorithms for transferring vibrational energy through rubber coated copper wiring from thin membranes vibrating over magnets transferred into further silicon data storage mechanisms, various lengths of long flat rectangular tree fragments lined in rows and struck with long sticks with hard spherical terminuses, circular sheets of plastic stretched tightly over a short and wide cylindrical metallic frame and beaten with tree sticks, similarly shaped but taller cylindrical hollow tree trunk frames stretched over with animal hide, hollowed elongated cylindrical tree sticks with several holes pressed and released by human fingers while air is blown from the lungs and vibrates through a notched cut in the chamber, human vocal cord vibrations through lung pressure<br />
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<b>time period:</b> 2008 Earth rotations after an arbitrary and inaccurately measured historical event<br />
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<b>Earth location:</b> The North American continent, in the cold far Eastern region<br />
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<b>purpose of creation:</b> excitement of brain activity induced by the process of sound manipulation and storage for reproduction. Increased and stimulation of cortical zone interchange from audial perception of the finished product streamed from digital core into interface magnet cone amplification devices.<br />
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<b>subtle effects of amplified audial stream:</b> tested on a control group of randomly chosen subjects wearing cupped plastic magnetic membrane over the ears and strapped over cranial area devices, effects included closed eyes, increased toe and finger movement, slight pupil dilation, heart rate slightly decreased, breathing at a regular stasis rate, slow swaying of body and rotation of upper spinal column, generally relaxed seating position. Subjects also reported a feeling of comfort as well as curiosity and bewilderment.<br />
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<b>analysis:</b> the two humans plus auxiliary third responsible for the creation of this digitally silicon based encoded information stored on various chips spread throughout the planet, show signs of abnormal but generally peaceful behavior, through the expression manifest in this particular sound reproduction. They tend to produce sounds layered in harmonically and timbrally interrelated formations of spectral integration. A pattern of regular intervals of time is prevalent in many of the subdivisions of the whole body of work, of which there are 9. These intervals have been calculated to be repetitions of groups of 8, 6, and 14, occasionally with irregularities in which the patterns are varied in length but maintain regularity of the pulsation of time intervals between amplitude peaks. The patterns of the various implements are interlayed and vary at intervals usually several times within the confines of one interval of subdivision of the whole. On some of the subdivisions the regularity of repetition is approximated over several seconds and may very in overall length, causing the effect of a sense of protruding amplitude peaks over time as rolling through more complex curve analysis. Thus pulsation, while occurring in a sequential array of similar timbral results from a continuation of vibration effected on the implements used, is variable in time intervals on many of the subdivisions of the whole. The result of this whole is what humans speak in their tongues as word in the English language known as drone.<br />
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Transmission received from Jeemobon from the planet Hintra<br />
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<b>link to digitally encoded upon silicon storage mechanism:</b> <br />
<a href="http://pilesarmusic.com/album/egg/egg.html" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://pilesarmusic.com/album/egg/egg.html</span></a> </div></td></tr>
</tbody></table>WTFMusic.orghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05614468757807421943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030646089064732115.post-19678362057581104532010-11-08T02:49:00.002+09:002010-11-08T03:37:29.084+09:00Object MusicThe Everyday Household Objects Marathon has run its course and is now downloadable in album format. The concept was simple - record music with objects. Obviously.<br />
Thanks to all those who entered submissions!<br />
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I love object sounds and and it is no hyperbole to say that this marathon has been a big influence on my life. I love resonating objects baby . . . <br />
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<img alt="img" src="http://goodluckboys.com/wtf/objects.jpg" title="img" /><br />
To download this as an album, click here:<br />
<a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=AYZ3ECRE" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">DOWNLOAD</span></a><br />
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This was great fun and hopefully some day we can make a volume 2.<br />
So break out the utensils and start pounding out some rhythms.WTFMusic.orghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05614468757807421943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030646089064732115.post-19543239444186767862010-10-29T22:14:00.000+09:002010-10-29T22:14:26.937+09:00TUMBLEWEAVE - DEMON SQUEEZE<b>Artist:</b> TUMBLEWEAVE<br />
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<b>WTF Album:</b> DEMON SQUEEZE<br />
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<b>Tags:</b> progressive, synth, duo, hyper, electronic rock, cartoon, noise<br />
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<b>WTF Quality:</b> Concise, quick to the punch, windy grindy mind jabbing music<br />
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<b>Lifespan:</b> 2010 - <br />
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<b>Country:</b> USA<br />
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<img alt="img" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs636.snc4/59649_132050423511824_100237686693098_200858_2424992_n.jpg" title="img" /><br />
Well fuck, here we go.<br />
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And how can you say can you say how can an album that is so short, an album under 10 minutes, really be an album? What the fuck is that?<br />
That's right assholes. Listen to this shit for 9 minutes and 34 seconds and jiggle your body and be done with it. Come back when you get a chance!<br />
Have some fun with it too.<br />
God damned motherfucking breakdancing clowns from hell.<br />
When you're ready for action get into the DEMON SQUEEZE and purge them shits cause it's like your tripping down a roller-coaster highway on the tip of a vinyl needle under the spell of an evil sorceress who wants your blood.<br />
Pulse it through your veins and try not to succumb to the urge to drive head into oncoming traffic while screaming the surrealist manifesto at the top of your lungs. If you can muster up such guster, which I doubt, but try anyway,<br />
When the purple onions arrive from their cribs in the subatomic chamber, attempt to be friendly, feign interest in their foreign drawl about motorcar racing and subterranean scuba diving bearing in mind all the while that they are putrid and must return to their realm of degeneration and decay so that they might not stink up your life too much. It's worth it in the end, trust the words of the forgotten fiddle salesman.<br />
That is not to say that it will not last an eternity and several percentages thereof while you put on the headphones and say fuck all to all, say fuck you to the businessman and the schoolboy as they innocently plot their journey. Fucking scream at them that all is love and maybe somehow one or two of them might get the mirage, sing in their soul for half a moment, make you step out of your ego trip.<br />
TUMBLEWEAVE through your day. Collect detritus through static electricity and plow fields of old clover, the ambient shit is over there in the left aisle, the forgotten whirlpool of deceased rocking chairs.<br />
Put your beats in this basket and crush them with your toes. Looks like some messy gory disaster don't it. Tweak. Asylum of fools in the south corner and framework of pulsation driving the geese into the outer chamber. If it was a modular synthetic FM additive envelope filter charging plutonic jiro-beams into your soup, you better eat it. Best that way.<br />
<img alt="img" src="http://bandcamp.com/files/35/61/3561275070-1.jpg" title="img" /><br />
TUMBLEWEAVE both tumble and weave. In your soup as you taste the salty bits. And just put it in a fucking blender anyway, cause all is malevolent compassion from the bits of nothing that formulate the little jiggly seeds of the strings.<br />
DEMON SQUEEZE might alter you in some way, but it might not. When you listen through speakers, the sound that comes out reverberates through the air-space of the chamber in which those speakers are placed, so there is likely to be some sort of ambient effect. When listened through headphones or earphones, the bulge pops out.<br />
It's a big fucking bulge, it might even infiltrate your pants. Scary as that may be, the bulge is like a saucer of milk to your kitten. The ambiance was fed to the dinosaurs and the moon came howling at your door. You were like Fuck Off Moon, but the dinosaurs begged for seconds and were relieved of their urinal duty. Then finally the foxes came to shine. They shone so brightly in your eyes that you suffered an attack of tunnel vision, and at the far side of that vivid pulsating light was a spectrograph, indicating all states past present future sideways through the 11th dimension and inner that could be represented by your garden variety hardware store navigation system, suffering from poor radio wave transmission and dying batteries. Which is quite a lot anyway.<br />
When TUMBLEWAEVE roll lazily into your town, you'll be like, well there goes another day, another whisp in the breeze for old life of mine here that trundles forth from the plasma drip goo of civilization, and the frontiers of everglade spaces where frogs chirp to the trees and we all feel like getting high. Another wave upon the ripple in the pool of undermined minted pure crave sanitation veins of gas electric septic drainage other concrete yo mama gosh gosh gosh hitherto unfolded paper pears with wholes sticking out of their reptile crotches, crocheting to the beat of a million synthopedes. Proto chimp clandestine spaz blistic brazen grolst pentagonal glyph apocalyptic crypt swift drip slinky brink glade freeze pylon break stem quiff dronst bragnol gwarf trimp splode<br />
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Download or buy - <a href="http://tumbleweave.bandcamp.com/album/demon-squeeze" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://tumbleweave.bandcamp.com/album/demon-squeeze</span></a><br />
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-JeemobonWTFMusic.orghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05614468757807421943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030646089064732115.post-92034077754114095372010-10-21T15:10:00.000+09:002010-10-21T15:10:49.077+09:00Ghouls 'n Eggs - Monsters At My Door<b>Artist:</b> Ghouls ´n Eggs<br />
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<b>WTF Album:</b> Monsters At My Door<br />
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<b>Tags:</b> horror, dark, ambient, industrial, noise, electronic<br />
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<b>WTF Quality:</b> A nightmarish series of visions<br />
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<b>Lifespan:</b> 2008 - <br />
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<b>Country:</b> Brazil<br />
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<img alt="img" src="http://chippanze.org/images/gne.jpg" title="img" /><br />
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Enter the nightmare<br />
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<blockquote class="bb_quote">the story about a man who enters other dimensions while sleeping and encounters worlds of unspeakable horror.</blockquote><br />
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perdido has graced the halls of WTF for some time, assuming the moniker of "Ghouls'n Eggs", assumedly a reference to Edith the egg lady from Pink Flamingos (in his avatar), and ... ghouls, which are like ghosts I think. It all makes sense.<br />
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With the computer paint style cover art drawn by LFC, the fucking crazy lucas himself, a longtime friend and fellow of perdido, master of fucked up sick ass imaginary worlds of hellish chaos and cartoonish fantasy terror, how can this possibly go wrong??? It can't!!!<br />
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Traces of horror film ambience, dark winds, ghostly howls, chilling wind, mist, haunted groves, clinking bones, burning synapses, piles of shit, horrendous demons the mere sight of whom arouses an intense spasm of vomiting, decrepit souls in a constant state of hopeless despair and decay, endless evil lurking around every corner and behind your shoulder, doom doom and a hyper-accelerated sucking vortex of doom doom and doom, zero gravity, a skeletal hallucination, a heavy weighing layer upon layer of the approaching of something much more hideous than death itself, and the heavily approaching pounding mathematical juggernaut who enslaves you into a beyond infinite nay multi-infinite matrix of impossible tasks which if failed will be duly punished with the cruelest and most insidious infliction of pure pain the likes of which you even in your worst moments in this mortal coil could never have imagined, all permeate.<br />
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perdido is something of a techno wizard, which is apparent as an influence in this music. There are no beats, no hooks, no buildups, no breakdowns, no typical trappings of a techno artist, but the sounds themselves are the workings of an electronic musician. It starts with the quarter note bass octaves on the first track, "lullaby for old people," a very synthy techno in an otherwise dark atmospheric track. With the almost whispered, childlike, close-miked semi-moronic vocals, we are primed for the fucked up journey that is to come. In other tracks, there is a layering of percussiver rhythms, as in the deep throbbing booms, muted train-like drones, and insect-like click-rhythms of "reaching for the abyss." Every track is such a hidden mechanical chamber in a labyrinthine dungeon of a very fucked up universe.<br />
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WTF music is very excited that this album has been made specifically for our freaky ass website. A great WTF blessing of madness upon us. perdido, from his haunted crib of egg loving, creates nightmarish monsters. "Monsters at my Door" has a narrative feel from track to track, each tale connecting fragments of a disturbed mind, lost and without a trace of hope.<br />
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Then we wake up.<br />
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- Jeemobon<br />
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Download: <a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?antgst3hx7n67da" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.mediafire.com/?antgst3hx7n67da</span></a><br />
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download all of perdido's albums!<br />
Ghouls ´n Eggs - Ghouls ´n Eggs (2007) - 4 tracks (11 mb)<br />
<a href="http://roqueealfredo.com.br/gne/ghoulsandeggs.zip" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://roqueealfredo.com.br/gne/ghoulsandeggs.zip</span></a><br />
Ghouls ´n Eggs - Ghouls ´n Eggs Revenge (2008) - 6 tracks (Vangelus with LFC) (10mb)<br />
<a href="http://roqueealfredo.com.br/gne/ghoulsandeggsrevenge.zip" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://roqueealfredo.com.br/gne/ghoulsandeggsrevenge.zip</span></a><br />
Ghouls ´n Eggs - Ghouls ´n Eggs 4 (2008) - 4 tracks in collab with LFC (9mb)<br />
<a href="http://roqueealfredo.com.br/gne/GNE4.zip" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://roqueealfredo.com.br/gne/GNE4.zip</span></a><br />
Ghouls ´n Eggs - PPPOOORNNNNSTAAARS (2008) - 5 tracks (10mb)<br />
<a href="http://roqueealfredo.com.br/gne/gne_pornstars2008.zip" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://roqueealfredo.com.br/gne/gne_pornstars2008.zip</span></a><br />
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[EDIT] - How about some Ghouls 'n Ghosts shots to get us in the scary mood!<br />
<img alt="img" src="http://www.consoleclassix.com/info_img/Ghouls_N_Ghosts_GEN_ScreenShot1.jpg" title="img" /><br />
<img alt="img" src="http://www.gameclassification.com/files/games/Ghouls-n-Ghosts.jpg" title="img" /><br />
<img alt="img" src="http://www.gamesetwatch.com/ghoulsgenesis.gif" title="img" />WTFMusic.orghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05614468757807421943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030646089064732115.post-53855013690743629102010-10-06T01:27:00.004+09:002010-10-06T18:00:26.745+09:00Gonken - Mechanical Christ In My Basement<b>Artist:</b> Gonken<br />
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<b>WTF Album:</b> Mechanical Christ in my Basement<br />
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<b>Tags:</b> noise, bent circuit, radio, collage, spoken word, christian, mockery<br />
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<b>WTF Quality:</b> A Christian noise album inspired by an unintended radio signal<br />
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<b>Lifespan:</b> 2010 -<br />
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<b>Country:</b> USA<br />
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<img alt="img" src="http://goodluckboys.com/wtf/Mechanical%20Christ%20In%20My%20Basement.jpg" title="img" /><br />
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My brothers and sisters in Christ,<br />
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A most grave and disturbing matter has come to my attention that we must together face with the steadfast belief in the power of our Heavenly Father, for it is this unshakable faith that forms our rock, our foundation which will always prevail in the face of adversity.<br />
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A young fellow, a troubled soul and reckless heathen by the name of J. Gonken has desecrated our divine sanctuary and our covenant. Our church and our congregation has been ridiculed and cursed, and it is now our responsibility to evangelize and set straight he who has trespassed against us.<br />
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Some days ago, my friends, I received a copy of an audio recording, a CD bearing the name of "Mechanical Christ in my Basement." And it is full of hate, sin, and the vilest sounds that I personally have ever heard in the entire time that I have walked this Earth. It is satanic and poison, and I dare not let anyone else hear it for fear that it may be heard by some of the impressionable youngsters among us. The sounds themselves are too many and too wicked to mention, but I will provide you with a small depiction of their venomous effect.<br />
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Imagine the howling of a demon, a damned soul. Picture and hear in your mind, for a moment, the flickering sun-hot flames of hell. Imagine the unspeakable depravity: a horde of writhing serpents, the clash and grind of chains and whips, a bacchanalian orgy of sinful pleasure, a dark mass held in a luciferian hall of worship. This is what I see when I heard this CD, something I can only refer to as an insult to God's beautiful gift of music. It is anti-music, just as the devil is anti-god. The sounds grind against the ears, damage the senses, undoubtedly and maliciously inflicting wounds to the ears and to the soul. They may not be the loudest or heaviest sounds, and believe me, I know what heavy metal rock and roll can sound like: awful repetitive pounding infantile hateful nonsense music, but this heavy metal music I speak of at least uses musical instruments and some semblance of melody and rhythm, thus it can at least be called a distorted form of music. But this Gonken CD I hold here in my hand, this atrocity, can not even rightfully be called music. Honestly folks, I think at times it may be the voice of an evil machine, a satanic computer. It is unwholesome and unnatural. I couldn't listen past the second track - after that I had to skip through them. All the same. All nonsense. No redeeming qualities whatsoever.<br />
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But not only that, my friends, not only is this the most offensive kind of sound imaginable, but this man who calls himself Gonken, this minion of satan, has stolen our voice. It is true. He has somehow eavesdropped in on our services and recorded the sound of my sermons, unbeknownst to us all. Perhaps he is among us at this very moment! [hushed gasping and curious gaping from the congregation]. Yea, one must never underestimate the deception of the dark lord of hell. He can assume any form, and he can blend into any situation, even in the holiest of earthly places. Thus we are never safe, never entirely free from his grasp. And he will tempt you to a life of sin, and that is why we must resist. By capturing the sound from this hall of worship and splicing in with his anti-music, he has committed a most grievous offense against us. It is a spit in the face of our heavenly father. As followers of the teachings of Christ I urge you to search your souls and pray for this demented creature.<br />
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Now we as Christians must search our hearts and ask ourselves - can such a soul truly be redeemed? Can we evangelize and convert him, show him the light and the truth of God's eternal love as expressed through the death of his only son? Can he open his heart and beg for forgiveness for his sins, cleanse his soul, and be baptized in the holy waters? Or is he too far gone, forever a spawn of the devil? For his transformation must be perfectly complete, otherwise he will surely slip into the lake of fire with the other tortured souls.<br />
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I say that if he does indeed walk among us, we must fear him, we must not be caught by his clutches, for even if we read the most enlightening passages and convey God's love, surely he will laugh at us and mock us as he has with this CD. Do not let him corrupt us, we are the pillars of the house of God, and we do not shake. If he is to willingly convert and confess to his innumerable sins, we are to accept him as a brother in Christ. Notwithstanding such circumstances, he is to be banished from our sight, that he may never set foot or microphone upon these premises again.<br />
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In God's name we pray:<br />
Dear Heavenly Father, let us be strong in our faith and steadfast in our ways. We pray that you through your infinite wisdom can shine your light of truth upon this lost soul who calls himself J. Gonken.<br />
In the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit.<br />
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Amen.<br />
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-Pastor Jeemobonus<br />
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[WTFmusic.org admin's editorial comment - This review by Pastor Jeemobonus does not reflect the opinions or religious views of this site's creators, which are basically magick ritual orgy. We follow up on this sermon with a review by Jeemobon]<br />
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As the legend goes,<br />
<blockquote class="bb_quote">The subject matter of this release was born of a freak accident. I was practicing for a noise show that I got asked to perform at and by doing so in my basement with a combination of a circuit bent keyboard and a cheap radio shack cable, I picked up a broadcast from a local church down the street. So I decided to record the practice set and this is what I got. The more I listened to it, the more I was drawn into it. A real modern miracle.</blockquote><b>- J. Gonken</b><br />
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And what could be more fucked up than the bible, or firebrand preachers sermoning about the bible? In the glory of all that is WTF, now we have an album of noise music to accompany these crazy sermons.<br />
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From the opening track of the album we have this glorious teaching:<br />
<blockquote class="bb_quote">Wives submit yourselves into your own husbands as under the lord. For the husband is the head of the wife, even as Christ is the head of the church, and he is the savior of the body. Therefore as the church is subject unto Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in everything.</blockquote>Yes, this is what many Christians believe. Soon the preacher's voice becomes morphed into a synth-like unintelligible garble. And it is this morphing that defines Gonken's personal aesthetic and response to this teaching. Mockery through noise. If we think about typical stereotypes of the kind of emotions usually conveyed by noise musicians, some of the first things that usually spring to mind: darkness, insanity, aggression, fuck you and fuck it all, despair. Of course, there is much more to electronic noises (just listen to some member music from this site), and Gonken is not simply a sneering, angry, raving hater who destroys the sermon with walls of destruction. A lot of it is done in a sparse way. The message is vaguely understandable and Gonken plays around the words with beeps, swoops, hisses, low tones, rumbles, and mini-drones. The voice bubbles out from muddled tones, becomes engulfed by static, is twisted and filtered, until it too is nothing more than noise. A fucked up quote from the bible to expand on this idea:<br />
<blockquote class="bb_quote">‘Look!’ he said. ‘The people are united, and they all speak the same language. After this, nothing they set out to do will be impossible for them! Come, let’s go down and confuse the people with different languages. Then they won’t be able to understand each other.’</blockquote>Genesis 11:6-7<br />
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The words became babble, like the sound of rain or insects. Meaningless. And God did it to confuse us! But Gonken does it to mock, to play, to have fun with it because it's all so weird and WTF. To the uncompromising noise musician, all sound is available to be used, as sound, to create music. But to the hardcore Christians, everything fits into the perspective of Christ, as the quote about wives illustrates, and just as is mentioned in the last track on the album: "and so this love has to be a sincere love." Believe with all your heart and be saved. Another sermon quote from the album:<br />
<blockquote class="bb_quote">the word of god declares that the way of sin is [???] that there is going to be damnation for your sins, and that cannot be mutated, that cannot be changed, that cannot be set aside in any way ...</blockquote>I will interject at this point that when I grew up I was taken to church every sunday and taught this exact lesson - that there will be hell to pay for your sins. And of course the church has used this line for centuries to scare people into following and believing. There it is, again and again, right until this modern age and doubtless into the future. There are all kinds of Christians, a rainbow of beliefs, some very loose and vague, like the universalist unitarians who allow total room for personal interpretation and barely even mention Jesus at all (I played organ for one of those churches for a while). And then there are the ultra-conservatives who seem to carry out every action as if their life is dictated by Christ's teachings and the bible. The sermons on "Mechanical Christ" would fall into this category. (Also let's not forget the nuts who hand out pamphlets about the coming apocalypse, and rave on and on about the evils in the world). Oh wait, those nuts who rave on the street and the conservative well-dressed clean cut baptist minister preach the same thing! Also quoted in the album:<br />
<blockquote class="bb_quote">And in this time when we're living, when we're right near the end and we see that marvelous statement of Revelations ...</blockquote>So in everything we do, from our daily family lives and in all our activities, we must follow Christ. Because if we give in to a life of sin, we will be damned to hell. Also, time for this world is running out, and soon we will all be judged. But what does Gonken have to say about all this? "People get too wrapped up in what they believe is right."<br />
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Which you can see in the world around us very easily. Politicians and people in power throughout history and even today hold these very beliefs, take them very seriously, and take these beliefs to the extreme of holy wars, and other bullshit like teaching creationism in science class. Well shit, that's debatable, isn't it, there's no proof for evolution! Right, that's why we have so many religious freaks in the world ...<br />
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Eventually as the album progresses, Gonken's music takes over, but still the many appearances of the sermon pervade the whole listening experience, and it seems that they are lurking behind the textures and more thickly layered sections. As stated earlier, it's all noise. "Mechanical Christ In My Basement" strikes the chord of absurdist resonance within the zealous voice of Christian doctrine.<br />
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The album will be made available for download shortly.<br />
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<a href="http://gonken.moonfruit.com/">http://gonken.moonfruit.com/</a><br />
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I leave you with some fucked up quotes from the bible, many gleaned from other community message boards, and the particularly useful wtfbible.org<br />
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-Jeemobon<br />
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<blockquote class="bb_quote">There she lusted after her lovers, whose genitals were like those of donkeys and whose emission was like that of horses</blockquote>Ezekiel 23:20<br />
<blockquote class="bb_quote">If, however, the charge is true and no proof of the girl's virginity can be found, she shall be brought to the door of her father's house and there the men of her town shall stone her to death. She has done a disgraceful thing in Israel by being promiscuous while still in her father's house. You must purge the evil from among you.</blockquote>Deuteronomy 22:20-21 <br />
<blockquote class="bb_quote">Women should learn quietly and submissively. I do not let women teach men or have authority over them. Let them listen quietly. For God made Adam first, and afterward he made Eve. And it was not Adam who was deceived by Satan. The woman was deceived, and sin was the result.</blockquote>1 Timothy 2: 11-15 <br />
<blockquote class="bb_quote">So Judah told Onan, “Go and sleep with your brother’s widow; it’s the duty of a brother-in-law to keep your brother’s line alive.” But Onan knew that the child wouldn’t be his, so whenever he slept with his brother’s widow he spilled his semen on the ground so he wouldn’t produce a child for his brother. God was much offended by what he did and also took his life.</blockquote>Genesis 38:8-10 <br />
<blockquote class="bb_quote">If a man practices homosexuality, having sex with another man as with a woman, both men have committed a detestable act. They must both be put to death, for they are guilty of a capital offense.</blockquote>Leviticus 20:13 <br />
<blockquote class="bb_quote">If a man beats his male or female slave with a club and the slave dies as a direct result, the owner must be punished. But he is not to be punished if the slave gets up after a day or two, since the slave is his property.</blockquote>Exodus 21:20-21 <br />
<blockquote class="bb_quote">If two Israelite men get into a fight and the wife of one tries to rescue her husband by grabbing the testicles of the other man, you must cut off her hand. Show her no pity.</blockquote>Deuteronomy 25:11-12 <br />
<blockquote class="bb_quote">David and his men went out and killed two hundred Philistines. He brought their foreskins and presented the full number to the king so that he might become the king’s son-in-law. Then Saul gave him his daughter Michal in marriage.</blockquote>1 Samuel 18:27 <br />
<blockquote class="bb_quote">Don’t have sex with your father’s wife. That violates your father.</blockquote>Leviticus 18:8 <br />
<blockquote class="bb_quote">From there Elisha went up to Bethel. On the way some boys came out of the city and made fun of him. They said to him, “Go up too, you baldhead! Go up too, you baldhead!” Elisha turned around, looked at them, and put a curse on them in the name of the Lord. Then two mother bears came out of the woods and tore forty-two of the boys to pieces.</blockquote>2 Kings 2:23-24 <br />
<blockquote class="bb_quote">If a man happens to meet in a town a virgin pledged to be married and he sleeps with her, you shall take both of them to the gate of that town and stone them to death--the girl because she was in a town and did not scream for help, and the man because he violated another man's wife. You must purge the evil from among you.</blockquote>Deuteronomy 22:23-24WTFMusic.orghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05614468757807421943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030646089064732115.post-22886355276860954422010-09-28T02:13:00.003+09:002010-09-28T02:14:41.234+09:00Various Artists - Classwar Karaoke - 0011<b>Artist:</b> Various<br />
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<b>WTF Album:</b> Classwar Karaoke - 0011<br />
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<b>Tags:</b> experimental avant-garde electroacoustic electronic experimental electronic jazz musique concrete noise poetry prepared instruments tapeism<br />
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<b>WTF Quality:</b> A diverse selection; each track has its own unique sound, within the overlying unity of the tags above.<br />
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<b>Lifespan:</b> 2010 -<br />
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<b>Country:</b> Various<br />
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Collaboration is key.<br />
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Classwar Karaoke compiles the works of many artists into 22 tracks of twists and turns, something fresh and new at every corner.<br />
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You will hear - <br />
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sound sculpture<br />
contemporary chamber music<br />
abstract beats<br />
ambient drone<br />
environment sounds<br />
percussion realm-scapes<br />
collage musique concrete<br />
audio images<br />
journeys through vibration fields<br />
noise painting<br />
glittering rays of harmonic pulsation<br />
synthetic clouds<br />
outer spaceways<br />
primordial howlings<br />
transcendental fabric<br />
time sway<br />
cyclical winding<br />
broken circuit transmissions<br />
electroacoustic textures<br />
anti-jazz<br />
psychedelic spree<br />
electroacousticism<br />
digital experimentation<br />
distorted thoughts<br />
twisty tape<br />
prepared technique extensions<br />
microscopic moments in sequence<br />
neoclassical ruins<br />
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This review is timely to coincide with the household objects marathon on wtfmusic, as many of the performers on here, yup, make music with objects.<br />
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This music is not the highest on the WTF meter. It ranks mid-level. What we call "experimental" these days has become familiar to many with a taste for new expressions in music. Without fucking our minds too much, the music is nevertheless forward looking, not backward, adventurous, bold, and at many points, highly strange. As a whole it is a nicely packaged work, very satisfying to listen to, tasteful, never offensive. It definitely belongs on this site because it is still well outside the realms of what is normally considered normal. And we like stuff that is not normal. This is the 11th volume(I think); having been informed of CK volume 10 by another wtfmusic member and understanding the quality of music put into these, I will be sure to check back next time a new one is compiled. <br />
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Since there are 22 tracks, I will now undergo the task of briefly introducing each artist featured in this volume of Classwar Karaoke to curious readers and listeners. The Classwar Karaoke site can be found here:<br />
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<a href="http://classwarkaraoke.bandcamp.com/" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://classwarkaraoke.bandcamp.com/</span></a><br />
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A brief summary of each track is provided. I have dug up some extra details and links for each of these artists to create a mini profile for each. In the process of doing so I noticed many connections between them via various labels and groups.<br />
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These artists are all basically European and American, representing improvisational and electro-acoustic composition styles of western music, each with a unique personal flavor.<br />
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Hopek Quirin from Berlin plays drum machine and radio. A member of avant-garde chamber trio ABQ, whose music superimposes noise with tonality.<br />
<a href="http://www.reverbnation.com/abq#" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.reverbnation.com/abq#</span></a><br />
<a href="http://www.myspace.com/hopekquirin" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.myspace.com/hopekquirin</span></a><br />
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<img alt="img" src="http://content.sitezoogle.com/users/23akoustiktimbrefrekuency23/images/content/atf_star__avatar__1268501089.jpg" title="img" /><br />
<b>Akoustik Timbre Frekuency:</b><br />
Ritualistic dark electroacoustic haunting landscapes, influenced by H.P. Lovecraft and Aliester Crowley.<br />
<a href="http://www.akoustiktimbrefrekuency.com/" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.akoustiktimbrefrekuency.com/</span></a><br />
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<b>Ambient Fabric</b><br />
From Norway. I think their name says it all. Download albums straight from their myspace page.<br />
<a href="http://www.myspace.com/ambient.fabric" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.myspace.com/ambient.fabric</span></a><br />
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<b>Ampersand</b><br />
A Band from London playing improvised meditations on found and broken objects, all acoustic, or electroacoustic. Interesting website.<br />
<a href="http://wtfmusic.org/www.ampersand.tv" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">www.ampersand.tv</span></a><br />
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<b>Anton Mobin</b><br />
From France. A sound artist, working with field recordings, objects, sound diaries, sound documentation.<br />
<a href="http://antonmobin.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://antonmobin.blogspot.com/</span></a><br />
audio blog: <a href="http://audioblog.arteradio.com//ANTON_MOBIN/frontUser.do?method=getHomePage" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://audioblog.arteradio.com//ANTON_MOBIN/frontUser.do?method=getHomePage</span></a><br />
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<b>Aunt Benny</b><br />
Aunt Benny is a member of this thing in Northern UK called zooligic, or zoologia, not sure which. At the mud-pat-farm. I don't know, all I can say is mysterious. Very mysterious. The video is from these two guys, David Cunliffe and Adrian Beentjes, credited on the classwar karaoke site. Very strange myspace page.<br />
<a href="http://www.myspace.com/zoologia" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.myspace.com/zoologia</span></a><br />
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<b>Autotistic</b><br />
Also from England, "a noise sensation of pure guitar abuse."<br />
<a href="http://homepage.ntlworld.com/saramik/" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://homepage.ntlworld.com/saramik/</span></a><br />
<a href="http://autotistic.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://autotistic.blogspot.com/</span></a><br />
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<b>Ayato & Anton Mobin</b><br />
These two play together as "Crash Duo" ... Anton has already been mentioned, Ayato's page is below. They are "Both active members of the collective H.A.K. LO-FI RECORD" also linked below. France. Use of tape, radio, and strange rarities of archaic technological sound devices.<br />
<a href="http://h.a.k.free.fr/htmlFolder/KREW/AYATO.htm" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://h.a.k.free.fr/htmlFolder/KREW/AYATO.htm</span></a><br />
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<b>Beentjes Donovan Johnco</b><br />
Colin Johnco is a member of Dr. Drone, from Paris, and he also has his own record label. Again we have Adrian Beentjes from the very strange and mysterious zoologic thing. Anthony Donovan has a solo project called Murmurists which incorporates music, film, writing, and visual art.<br />
<a href="http://www.myspace.com/esoterian24skidoo" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.myspace.com/esoterian24skidoo</span></a><br />
<a href="http://colinjohncorecords.free.fr/" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://colinjohncorecords.free.fr/</span></a><br />
<a href="http://murmurists.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://murmurists.blogspot.com/</span></a><br />
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<b>Bryan Lewis Saunders & Audra Dawn Fleming</b><br />
Bryan lives in Tennessee and is a kind of intense cathartic performance artist. He makes a self-portrait every day.<br />
Audra may or may not be the keyboardist for a Rock Band from Portland Oregon...<br />
<a href="http://www.bryanlewissaunders.org/" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.bryanlewissaunders.org/</span></a><br />
<a href="http://www.myspace.com/drunkenprayer" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.myspace.com/drunkenprayer</span></a><br />
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<b>Chevo Légé</b><br />
strange music from France. Yes!<br />
<a href="http://www.myspace.com/chevolege" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.myspace.com/chevolege</span></a><br />
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<b>Connor Donovan Packer</b><br />
Anthony Donovan has been mentioned. Neil Packer plays guitar and objects, and was a member of Psychiatric Challenge, on the Electronic Musik label run by Ian Simpson, a member of this site. Will Connor is a percussionist and member of the Vultures quartet, a London based Improv / composition group (Donovan is also a member). He also plays many objects. Another of his solo projects is called seesar.<br />
<a href="http://www.myspace.com/psychiatricchallenge" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.myspace.com/psychiatricchallenge</span></a><br />
<a href="http://www.myspace.com/justvultures" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.myspace.com/justvultures</span></a><br />
<a href="http://www.myspace.com/seesar01" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.myspace.com/seesar01</span></a><br />
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<b>Denis McCarthy</b><br />
Denis mc carty, from Lyon France, makes "*Unschool Hip-Hop* *Experimental Noises* *Alternative Poetry*"<br />
<a href="http://denismccarty.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://denismccarty.blogspot.com/</span></a><br />
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<b>EHEIM 1000.220 & PAS</b><br />
Germany. Solo electronics, audio-visual work. Conceptual.<br />
New York. PAS (Post Abortion Stress) specializes in sound + video, now active as a collective collage unit.<br />
<a href="http://www.myspace.com/eheim1000220" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.myspace.com/eheim1000220</span></a><br />
<a href="http://www.myspace.com/postabortionstress" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.myspace.com/postabortionstress</span></a><br />
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<b>Gurdonark</b><br />
"Ambient. Weirdbient. Chill." Also this person seems to be a nature lover. His hame is Robert Nunnally, he is from Texas, and he shares his music freely with the world. <br />
<a href="http://www.gurdonark.com/" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.gurdonark.com/</span></a><br />
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<b>Jonas Ruchenhever</b><br />
Tags: sound art experimental music minimal ambient noise drone<br />
From Belgium<br />
<a href="http://www.jonasruchenhever.be/" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.jonasruchenhever.be/</span></a><br />
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<img alt="img" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1719/727474937601892/220/z/143695/gse_multipart54136.jpg" title="img" /><br />
<b>Juan Antonio Nieto</b><br />
Spanish composer who uses the name Pangea, creating rich textures from rough sounds.<br />
<a href="http://pangea-juanantonionieto.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://pangea-juanantonionieto.blogspot.com/</span></a><br />
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<img alt="img" src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/65/m_ad0413542d7246c6bdbaf7fcad1d582c.jpg" title="img" /><br />
<b> Kalistongue</b><br />
UK psychedelic artist.<br />
<a href="http://www.myspace.com/kalistonguemusic" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.myspace.com/kalistonguemusic</span></a><br />
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<img alt="img" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/121/m_4bee87090ebc4a1f9eeec4fc611d7a35.jpg" title="img" /><br />
<b>Lezet</b><br />
Experimental Serbian artist with 37 albums released from labels around the world.<br />
<a href="http://lezet.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://lezet.blogspot.com/</span></a><br />
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<img alt="img" src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/25/m_18aab5f29e914b57bb4ac5a1a9cca200.jpg" title="img" /><br />
<b>MaCu</b><br />
Her name is Susanne Hafenscher, she is an Austrian solo ambient artist. <br />
<a href="http://macu1.wordpress.com/" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://macu1.wordpress.com/</span></a><br />
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<img alt="img" src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/70/m_ed809cb968fd48c1824e0c4fa9671e4f.jpg" title="img" /><br />
<b>Noise Research</b><br />
Noise Research has been documented and reviewed here at WTFM:<br />
<a href="http://wtfmusic.org/#topic/1280592726" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://wtfmusic.org/#topic/1280592726</span></a><br />
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<b>One Minute Wanda</b><br />
She is from Northern UK, her music is strange! It's like outsider avant pop-beat messed up stuff. Short songs.<br />
<a href="http://www.myspace.com/oneminutewanda" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.myspace.com/oneminutewanda</span></a><br />
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<img alt="img" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/137/m_ef95d1ade6cc46549e40b18284707439.jpg" title="img" /><br />
<b>Pythagora & Pilectro</b><br />
Pythagora: Swedish Ambient<br />
Pilectro: Swedish Ambient<br />
they join forces for ultimate double swedish ambient!<br />
<a href="http://www.myspace.com/pythagorasspace" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.myspace.com/pythagorasspace</span></a><br />
<a href="http://www.myspace.com/pilectro" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.myspace.com/pilectro</span></a><br />
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<img alt="img" src="http://bandcamp.com/files/12/04/1204147031-1.png" title="img" /><br />
<b>Sweetie</b><br />
UK noise ambient drone<br />
<a href="http://www.sweetielovesyou.co.uk/" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.sweetielovesyou.co.uk/</span></a><br />
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<img alt="img" src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/142/m_6ed5e6bffe5849959edae37e499b859f.jpg" title="img" /><br />
<b>The Thud Experiment</b><br />
Virtually no information could be found via the internet on these chaps: Jack Derbyshire, David Cunliffe, and Noel Kidd. Cunliffe is somehow connected with Aunt Benny / zoologic, which remains mysterious.<br />
The Original Thud experiment was an interesting look at whether psychiatric patients can be properly diagnosed as sane or insane... turns out they can't with accuracy.<br />
<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosenhan_experiment" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosenhan_experiment</span></a><br />
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<img alt="img" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/130/m_184c0cd1e59f460685c3c395df657f9d.jpg" title="img" /><br />
<b>Tvlasunor</b><br />
I assume this is from France. I think it's two guys, John Marron and Manel Bigot. They do improvisation with dance and poetry.<br />
<a href="http://membres.multimania.fr/partyculsystem/tvlasunor.htm" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://membres.multimania.fr/partyculsystem/tvlasunor.htm</span></a><br />
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<img alt="img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/hs358.snc4/41815_130725230281693_306_n.jpg" title="img" /><br />
<b>Zilmrah</b><br />
Lawry Zilmrah, from New York, plays all kinds of gadgetry, with many different guests.<br />
<a href="http://www.myspace.com/zilmrah" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.myspace.com/zilmrah</span></a><br />
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In conclusion, a short meditation on the whole of this compilation.<br />
Classwar - a political statement, recognizing the inequalities in society and the struggles of the weak to resist being stomped upon by the elite classes.<br />
Karaoke - music for anyone, average people with no other outlets for musical expression.<br />
Together, a statement for the advancement of culture, not through intelligencia or snobbery, but coming from the ranks of real down to earth people. The promotion and dispersion of the outer unfamiliar fringes of music.<br />
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Or a meaningless title that just sounds cool. Doesn't matter - just listen.<br />
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-Jeemobon<br />
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<a href="http://www.classwarkaraoke.com/" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.classwarkaraoke.com/</span></a>WTFMusic.orghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05614468757807421943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030646089064732115.post-9232710315353418302010-09-24T00:10:00.000+09:002010-09-24T00:10:35.128+09:00Death By Horsecock - 5-MeO-DMT<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody>
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<b>WTF Album:</b> 5-MeO-DMT<br />
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<b>Tags:</b> psychedelic, drone, noise, space, ambient<br />
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<b>WTF Quality:</b> metaphorically speaking, a heavy trip on a powerful drug<br />
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<b>Lifespan:</b> 2010 -<br />
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<b>Country:</b> France<br />
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The three long track offering known as 5-MeO-DMT from a most absurdly named band, Death By Horsecock, is full of mystical, wonderful, strange and terrible sounds which slowly eat into your cortex and open up all those bound up receptors. Obviously the title of the album is a powerful drug, one which induces profound journey into consciousness experiences. The band name, I'm not sure. But to listen to this music in the background is totally different from fully immersing oneself in it. Take a little dive, and get into the realm of "psychedelic."<br />
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Now I'm not talking about fuzz guitars, or day-glo paint, or tribal space jams. Have a look at this list and check out some of the artists listed here: <a href="http://www.terrascope.co.uk/OurMusicPages/ourmusic.htm" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.terrascope.co.uk/OurMusicPages/ourmusic.htm</span></a><br />
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If you didn't bother to check, just know that it begins with Acid Mothers Temple and ends with Zombies. Fuzz guitars, sitars, songs about dreaming and the mind and flower girls, and day-glo are all in there. And yet psychedelic is much more than that, and the list includes many esoteric items, such as Six Organs of Admittance, Pelt, and Shalibi Effect (which has been recently removed as the list is ever-changing). And Horsecock could fit right in line with this music.<br />
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What makes something so quintessentially psychedelic, that it can incorporate rock songs, folk melodies, instrumental ragas, free noisy drones, jazzy funk, and so many diverse sounds? Drugs? Maybe drugs. Listen to the music and agree that it is well suited for an acid trip, and perhaps that is all that is needed to pass the test. Or the musicians themselves were tripping. <br />
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<blockquote class="bb_quote">The term psychedelic is derived from the Greek words ψυχή (psyche, "soul") and δηλοῦν (deloun, "to manifest"), translating to "mind-manifesting"<br />
The term was first coined as a noun in 1957 by psychiatrist Humphry Osmond as an alternative descriptor for hallucinogenic drugs in the context of psychedelic psychotherapy. Seeking a name for the experience induced by LSD, Osmond consulted Aldous Huxley. Huxley suggested the term "phanerothyme," from the Greek terms for "to show" and "spirit." In a letter to Osmond, he wrote:<br />
To make this mundane world sublime, Take half a gram of phanerothyme<br />
To which Osmond responded: To fathom Hell or soar angelic, Just take a pinch of psychedelic</blockquote><br />
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Back when psychedelic drugs were becoming widely used in the US, they were all stoned out and all like, dude, we can take this modal free jazz stuff and space out on it with these blues rock riffs, and get into this mantra trance thing and totally transform the consciousness of the nation with this stuff. They were on LSD.<br />
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Horsecock is a much heavier trip. Although the effects are very short term, the peak experience is extreme and pronounced. Listen really carefully my fellow traveler. Are your ears taking in all of the sounds? Can you hear the past and the future? Are you feeling fucked up?<br />
The trip is constantly taking us deeper and deeper into the seed of consciousness, unfolding until our frame of reference has shifted and the music stops. Characteristic of each of the three tracks is a core drone, a vibration around which all else circles and fluctuates. However it will slowly change imperceptibly and subtly. It doesn't even seem to be there. But as we are listening closely, that center is gravity holding the chaotic and sporadic outer frequencies in their orbits. Expanding and contracting, solidifying and liquefying, mutating, leading, driving, rolling in endless cycles, fragmenting outward and inward, beaming with the eternal.<br />
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But each of our experiences is unique, each of us is a distinct lens through which the universal consciousness shines. I cannot put this feeling, this transcendence into words. It is for you to find, in the dark, with your own ears.<br />
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-Jeemobon<br />
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Download the full album here : <a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?1gxjyj3mmlj" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.mediafire.com/?1gxjyj3mmlj</span></a><br />
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Buy cdr from french label Et Pourtant Ca Avait Bien Commencé : <a href="http://etpourtantlabel.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://etpourtantlabel.blogspot.com</span></a> </div></td></tr>
</tbody></table>WTFMusic.orghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05614468757807421943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030646089064732115.post-47716355377943893782010-08-30T12:04:00.002+09:002010-08-30T15:15:23.274+09:00scissor shock - psychic existentialism<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody>
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<b>WTF Album:</b> psychic existentialism<br />
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<b>Tags:</b> frantic, progressive, collage, hyperactive, atonal<br />
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<b>WTF Quality:</b> non-idiomatic uncategorizable music using fairly simple sounds that rolls and rolls round and round and rarely repeats itself<br />
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<b>Lifespan:</b> 2003 -<br />
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<b>Country:</b> USA<br />
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<img alt="img" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l6g7u8uley1qcqvgzo1_500.jpg" title="img" /><br />
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welcome to psychic existentialism, a 13 course 32 minute discourse on the secret techniques of mind warping, neuron juggling, wave honing, future reading, phantasm bathing, rock hounding, and exotic tastes.<br />
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In the first course you will be escorted by swami E. Gulzaiye into the isolation hydroponic chamber where mental beams protruding from cyclopean driblet dispensers sprinkle creamy Kegel sauce upon your law of thermodynamics.<br />
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Following your initiation into the basic fundamentals of the training procedure, you begin the introduction of the hypnotic trance.<br />
<img alt="img" src="http://www.sciencebase.com/images/big-equation.jpg" title="img" /><br />
From January to February 1817, San Martín led the Army over the Andes in an audacious move that turned the tables on the royalists.<br />
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The salad is divine. Breathe and feel the one-ness. Students should understand the following issues:<br />
quick panning<br />
meta-poly-morpho-rhythm<br />
diving atmosphere habitats<br />
the capitalist system goes from a complementary symbiosis to a parasitism that kills the host<br />
audial hue<br />
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Connoisseurs who have ridden the <i>Puma concolor</i> through the realm of the "shrine of salvaged junk" should be well familiar with some of the taste waves on display. These are made by obstructing the glottis (the space between the vocal cords) or oral cavity (the mouth) and either simultaneously or subsequently letting out air from the lungs.<br />
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This time, attention has been paid to the minute details of p-branes, wooden mallets, 10 year bond yields, hard protein called keratin, ad infinitum. Be prepared for increased rainfall, rising sea levels, and tropical cyclones.<br />
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A <b>Pâté</b> made from dinosaur fossils, giant millipede legs, squid ink sac, and rubber tree butter will be served on a dish of very delicate porcelain in the style of the Ming emperor <i>Chenghua.</i><br />
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Upon mastery of these techniques the initiate will be forced to consume sugarcane to stimulate vomiting and defecation, as a way of internally cleansing their body. We survey some aspects of the theory of the integrated density of states (IDS) of random Schroedinger operators. Therefore:<br />
• Fire setting<br />
• Hydraulic mining<br />
• Reverse overshot water-wheels<br />
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<b>Learning Objectives:</b><br />
1. guitar<br />
2. here kitty kitty kitty<br />
3. Hawaiian alphabet<br />
4. cut<br />
Variations in the exploratory behaviour of Great Tits (<i>Parus major</i>) have been found to be linked with a gene orthologous to the human gene <i>DRD4</i> (Dopamine receptor D4) which is known to be associated with novelty-seeking behaviour.<br />
<b>Specific Tasks Accomplished:</b><br />
1. Students will demonstrate a mythical union between a lion and a human princess<br />
2. Students will demonstrate establishment of decentralized guerrilla commands<br />
3. Students will demonstrate catalytic purification by hydrodemetallisation (HDM), hydrodesulfurization (HDS) and hydrodenitrogenation<br />
4. Students will demonstrate <i>dictus autem Monoecus vel quod pulsis omnibus illic solus habitavit</i><br />
Grading Policy:<br />
a. crack cocaine 25 %<br />
b. pastrami 75 %<br />
Total Snake 100%<br />
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It goes beyond good times into the meta-critical point concerning the normative conditions of possibility for theorizing the critical-emancipatory project which concerns the addressees of and participants in processes of theoretical and practical enlightenment<br />
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for dessert, utensils.<br />
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<a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?b28upiail4y5a57" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.mediafire.com/?b28upiail4y5a57</span></a><br />
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-Jeemobon</div></td></tr>
</tbody></table>WTFMusic.orghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05614468757807421943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030646089064732115.post-44726864437492902262010-08-20T03:09:00.000+09:002010-08-20T03:09:34.115+09:00Emmanuel Lorien Spinelli - Lands and Genotypes<b>Artist:</b> Emmanuel Lorien Spinelli<br />
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<b>WTF Album:</b> Lands and Genotypes<br />
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<b>Tags:</b> Ecoutism, Objects, Electro-Acoustic, Sound-Collage, Acoustic-Ecology, Interview/Text-Based-Material, Found-Sound, Environmental, Sound-Scape, Live-Electronics, Contemporary-Composition, Acousmatic<br />
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<b>WTF Quality:</b> Using people as subjects to create music with, finding musical qualities within human speech, extended use of objects and field recordings, unique editing techniques<br />
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<b>Lifespan:</b> 1998 -<br />
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<b>Country:</b> UK<br />
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<b>Links:</b> <a href="http://www.emalorien.com/" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.emalorien.com</span></a> / <a href="http://www.myspace.com/emmanuellorienspinelli" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.myspace.com/emmanuellorienspinelli</span></a> / <a href="http://www.myspace.com/blankimprov" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.myspace.com/blankimprov</span></a><br />
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I'm very proud to introduce a fascinating artist, a treasure hidden in the depths of London: Emmanuel Lorien Spinelli. A man of intriguing stories and unique approaches in unraveling them.<br />
He's involved with various musical projects but today I would like to look at one specific project of his: "Lands and Genotypes".<br />
With this particular project he combines soundscapes using objects and field recordings with the musical qualities in the inflections of speech to get to the heart of the perception of identities and the problems that are involved. <br />
"Lands and Genotypes" is an act of voyeurism. Or as Emamanuel prefers to call it, "Ecoutism" - voyeurism with your ears. <br />
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Each piece is centered around a person, or a subject (or group of subjects), and built from there. <br />
Interviews of the subject are conducted and recorded to be used as material for the piece. <br />
Field recordings are then made of places and objects that relate to the subject. <br />
Spinelli helps shed some light on this process, "Each sound must have a relationship, in one way or another, to the people interviewed during the composition process, and all these sounds are part of their sonorous environments, their personal soundscape. Prior to the field recordings, I always ask my interviewees to map the different locations where they usually spend most of their time and, when appropriate, sounds they remember from those places. I usually record much more material in those locations to capture other sounds they might not be aware of and seemed less obvious in order to highlight other sound-marks that are part of the sound-subjects' surroundings in a more detailed fashion."<br />
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What follows is an interview I conducted with Mr. Spinelli that starts off explaining the editing process of "Lands and Genotypes" - after the subjects and the field recordings and objects have been recorded. <br />
It quickly sets deeper into the mind of Emmanuel Lorien Spinelli and the subjects that make up his music. <br />
It's a beautiful and thought-provoking story and one worth reading. <br />
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So, just relax with a cup of coffee and throw on some "Lands and Genotypes" (all tracks available for free streaming here -<a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Emmanuel+lorien+spinelli/Lands+and+Genotypes" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.last.fm/music/Emmanuel+lorien+spinelli/Lands+and+Genotypes</span></a>) in the background and enjoy the interview.<br />
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<b>onionpalac:</b> Could you run through your approach in constructing your "Lands and Genotypes" pieces?<br />
<b>Emmanuel:</b> Once I've got all the material, interviews and field recordings, I do two things.<br />
I draw a map from memory where actual locations get mixed up with imaginary or sensual concrete sounds. I often use the sort of inside/outside concept. Then I spend most of my time chopping up voices. The objects that belong to the inside, like a gas pipe, air conditioner, kitchen appliances etc. and the subjects' personal objects are mixed with the field recordings of specific locations that carry meaning for my subject, such as place of birth, hang outs etc...<br />
As for the vocal edits, I usually create a bunch of folders organized by themes for example, "ducks" or "visit to Auschwitz" (used in "Anseriformes Twins"). Then I use some randomized playlist like winamp to create random patterns and see what kind of strange associations the different "bits of interview" can convey. This is my basic techniques for editing the voices. I am very influenced by Cut-up, William Burroughs, Antonin Artaud and the surrealists poets.<br />
<b>onionpalac:</b> Do you feel that listeners should understand the background of these pieces to fully appreciate them?<br />
<b>Emmanuel:</b> Yes and no, indeed.<br />
Yes because it helps make sense of what may seem abstract at first glance.<br />
And no because I don't consider people stupid and if they don't to know the story behind it, they can create their own, which is very often even more relevant.<br />
Nevertheless it is an unresolved question.<br />
<b>onionpalac:</b> If you don't supply the background then why go through the whole process that you do? You can make it all up instead, no?<br />
<b>Emmanuel:</b> It is an interesting question.<br />
It is a necessary condition. But the process has to be truthful to have an interest for me.<br />
It is important to me because it is a process that informs myself about myself as well.<br />
<b>onionpalac:</b> Are you a voyeur yourself?<br />
<b>Emmanuel:</b> YES! I am an ECOUTEUR/voyeur!<br />
<b>onionpalac:</b> Do you have a background in voyeurism? Are there other voyeur activities you have been involved with?<br />
<b>Emmanuel:</b> No, not really. Actually to be a voyeur you have to enjoy watching and unfortunately I don't.<br />
<b>onionpalac:</b> Haha - you enjoy listening . . .<br />
<b>Emmanuel:</b> Yep, indeed!<br />
<b>onionpalac:</b> Could you talk about transitions? How one event or scene blends into another.<br />
<b>Emmanuel:</b> Well, it is a difficult territory because I am a workaholic. I can spend up to a year and half to mix the first version of a piece. The "Anseriformes Twins" piece took 3 years.<br />
So yeah, transitions are essentials. I can spend days on a couple of cross fades with a bunch of sounds. To be honest, I can spend a whole day trickling the button of one of my children toys in preparation for an improv.<br />
<b>onionpalac:</b> The reason I ask is because I listen for transitions in music very deeply - and in music such as yours I think it's a key ingredient but you pull it off really well.<br />
<b>Emmanuel:</b> Thanks, I agree. I always pay close attention to this these sort of things in other people's music as well. When a transition sucks, you loose the magic.<br />
<b>onionpalac:</b> Which brings me to ask you about influences.<br />
<b>Emmanuel:</b> I have two kinds of influences: on one side composers like R. Murray Schafer, John Levack Drever, Annea Lockwood, of course Jean Luc Goddard and Tarkovsky for film, and sound poets like Kurt Schwitters, the Fluxus movement, etc...<br />
And on the other side, of course Cage, Merzbow, John Zorn (huge...) and all the free improv freaks - the obscure and delightful!<br />
<b>onionpalac:</b> Do you think of film theory while piecing your work together?<br />
<b>Emmanuel:</b> Not at all. Except maybe Goddard and his schizo-narrative.<br />
The reason I say I don't think of film theory is that I don't think in terms of narrative, story, construction of meaning but in terms of "opening a wound" or maybe "a womb" where<br />
meaning happens no matter what. I just try to highlight the paradoxical, playful, and dark moments that occur during one's self account. I think in musical terms even with the spoken words. <br />
<b>onionpalac:</b> But it's all related to the subject - the person you're wrapping everything around.<br />
<b>Emmanuel:</b> Yes, of course. And that's the magic thing about it. Because all these fragmented elements relate to the same subject (or group of subjects), I don't have to think about narrative.<br />
<b>onionpalac:</b> And that in itself is the narrative, story and meaning.<br />
<b>Emmanuel:</b> Yes, you're right. That is the narrative, in a way . . .<br />
<b>onionpalac:</b> It's up to the listener.<br />
<b>Emmanuel:</b> Yes, that's why I call it opening a wound because then the listener has to stitch the whole thing together on his or her own.<br />
<b>onionpalac:</b> What made you come up with the whole Ecouteur and "Lands and Genotypes" idea?<br />
<b>Emmanuel:</b> HA! The truth is I have been a stutterer all my life. When I was younger I used to start a sentence, get stuck, change my mind and say something else. When I started listening to people talking I realized I wasn't the only one and we all do it in a way. I just try to capture that in people. If you have this mental stutter that happens when you breathe, think and talk at the same time, then you're not that different from me.<br />
<b>onionpalac:</b> Because of this you took detailed notice in speech.<br />
<b>Emmanuel:</b> Yes, I had to learn to listen and reproduce.<br />
<b>onionpalac:</b> Are you bilingual?<br />
<b>Emmanuel:</b> Yes, French and English.<br />
I was brought up in France but my mum (who had been brought up in the UK) always spoke to me in English. But she died in 1983. That's partly why i moved to the UK, to know more about myself. Also, she was of Jewish decent, which i didn't know until about ten years ago. So i've spoken both languages all my life but English was kind of kept hidden inside. I often realize that I know certain words without understanding where I learned them from. They're just there inside.<br />
<b>onionpalac:</b> I ask because when learning another language as an adult it can open up the subtleties of speech in one's mother tongue. I wonder if that had any impact on your thinking.<br />
<b>Emmanuel:</b> Yes, indeed. A huge impact. And, in fact, the core of my research is based on the idea of trans-identity in foreigners living in London.<br />
<b>onionpalac:</b> "Learn a new language and get a new soul." ~Czech Proverb<br />
<b>Emmanuel:</b> Of Course, and it is also having a double conscience. It is a treasure.<br />
<b>onionpalac:</b> So, you would say that the root of your research is from being aware of your uncontrolled stutter and extending that onto how others do it - be it a lot less?<br />
<b>Emmanuel:</b> I guess it's maybe not the root of my research but it dictated a big part of my aesthetic and process. The root of my research is really about the perception of identities, trying to understand what's at play during the process of expressing oneself, and it is about practice. How to use all these elements in order to make music.<br />
<b>onionpalac:</b> So, what is the root of your study in the perception of identities?<br />
<b>Emmanuel:</b> It's a long story but in a nut shell: it all started with a fascination for the stupidity of what I read in the news in France and when I discovered elements of my past that stayed hidden in my family because it was considered shameful. I realized part of my family where spitting pork under the tables at the restaurant to look like everyone else. So, I guess I try to make sense of all this crap and the roots of my research come from the fundamental curiosity and this puzzling experience. So much is hidden in all of us.<br />
<b>onionpalac:</b> How do you choose your subjects?<br />
<b>Emmanuel:</b> The truth is I don't. They are all average Joes.<br />
<b>onionpalac:</b> Don't they ever get freaked out in the process of you in a way stalking them?<br />
<b>Emmanuel:</b> Yeah, sometimes . . .<br />
<b>onionpalac:</b> Yeah - you're getting your nose all up in their business. Has anyone abruptly just called it off?<br />
<b>Emmanuel:</b> Yes, that happens quite regularly but usually early in the process.<br />
<b>onionpalac:</b> Do you have any preferences for your subjects?<br />
<b>Emmanuel:</b> No, not really but I tend to get attracted to people with strong political backgrounds. It gives me something to start with. But it deviates quickly after that.<br />
<b>onionpalac:</b> What are the reactions of the subjects when they hear the final product - the music?<br />
<b>Emmanuel:</b> They are often surprised by the things they said and don't always realize that the whole thing is edited. I guess the best is when they react to the sounds and recognize the places. Some of them get quite emotional, like the old lady who cried when she heard the harbor sounds or amused when the twins heard the sound of the washing machine and the lady from the shop swearing. Their mum was staring in the void when listening to the ducks and said, "You know, I know these ducks." I said, "Well, your sons said their first words at that location." She looked like she had a moment of revelation and she started laughing. She was great, very sweet.<br />
<b>onionpalac:</b> Thats a great story - the after effect!<br />
<b>Emmanuel:</b> Yep, these are often the best moments.<br />
<b>onionpalac:</b> So, you sit down with the subjects for their first listen?<br />
<b>Emmanuel:</b> Yes, I normally bring my laptop, put a big pair of headphone on their ears and play a stereo reduction of the piece . It kind of isolates them so I don't get punched half way through!<br />
<b>onionpalac:</b> How do you approach your subjects to do this? What do you say? I can't imagine . . .<br />
<b>Emmanuel:</b> I don't say anything in particular. It depends on the person. Some are very sensitive and others don't give a rat's ass. Maybe they just think they'll be famous.<br />
<b>onionpalac:</b> Britain's Got Talent!<br />
<b>Emmanuel:</b> Can you imagine!<br />
<b>onionpalac:</b> "Do you mind if I poke around your life and record everything about you?" kind of thing?<br />
<b>Emmanuel:</b> Yeah man, "I'm that freak everyone is talking about! I'm featured in a fucked up experimental piece!"<br />
<b>onionpalac:</b> Haha! Really, I think it's nuts how you get these people to agree!<br />
<b>Emmanuel:</b> Nutters I tell you!<br />
<b>onionpalac:</b> So, would you do it?<br />
<b>Emmanuel:</b> Do what?<br />
<b>onionpalac:</b> Would you be a subject for your own work?<br />
<b>Emmanuel:</b> That's THE question!!<br />
<b>onionpalac:</b> There it is!<br />
<b>Emmanuel:</b> Well, yes i would. Obviously, I can't do it myself.<br />
And yes, I'm terrified to do it.<br />
<b>onionpalac:</b> You would need a complete stranger to do it.<br />
<b>Emmanuel:</b> You're right, but who? I need someone who understands the work.<br />
<b>onionpalac:</b> Maybe one of our readers out there can volunteer to take on such as task. You can be sure that we'll be following it the whole way through.<br />
And on that note I believe we can wrap it up.<br />
Thanks Emmanuel, it's been a pleasure.<br />
<b>Emmanuel:</b> Same here. Till next time!<br />
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Please take time to investigate these engaging pieces of strangers' lives. <br />
Step into the soul of someone through aural transportation. <br />
These pieces are true experiences in themselves. <br />
They can enlighten and cast discovery upon yourself and the life around you. <br />
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And while you're at it please dive into the rest of Emmanuel Lorien Spinelli's music from his website. He has a lot of it and it may seem overwhelming. <br />
I suggest his improv unit Blank Ensemble, made up of:<br />
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Emmanuel Lorien Spinelli: Guitars, Lap-top, Midi-guitar, Toys & Objects + Live Electronics<br />
Tom Slater: Percussions, Samplers, Folios <br />
Jean-Michel Unglas: Chapman Stick, Handsonic, Objects<br />
Mickey Kirkpatrick: Flutes, Melodica, Objects<br />
Charlie Richardson: Saxophone, Clarinet, Objects<br />
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Their album "Small Mechanisms" is a roller-coaster of object sounds mixed with tight free improv. <br />
Find that here - <a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Emmanuel+lorien+spinelli/Small+Mechanisms" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.last.fm/music/Emmanuel+lorien+spinelli/Small+Mechanisms</span></a><br />
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"Lands and Genotypes" can be streamed and partially downloaded from Last.FM:<br />
<a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Emmanuel+lorien+spinelli/Lands+and+Genotypes" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.last.fm/music/Emmanuel+lorien+spinelli/Lands+and+Genotypes</span></a><br />
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You can also immerse yourself with the ideas of the album at his myspace page:<br />
<a href="http://www.myspace.com/emmanuellorienspinelli" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://www.myspace.com/emmanuellorienspinelli</span></a><br />
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Further discussion of this artist and album can be found: <a href="http://wtfmusic.org/#topic/1282239737">HERE</a> <br />
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-onionpalacWTFMusic.orghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05614468757807421943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030646089064732115.post-14874641503850279702010-08-18T11:04:00.001+09:002010-08-18T11:09:07.897+09:00Tribalmazoot - Petit à petit l'oiseau bouffe ses petits<b>Artist:</b> Tribalmazoot<br />
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<b>WTF Album:</b> Petit à petit l'oiseau bouffe ses petits<br />
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<b>Tags:</b> Circus, progressive, demented vocals, electronic, tribal, noise<br />
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<b>WTF Quality:</b> a hyperactive freakout of evil dance carnival music<br />
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<b>Country:</b> France<br />
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<img alt="img" src="http://bandcamp.com/files/21/62/2162049820-1.jpg" title="img" /><br />
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Charles Baudelaire's 8 bit opium dream starts. The Parisian gentlemen practice <br />
their didgeridoos on top of Eiffel tower shaped stilts. Rimbaud's ghost howls <br />
obscenities at the people who pass by. They know better than to talk to him <br />
and instead chase the shadows of their children up the steps of Montmartre. <br />
Photographs are taken and the smiling tourists lose their minds and wallets. <br />
The cafe is full as Hemingway teaches Joyce how to play pong and how to read <br />
"Le Petit Prince" in his nuclear shower. What of my shower head? Cry the <br />
forgotten portrait painters as they try to sell imitations of Cézanne's still-<br />
life scenes.<br />
And all this is accentuated by the music of a strange gentleman named: <br />
Tribalmazoot. He stands on the street corner and conducts his environment <br />
forcing it to make the sounds that he dreams and imagines. The police are not <br />
amused but he turns them into accordions and plays a melody that is both <br />
infectious and challenging. Cars race by as their engines churn out ghostly <br />
donkey rhythms. Whores throw themselves under the vehicles just so the funeral <br />
bands have something to play for. But the band never learned how to play <br />
funeral standards....<br />
The album he delivers is entitled: Petit à petit l'oiseau bouffe ses <br />
petits. What exactly is this album? If one is to seek an understanding from a <br />
piece of art in any medium they will be ultimately disappointed. The same <br />
applies if they expect something from or of it. What Tribalmazoot offers is <br />
simply a large serving of his imagination. It is honest and pure. It sounds <br />
French: but it is far removed from any traditional French music one has ever <br />
heard. It is bold in its style & soaked in the sounds of the artist's culture <br />
yet pushed so far forward it is barely distinguishable.<br />
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- The Importance of Birds<br />
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download: <a href="http://tribalmazoot.bandcamp.com/album/petit-petit-loiseau-bouffe-ses-petits" target="_blank"><span class="bb_url">http://tribalmazoot.bandcamp.com/album/petit-petit-loiseau-bouffe-ses-petits</span></a>WTFMusic.orghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05614468757807421943noreply@blogger.com