Monday, December 23, 2013
Here's one that's been getting plays by this new band guy artist project I just recently rediscovered called Vetonen. Actually Vertonen is the mind bake of Blake Edwards, who is possibly some sort of legendary noise master or maybe just overall under-rated jammer in general. It's unclear to me at this time. Absolutely worth delving into for a deeper examination, lets begin with this here Blind Ventriloquist tape released on Rainbow Bridge (a tie-dye-leopard-print friendly label recently relocated to Chicago from Baltimore ish). Material recorded and edited in March 2013, Doff of the hat to Justin Marc Lloyd, Nods to M.G. & AMK.
Awesome Side 1 is a 16m blisser of improvised turntables, 1-left channel, 1-right channel, playing run-out grooves, labels and edges of records (and bands too) using the 33 to 78 stylus mechanism on the tonearm coupled with a janky connection cable. It pretty much says so on the insert. Side 2 is the same sort of shit but with hand-melted records and distortion pedal to the source recordings.
Dreamy vocal loops of ghosted olde-tyme female crooner serenades and skips entertain both the conscious as well as the subconscious mind ear. This is followed by some bad trip inducing scattered needle drops to fuck your shit right up so be on guard or pay it no mind. After frantic moments we're delighted with the babbling brook of lush record static. Sorry grandma, but we're entering some death-industrial marching zone. They must have rock quarries in heaven. Let the angels sing, but lets crush the hell out of these rocks. Love.
Posted by PRISONFOOD at 5:00 PM
Saturday, December 21, 2013
Forrest Friends are indigenous to the many forested regions of the Great Northwest
Experimental drones, loops, rattlesnake percussion, mystical shit. pitch affection vocal yaps&yammers, stings of strings, symbolic cymbals, grudging bass beat, songs by folks who know gnomes. Smoking fairy dust off on the side. Spoken word. Summer Jam. Dirty Hippy, Summer Job. Busking for buckets. Down low ^ up with the banjo.
Posted by PRISONFOOD at 10:31 PM
Spaceless sweeps of charred drone smoldering with the heat of harsh. Bask in the warmth of ambient, revel in the tufted language of the other side. Heart goes black. The lungs of Morpheus fill again. Breathe the ashes. Distorted waves of solitude wash away the ancient sins of creation. None shall cross. Memorex cdr containing 22 minutes of awesome housed in dvd case. Edition of 16 copies.
Posted by PRISONFOOD at 10:29 PM
1. I Won't Be Home For Christmas
Noisebed of harshblasted rippage under a layer of propaganda and mind control. Die with some dignity. Now we have some choice. Mother PLEASE! It will not hurt if you be quiet. Carbide Inserted Vibrator. Fucking great track.
2. Oh Come All Ye Faithful
Noise Dirge Bowel Purge epic doomed to make jam blow-out featuring DEAD-spasticwallguitar&blusterdrums George-tattereddrums&destructivekeyboard Sandy-bassinthepalce Wally-vocalsnojokels.
3. Syphilis Santa (DM Remix)
DEAD rolls out a Robitussin inspired dead-industrial war drone. Samples dropped like bombs. Lucidity gets cut with a knife. The holidays can be a motherfucker.
Picked up from Wall of Sound
Posted by PRISONFOOD at 5:48 PM
This' by far the most awseome Christmas Record I've picked up this year. Found it still sealed at Zions Gate. Some Seriously Jive Jukes in full stereo spread on this Groove. Booker gots his organ in full Christmas Spirit. I can't believe you don't already have this in regular rotation.
Posted by PRISONFOOD at 5:17 PM