21/12 0 comments
SOIWT’s also playing catch-up when it comes to The Haxan Cloak. Real name Bobby Krlic, a Yorkshireman moved to London, he’s the creator of serially sinister electro. This is the sound of hell, of places you don’t want to admit exist: a world of whipcracks, interminably-grinding machinery, crackles, creaks, clicks and clangs; a dense sonicscape that’s as immersive as music gets. But there’s beauty down here too – e.g around the four-minute mark of Excavation, when a haunting melody kicks in amongst the swirl.
28/09 0 comments
I love how each song is a listener’s play-dough, ready to be interpreted a million different ways. As I trip along to Itcouldhappentoyou‘s latest – a fragmented, soulful slice of distorted, industrial-type noises that wouldn’t sound out of place on the Requiem For A Dream score - the recurrent to-and-fro sounds cause me to imagine a couple talking animatedly. I lend them characteristics: he is brief and bruised, and she more emotive and frenzied. It’s a crisis talk, and it’s a shame, for they finish each other’s sentences and clearly have a rapport. But the moment is tense, critical, the climax of a longstanding problem. They’re interrupted by the phone ringing, tart chimes that both try to ignore, and distracted by the rattlesnake-like presence of a mystery third party, a would-be homewrecker hovering in the wings. In the end they row above the carping phone, but all feels increasingly fraught and the ending, a final sly rattle from the intruder, doesn’t bode well at all.
20/05 0 comments
Purveyors of the most demented sound this side of the loony bin, Vision Fortune‘s latest EP Night Jukes provides more captivating atmospherics: perma-throbbing guitars, monotone vocals and seditious drums that together form an arsenal of blurry meanders. It’s like a rock version of witch house – possibly (but probably not) explaining why the third song is simply called Drag (drag being another name for witch house). The raw opening track Heavy Saddles is my fave, though: it’s a spellbinding story of how one hook can carry a whole song…
18/02 0 comments
Caligula is the title-track from London duo Peepholes‘ latest EP, out via Upset The Rhythm. Calmer than some tunes on the record, it nevertheless ascends gradually – but unstoppably – to a psychedelic, panicked plane, a place where the sun never shines and our mortality can no longer be ignored. And yet, for all that it’s fraught, there’s also a beauty here: the beauty of honesty, of abandoning excuses.
Picture The World In Signs plots a similar path, but without the histrionics: instead it comes with a Prozac-ed mollification, as if heard at a distance or via a dream. Including the industri-hell finale, it has the quality of those revelations you have just as sleep comes; desperately you try and grasp them, and resist the fatigue, but it’s a losing battle and they slip away, enigmatic and free.
Ghostliest of all is Moon Gangs‘ remix of Tunnels, a musical child run away from home, never to return.
30/11 0 comments
Some days I just hate the world: I hate the way my door creaks in the morning, the way the shower scalds me. I hate those fucking gits who push in front of me on the train, and I despise the ticket machine that doesn’t let me through, making me miss the bus. I hate the policemen who arrests me after I kick the ticket gate to shit, and I hate him even more after he falls over in front of me, blood streaming out of his broken nose. I hate the people screaming, spitting, salivating, dripping their cusses at me as I weave off, and I hate whatever fucking god it was who put me here, who made it rain, who made this city so perfectly dismal. I hate the dreary, hopeless colour of the water below the bridge I find myself on, and I hate myself most of all for giving in to all this hideousness, for being so angry, for not being able to resist that beckoning water for a second longer…
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