Yeah, about time I had another review up...I was about to do a surly little blog piece on Man Chest Hair, the Finder's Keeper comp of hirsute northern UK bands from the 1970s who wanted to sound like Blood Sweat & Tears and Jethro Tull. (It's not enough to be rare, right? It also has to be good?)
So anyway, I have this Blurt review of a very good, very drone-y album by Carlton Melton, published today.
Photos of Photos
Photos of Photos was recorded in a geodesic dome, that aging symbol of futurism that delivers the maximum possible amount of interior space per unit of surface covering. The album - four tracks on the vinyl, an additional two on the expanded CD - was laid down in three days of musical excess, laid down in single takes filtered through omnidirectional mics. There were no overdubs, no pitch shifting, no edits, no manipulations, no vocals, no very overt song structures. This is as close as you can come to standing in a swirling sonic vortex, buffeted by tangible waves of sound, pushed this way and that, by careering howls of guitar, swollen surges of synthesizer, woozy thunders of drum and bass.
Here they are playing an extended live set.
I'm doing two interviews today, one at 2 p.m. with Matmos on their new telepathy-inspired Marriage of True Minds, the other at 8 p.m. with Matt Korvette from Pissed Jeans. Kind of nervous about both, but in different ways, Matmos because they're probably smarter than I am and Korvette because he's so much louder...
anyway, busy day, more soon...