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“Things Change Like The Patterns And Shades That Fall From The Sun” Another one of those great FSOL moments that never saw release beyond their ISDN and Fuct Up Soup transmissions, “Carlos” practically defines the term Fourth World with its loping downbeat percussion and rude, eerie horns piercing the deep red horizon of the late … Continue reading Carlos
“What do you type on?” Writing about the great Ghédalia Tazartés got me thinking about figures will creep in and out of the peripheries, casually doing their thing, making waves that are ultimately (sometimes after the passage of decades) felt in the “mainstream” (insofar as a mainstream even exists anymore). Transmissions from the Interzone, bounced … Continue reading Bulletin Of The Coordinate Factualist
Ghédalia Tazartés: At The Edge Of Perception Ever since he passed away back in February, I've wanted to discuss the late great Ghédalia Tazartés, that French sonic visionary who bridged the Electro-Acoustic experiments of Pierre Schaeffer and the dawning of the sampladelic age. However, as the days turn shorter as Autumn falls into its great … Continue reading Ghédalia Tazartès
Closing down the summer with another episode of Garden Grooves, this one isn't the result of a long weekend of landscaping but instead parsed out in fragments over the last three or four months. But if you keep track... well, it's cheap blog material, isn't it? So, in the spirit of Smirkoff, We Have Explosive, … Continue reading Garden Grooves 009
“We Have Explosive”: The Outsider Story Today, I'd like to focus not on one the many figures I'd been planning to, but instead a complete bolt from the blue. Hand to the forehead, it just came to me. This is a figure whose very identity is a mystery, linked only to one remix for a … Continue reading Smirkoff
The Future Sound Of London We Have Explosive Electronic Brain Violence Ok, so I know that FSOL already got a tile of the month with their stunning ISDN full-length, but this series isn't so much about the codification of a rarefied canon (that's what The Parallax 100 is for!) but rather a chance to hook … Continue reading The Future Sound Of London – We Have Explosive
I've long been fascinated by a certain type of record, where a very particular confluence of sounds and factors intersect to produce an unlikely minor masterpiece that sounds like little else around. Typically, there's some collision of the synthetic and organic involved... although sometimes one side fills in for the other. The rhythm might be … Continue reading Oil – Slight Of Hand
Crashing back to earth — so there's a way back after all — spiral strains of Wilmot echo through the valley, The Sabres Of Paradise in full flame and lost in elemental motion. Enter stage left it's “Thomas The Fib”, sauntering right out the room into the sun-glazed cascade of high noon, Trainspotting rifles and For A Few Dollars … Continue reading Rattlesnake Shake
Jungle Wonz: Kings of the Concrete Jungle There's a certain type of Chicago record that plays like the sound of the city itself, capturing the summer heat and humidity of the metropolis, stretched out in all directions and cast beneath those looming, overcast skies. If Virgo were the perfect encapsulation of the city viewed from … Continue reading Jungle Wonz
Transmitting from deep within the Arctic Circle Dwelling on Talk Talk got me thinking about back when I first dove deep into their body of workby now this would've been about twenty years ago — experiencing the sprawl of their discography's twin poles: synth-inflected new wave and freeform post rock, (with Sylvian-esque art pop of The Colour … Continue reading Greyscale