Wednesday, 28 July 2010

Pig Destroyer

Beauty is, musically speaking, in the ear of the beholder. Yet even I find it hard to find nice things to say about Pig Destroyer.

Brutal, fast, ugly. That's about it really.

But you cannot deny that they have a great name.




Also, nothing compares to the sighs of despair I hear when I tell my friends that I've bought a new Pig Destroyer record.

Wednesday, 21 July 2010

The Dillinger Escape Plan

Once you exclude all of the "Dillinger who?" and "What is that, some kind of plan?" people (which is admittedly the vast majority of people), you're left with two distinct emperor's new clothes-esque groups.

There are those for whom The Dillinger Escape Plan are inspired and genre-smashing virtuosos draped in robes of the finest silk.

And then there are those for whom they are a bunch of naked shouting jackasses that can't agree on what tune they should be playing; or even if they should be playing a tune at all.

This week I have been listening to their most recent effort Option Paralysis, and find myself firmly in the "hey, those guys are pretty snappy dressers" group. It's just fantastic; like being beaten around the skull by a screaming brick shithouse of a man with LOVE written on one set of knuckles and JAZZ on the other in a grimy trance club, only with weirder time signatures. But in a good way.





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Wednesday, 14 July 2010

Aereogramme

Tricky to define, this lot. Defunct and Scottish are the easiest starting points, since Aereogramme are both of these things; but where to go from there?

They wrote gentle, twinkling little ditties about wishing extinction upon the entire human race. Their songs can be angry, mournful or upbeat; sometimes all three at once. Too raucous for the indie crowd, too gentle for the metalheads...

And yet despite the contrast, there is consistency; both in the sense that it all sounds unmistakably Aereogramme, and that it is all utterly wonderful. The angry bits will have you bellowing and smashing up furniture, the sad bits will have you curled up in weeping ball trying to gnaw through your own wrists.

They mellowed a bit as they got older, largely due to the fact that vocalist Craig B's throat was going to fall off if he carried on screaming.





Thursday, 8 July 2010

Trash Talk

I don't normally go for punk that much, but these four jerks from Sacramento have completely taken a hold of me.

It's raw, urgent, violent and chaotic; and it's pretty much all I'm listening to at the moment.

This one's off their new record Eyes & Nines; it's called Explode. I think it's about stuff exploding.


Friday, 2 July 2010

Tim Hecker

Kinda following on from last week, really. I don't really know much about Tim Hecker, and certainly don't listen to much of his music - although since it's all ambient shoegaze soundscape electronica (this is a good thing), chances are I will start fairly soon.

The reason he's here, and the reason this follows on from ISIS being the greatest band in the world ever, is that a few years ago ISIS released a 2cd "Remixes and Reinterpretations" record based on their timeless classic, Oceanic. All of the artists involved were handpicked by the band themselves, and as the title suggests they each remixed or reinterpreted a single track from the album.

There are two versions of Tim Hecker reinterpretations on there. I say reinterpretations, because as far as I can tell there is not a single element of the original song present.

I can only find one of these versions out there in the interwebs; but that's fine, because in truth they are both quite similar. It's the most lonely, desolate and peaceful piece of music I've ever heard. Puts me in mind of arctic seascapes, all cold and hard and white. So vast, so powerful it renders all existence and endeavour futile and meaningless.

Also, it's quite pretentious (in case you hadn't got that already).


Just for reference, here's the ISIS version.