Tagged with asphodel
February 9, 2013
Din-St
Funnelling through a turbine of apparent violence in the boundaries of my brain, Berliner Frederic Stader pops up now and again to say a bizarre ‘hello’ poking through my tender neurons.
Thick gloop-like liquid drips onto the terminals, causing a shock to many systems. Razor edges draw themselves ever closer to the throat while abrasive fuzz and a blur of nauseous sound shadows the optic landscape.
This is brutal, spelt BROOTLE! This is wild hard-core electronic punk for a generation that haven’t even been conceived. It’s a crazy ‘fuck you’ in so-called hip-hop spirit and funkadelic scope. My diseased brain wants to rise above my skull and instantly wants to fall in gyroscopic style into the concrete pavement.
Can you handle this????!!
April 5, 2012
Badawi
Surrounded by many borders, Mr Raz Mesinai transcends them all. No matter what obstacle we have to tackle or enemies we may need to defeat. The occasional overbearing emotions that cramp us all can be shaken out of our system. We can do so with the powerful sounds Badawi propels forwards. Possessing submarine like basses low down in muscles we were unaware of, a motley crew of percussion and melodies that frenetically swirl us around like a Haboob dust storm, we are boldly resisting the mundane and mainstream. Down with capitalism! Down with consumerism! We are the nomads, the Bedouin spilling out like such diaspora.
Born in Jerusalem, Raz Mesinai spent two decades traversing between his homeland and New York City experiencing traditional Middle Eastern music and ecstatic hip-hop and the underground electro of NYC. His mixture of dub, classical composition, avant-garde and electro-acoustic music is sincere, upbeat and fundamental. I dare you to keep up with him.
April 2, 2012
DACM
I awaken surrounded by a new unknown exuberance. Swirling around my tiny frame is a cacophony of abrasion and intrigue. Do I let myself succumb to it, opening up my pores to let these shards of sound in. Inflate my flattened brain with excitement and furore.
The reverberations I am hearing are not too far off from where my body once dwelled. Materials and matter gently clasp one another or erratically snip and shear together forming a sort of confetti alignment, which falls ever so gracefully into the abyss.
As I fall, I bypass electronic interference, chunks of cranky machinery and peaceful piano keys. I fall a far greater depth than that of Peter Rehberg and Tujiko Noriko, into the abyss of disgust and unease.
October 31, 2011
Tipsy
Never have I been tripped into an abyss of such colour and wonder as when I hear a record by San Francisco duo Tipsy. The quirky and eccentrically esoteric sound collages this pair inject, delightfully saunter us into a realm of bizarre space lounge exotica.
This is the real deal. Formed in 1996 by Tim Digulla and David Gardner, our experimentalists found a home at the brilliant Asphodel Records. The Bay Area native and his Hawaiian born friend started crafting and experimenting with cut-n-paste sampling eventually mutating their weird sound. Their playful noise expands matter and comically twists every ounce of juice within our very cell walls, forcing us to dance.
A whole mirage of instruments and samples gleefully intercept, intertwine and ultimately collaborate, creating a wacky craziness you can’t quite fathom. This is a screwball comedy playing off the sensitivity of our minds. The perfect genius that is their début ‘Trip Tease’ and its follow-up ‘Uh-Oh!’ create moods of a surreal nature.
The brief lounge and exotica revival around the mid-90s secured some of their sounds in the use of television shows such as The Sopranos and Sex & The City as well as in beer and soda commercials! However, you cannot pigeonhole their sound and I don’t think it should fall upon unenlightened ears effortlessly, it is purely out-of-this-world strangeness, you need to strive for it. My spiel cannot do this duo justice, I merely urge you to seek out their records!
Wig out!!!
