Art without restrictions

 

(Kim Gordon is a bassist, guitarist, and vocalist born in Rochester, New York on 28 April 1953 and raised in Los Angeles. Primarily a visual artist, Gordon moved to New York City and formed Sonic Youth in 1981 with Thurston Moore (her husband from 1984–2012). Gordon also formed the musical projects Body/Head, Free Kitten, Ciccone Youth, Harry Crews, and Mirror/Dash).

 

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Sitting on Orion's belt

 

(Black Hearted Brother is an English Dream Pop/Shoegaze band from London, formed by Neil Halstead (Slowdive), Nik Holton (HOO) and Mark Van Hoen (Seefeel)).

 

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Navigating in dream labyrinths

 

(Kim Gordon is a bassist, guitarist, and vocalist born in Rochester, New York on 28 April 1953 and raised in Los Angeles. Primarily a visual artist, Gordon moved to New York City and formed Sonic Youth in 1981 with Thurston Moore (her husband from 1984–2012). Gordon also formed the musical projects Body/Head, Free Kitten, Ciccone Youth, Harry Crews, and Mirror/Dash).

 

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Walking alone through the open grooves

 

(Peel Dream Magazine is actually a Shoegaze/Post Punk/Post Rock one-man project from New York, formed by Joe Stevens (Vocals, Guitars, Organ, Synth, Drones, Drum Machine)).

 

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A farewell in silence

(Penelope Trappes is a singer, producer, song-writer and artist originally from Australia, now living in London).

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A far away call from motherland

(Tele:Funken is a british Birmingham based one man electro/letfield/abstract project leaded by Tom Fenn. Flying Saucer Attack is an experimental space rock band that formed in Bristol, England in 1992. David Pearce was the core member of the group, and Rachel Brook (of Movietone, another Bristol band) was a member for most of the band's lifetime. The band were marked by quiet vocals and sheets of feedback with similarities to contemporary shoegazing bands, or The Jesus and Mary Chain. FSA were able to create a small but enthusiastic fanbase as one of the more remarkable experimental bands of the day. The band were notable for recording most of their output at home into a normal home stereo system, avoiding recording studios as much as they could. This gave their music a DIY feel and gave them the freedom to experiment as much as they wanted).

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Sailing on dark moon

Variations in the complexity of a stopped sea.

(Pram are a band from Birmingham (England) that rediscovered the glorious tradition of British progressive-rock adding the casual and rebellious posture of the punk generation. Vocalist Rosie Cuckston, bassist Sam Owen, guitarist Matthew Eaton, and sampler Max Simpson, with the addition of Harry Dawes and Laurence Hunt, make up a combo worthy of avantgarde and jazz music. They progressively ventured into dissonance, dub and electronica). 

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A story of you and me in time

Sleeping subject to the ladder.

(Hailing from Birmingham, Broadcast, formed of Trish Keenan (vocals), Roj Stevens (keyboards), James Cargill (bass), Tim Felton (guitar) and Steve Perkins (drums); Broadcast’s intimate experimental pop is fuelled with references to the work of the seminal BBC Radiophonic Workshop, Ennio Morricone or John Barry. Often associated with Stereolab in the early days, the sound of the band has developed considerably. Unfortunately, lead singer Trish Keenan died of pneumonia on 14 January 2011 at the age of 42).

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An ode to punished flesh

Tortures souls drowned in light.

(Vessel is the pseudonym of 22 year old Bristolian Sebastian Gainsborough. Having only been producing for a few years Seb rose to prominence in 2011 through acclaimed releases for Throwing Snow's fledgling label left_blank, along with a sold out cassette release for Rekordah’s boutique imprint Astro-Dynamics. In early 2012 Seb signed with the all conquering Tri Angle records (home to Balam Acab, oOoOO, Holy Other, Clams Casino, The Haxan Cloak) to release his debut album.

Taking influence as much from the bass heavy heritage of the city around him as from sounds emerging further afield, Seb creates exciting, unclassifiable music across shifting BPM's).

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Amazing images of the temple of the bodies

Lullabies for the stillborns.

(Vessel is the pseudonym of 22 year old Bristolian Sebastian Gainsborough. Having only been producing for a few years Seb rose to prominence in 2011 through acclaimed releases for Throwing Snow's fledgling label left_blank, along with a sold out cassette release for Rekordah’s boutique imprint Astro-Dynamics. In early 2012 Seb signed with the all conquering Tri Angle records (home to Balam Acab, oOoOO, Holy Other, Clams Casino, The Haxan Cloak) to release his debut album.

Taking influence as much from the bass heavy heritage of the city around him as from sounds emerging further afield, Seb creates exciting, unclassifiable music across shifting BPM's).

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A fear that moves the sun

Sleepy dance into the electric ghosts oldhouse.

(Vessel is the pseudonym of 22 year old Bristolian Sebastian Gainsborough. Having only been producing for a few years Seb rose to prominence in 2011 through acclaimed releases for Throwing Snow's fledgling label left_blank, along with a sold out cassette release for Rekordah’s boutique imprint Astro-Dynamics. In early 2012 Seb signed with the all conquering Tri Angle records (home to Balam Acab, oOoOO, Holy Other, Clams Casino, The Haxan Cloak) to release his debut album.

Taking influence as much from the bass heavy heritage of the city around him as from sounds emerging further afield, Seb creates exciting, unclassifiable music across shifting BPM's).

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A little bell bird

Before we begin to learn abut colours.

(Hailing from Birmingham, Broadcast, formed of Trish Keenan (vocals), Roj Stevens (keyboards), James Cargill (bass), Tim Felton (guitar) and Steve Perkins (drums); Broadcast’s intimate experimental pop is fuelled with references to the work of the seminal BBC Radiophonic Workshop, Ennio Morricone or John Barry. Often associated with Stereolab in the early days, the sound of the band has developed considerably. Unfortunately, lead singer Trish Keenan died of pneumonia on 14 January 2011 at the age of 42).

 

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Lethal dose of sleeping pills

Hymns dedicated to unpredictable sounds.

(Implodes are an experimental rock band from Chicago, Illinois. They combine elements of psychedelic, shoegaze, drone, ambient, and electronic into their densely atmospheric sound).

 

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Open the white window of past times

Trapped into a labyrinth of whispering noises.

(There's a fascinating dichotomy inside of Black Earth, the first official album from Chicago quartet Implodes. Stylistically, it's almost schizophrenic-- tracks alternate between shoegaze, Krautrock, post-rock, experimental drone, and acoustic ambiance, and those modes don't often meet together in one place. Yet the overall mood is forcefully consistent, with a weight approaching gravitational pull. That tone is captured somewhat in the cover art's stark silhouettes, but even that image is a little too colorful for this hazy, shadow-filled sound-cloud. Whenever I listen, I picture the music emanating from a mesmerizing field of TV static, roughly like what the little girl stared into in Poltergeist's iconic image.

That may seem a bit overdramatic, but Implodes sound like they take their music pretty seriously, and they should. It's carefully crafted and wholly enveloping, a kind of dream-state atmosphere where vocals shiver behind layers of fuzz, rhythms detonate like underwater explosions, and acoustic guitars drift in and out like flashes of déjà vu. Some tracks on their own might sound a bit derivative-- "Marker"'s floating noise has a Slowdive tint, "Screech Owl" bears the spooky lurch of early Sonic Youth, and the slow melodrama of Mogwai slips into "Song for Fucking Damon II (Trap Door)". Others pass through corridors of the Kranky catalog, skirting spaces between Labradford, Bowery Electric, and Jessamine. But when fused together by Implodes' assured sense of narrative thrust, these songs are much more echoes than mimicry-- like an unfamiliar, moonlit landscape dotted with fleeting glimpses of past ghosts.

All of which makes for a pretty heavy listen. Dense, dark, and slow even when it's fast, Black Earth can get murky and claustrophobic, sucking in the air around it. There's a fine line between mesmerizing and depressing, and while I find myself squarely on the entranced side throughout, I can see where others might find the dimmer passageways more blinding than beckoning. But this is where the band's stylistic diversity helps. While a deep drone like "Oxblood" may burrow the center of the earth, it's immediately countered by the motoring sway of "Meadowlands", or the hymn-like buzz of "Wendy", or the lilting blur of "Experiential Report". Which is why the most interesting thing about Black Earth is what it bodes for Implodes' future. If they can already mold this many sounds into the same tonal shape, imagine what further sonic territory they might someday place their stamp on).

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Sitting alone on red surface

Sounds to hear the leaves falling down in moisture.

(Daniel Riddle, the Portland, Oregon based musician, producer and master level wizard, has been creating music as King Black Acid since the late ‘80s. Riddle began KBA’s long and winding musical journey as a bedroom project while serving as the bassist for the seminal Portland punk act Hitting Birth. Soon the project began to take on a life of its own developing into a fully realized, ever evolving, powerhouse of neo-psyche rock and birthing a multiplicity of sonic universes in the ears and minds of those open to experiences beyond the realm of the ordinary. With four studio albums, a multitude of singles and original musical score for productions such as The Mothman Prophecies, Buffy The Vampire Slayer, CSI and revered live performances, King Black Acid has become a Portland legend – an act that consistently recreates itself by breaking stifling musical parameters all the while managing to throw so many catchy hooks that any attempts at escape are rendered useless. King Black Acid and The Rainbow Lodge is the full name of the current KBA line up, and, as always, consists of Riddle (who provides most of the writing, guitar, voice and production) along with a group of skilled players handpicked to bring this music to its ultimate expression. Each incarnation of KBA’s reign is constructed to play to the strengths of the assembled personnel (notable former members from a long list of luminaries include Scott Adamo of The Wipers, Joseph Trump of Pigface and Elliot Sharp’s Carbon, Nathon Jorg of Snowbud and the Flower People, Dan Eccles of Richmond Fontaine and Fernando and Jeff Trapp of Everclear), displaying a sound uniquely its own and simultaneously one that is bound by Riddle’s emotionally charged songwriting and his signature approach to sonic creation. Fittingly, each materialization of King Black Acid has been marked by a different band name – a typographical signpost directing the unconscious to aural worlds beyond our own. 

From 1995’s KBA and the Womb Star Orchestra’s lush, epic, long form jams that cemented the outfit’s place in the Space Rock Hall Of Fame and entranced all the whacked out kids in the underground of the Pacific Northwest and beyond, to the tightly refined psyche sounds of the turn of the millennium manifestation KBA and The Starseed Transmission, through the dark soundtrack work of KBA and the 144,000 Piece Acid Army, to the current line-up, the strange and beautiful sounds from Riddle’s heart, mind and soul pour out of the King Black Acid laboratory directly into the bloodstream. 

King Black Acid and The Rainbow Lodge featuring Rich Landar and Jonathan Moore on keys, Jordan Ruback on drums, Bryan Owens on guitar, and Erik Mimnaugh on bass are currently at work on the 5th official King Black Acid studio album, an EP entitled Twin Flames, slated for a Spring 2017 split release on legendary Portland label Cavity Search Records and Riddle’s Mazinga Records imprint).

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Take on the swivelling deadly rollercoaster

Bilateral amputation caused by rotational mechanical stress.

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A rainy thursday to remember the future

Arctic waves freezing the road to my solitude.

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