I’ve had the pleasure on many occasions to work with and hear the work of Ron from (o)+hers, from his early gothic Girl Talk v. euro drag style of remix to his more recent horror drone compositions of original material.  (o)+hers is a project that is constantly changing and re-arranging itself to fit whatever situation it finds itself in.

His most recent composition to be released is some of the most unrelenting horror drone this side of Coil.  A swirling nightmare that you cannot get out of.  Currently out on Workerbee Records.

What first drew me to Kristan Day’s album Magicians was the cover, like a grainy still from a half remembered dream. The music inside is gauzy and fluid, and possibly the most compelling drone music that I’ve heard in years.

Buy it for only a dollar!

Bryan Day posted a Facebook note a few days back declaring some releases coming in May on his Public Eyesore and Eh? labels, and suddenly I realized I already had one of them — the Recoupements CD-R by someone called Un Nu. Apparently Bryan had sent it to me before it was actually ‘released’, maybe in hopes I’d write something about it, who knows? I remembered listening to it once and it being a nice companion to the Chefkirk We Must Leave The Warren CD-R I had actually ordered that it arrived with. I decided to give it a couple more spins.

What we’ve got here is a single 52-minute track of live-in-the-studio improvisation, consistent with the overall Eh? aesthetic of artistic anti-music in simple packaging. The sleeve lists two performers, Pascal Battus on guitar pickups and Benjamin Duboc on double bass. I don’t have any idea what Mr. Battus is doing to those guitar pickups, let alone have I ever before heard of guitar pickups by themselves used as an instrument, but there’s long stretches of this where I don’t hear any sounds I could identify as any known instrument, let alone a double bass, even factoring out the passages where that instrument is used in a percussive capacity. In fact, for the first minute or so about all that can be heard is some faint crackling.

In fact, there are a lot of very quiet parts, so perhaps a sort of minimalist bent to what Un Nu are doing here. At times I hear tinkery percussive sounds like some kind of metal tools, as if I’ve just wandered into someone’s workshop where they’re quietly hard at work on something. Other times there’s a a soothing backdrop of some kind of very quiet feedback-like sounds, and just as it’s beginning to get lulling, a loud electrified POP or THUNK jumps out and startles me, I can almost see sparks flying from some piece of electrical equipment. This is just one way the performers take maximum advantage of volume contrasts, and they dramatically shift the mood several times during this piece even as they seem to be building with a pretty tight set of micro-motifs. There are some intense periods of drony bowing from the bass that get pretty rocking. At around 24 minutes in there’s a whole part that sounds like a motorcycle gang taking off; by the 30 minute mark it’s gone silent but for the faint noise floor of an amplifier.

It takes a certain talent to pull off doing this kind of atonal improvisation and be able to keep it engaging for almost an hour. Adventurous ears will have a ball with this, but of course if you’re familiar with Public Eyesore and Eh? you probably already figured as much. And if you’re not, this is a fine place to get introduced.

Available at Public Eyesore

EDIT: By the way, this year Public Eyesore becomes 15 years old!

Announcing the newest tape on Centipede Farm, “Budapest/Chicago” by mascara. This has been generating considerable excitement, and for good reason. Sara calls it “a sweet noise narrative which takes the listener on a non linear journey, a tale of living in two places: flashbacks to Budapest and premonitions of Chicago.” I’d describe it as twelve uplifting mixtures of sound celebrating adventure to match their own adventurousness. Some tracks remind me of standing on a street corner hearing different music playing from various radios in shops and passing cars mixing together with a nearby construction site. Other times a groove formed from a looped rock sample takes me to Neu-land. Sometimes the city, sometimes the highway, harsh here, gentle there, always playful. Paypal me four bucks and one of the 50 copies will be yours. Or if you’re in New York, I hear tell you can catch mascara performing live somewhere tomorrow night and buy one direct from the arteest.

While you’re at it, swing by the catalog page because there might be something else there you want. For example, if your tastes (also?) extend to the darker/harsher end of things, we’ve still got a few copies of Molting’s excellent “Insanity” tape. Noise on!

By which I really just mean Ames’s Matt Dake, he whom is also You Are Home, a drummer in The Jerkles, and former drummer of Longshadowmen, among his many activities. This new digital single from You Are Home just popped up the other day, a greatly enjoyable trancey, grooving, high-energy, polyrhythmic, eight minutes. Check out that gnarly Yes-y bass tone, too!

Matt reports to be be hard at work on the next YAH full-length too. In the meantime, he has other cool things up his sleeve, as he, Bryon Dudley, Tom Russell, are Stratum — a kind of supergroup, really — and have just debuted with this EP of very cool shamanic percussion-and-drone, reminding me of perhaps a more technical Big Drum In The Sky Religion, or Battles floating in outer space. I’m drawing the Thou Art connection just on the assumption that Matt probably recorded it, but I don’t know this for sure.

UPDATE: Matt informs us the Stratum EP was collaboratively recorded at Byron’s studio The Spacement, and there are definite plans for more recordings and live shows (yes!)

It’s out there. The Distant Trains/Consistency Nature split tape celebrating the one-year anniversary of Lava Church.

Each of these gorgeous tapes comes with 2 trading cards, one of Distant Trains and one of Consistency Nature. The Distant Trains side of the tape is mostly rhythmic, beginning with the floaty, trippy “Underwater Ghost Choir”, a track you may have caught on my Soundcloud once upon a time, followed by a track made from twisted-up and looped sounds from one of the pieces on the forthcoming Explortation and finally a two-parter of straight-up jamming 4-track rock. Consistency Nature’s side is a single dissonant yet soothing and philosophical ambient noise/samples/electronics piece called “So The Dead Do Move” that really takes you along on a trip. Very cool stuff that both fits together and contrasts with the Distant Trains side.

Only 21 of this thing exist in the world, and I now have three in my possession; I might save one for myself, and then either give or trade the other two to extra special people, who exactly those might be I haven’t figured out yet, or try to sell them locally. Not sure. If you want one though, I’d first suggest getting it from the Lava Church store and investigating some of their other fine musical wares while you’re there. Have a sampling of their sounds below:

A little over a month ago I trekked up to Minneapolis for the Minneapolis Noisefest 2012, having heard about it via the Blogspot site of the Darker Days Ahead label, which itself I’d heard of by way of its having released a recent Marax CD-R House Of Malice (much recommended, by the way). Just before leaving I tried to nail down just where to find the venue, and found various confusing conflicting information, but eventually, thinking I had it figured out, I set off. Midway through the drive I received an email from Cory of Darker Days Ahead giving me directions to somewhere completely different than I’d intended to head for. An attempt to bring this new information up on my phone’s navigation app crashed the phone beyond any usability, apparently sending it into an endless loop of rebooting itself. I resolved to hit up one of Iowa’s fine rest stops, since we have wi-fi at those things, and try and work out directions on my iPad from that, but I missed the last rest stop in Iowa along the route and had to stop at one in Minnesota instead, where they don’t have this particular modern convenience. The whole rest stop annoyed me. Even the doors seemed to open from the wrong side. I had to call home from the pay phone in the cavernously echoing lobby occupied by a family loudly shouting at each other, to get Leah to read me off directions from Google.

The directions didn’t even go to the actual location where the show was going down, but rather to a cafe about a block away that it was supposed to be “across the tracks” from. I found the place, apparently an underground DIY sort of spot, which in retrospect makes perfect sense. The grubby, disheveled building looked like it may have formerly been a gas station with a service department in back, and was located on a dead end street directly behind a Metro Transit train station. I’m not sure if it even technically has an address. I arrived around 7, the time I had heard the show was to start, and found the place quiet and locked up, the only person around being one of the scheduled performers (Skin Horse, as it would turn out), leaning against his car with his gear piled up in the back seat, also wondering what was going on.

Eventually someone opened up the gate to the yard and the overhead door at the back of the building and more people started gradually filtering in over the next couple hours, including one whom I recognized as Emil from Cock ESP. I wandered around trying to amuse myself among strangers, making microcassette recordings of the trains. I found it amusing that the trains sound an recording of a tram bell. I wondered aloud to a couple of people as to whether perhaps they had initially used an electronic beep but then some manager decided that it didn’t have enough “soul” and asked for something more “vintage” sounding. The joke was lost. After a couple hours some people showed up with a PA and a shopping cart full of beer. Then there was a long period of setup and sound-checking.

It was at least 10, possibly later, when the show got going. The delay concerned me since there were so many names on the bill, though I had already figured on each of them playing for somewhere in the 10 to 15 minute range, but then again, it didn’t really matter: there was really no “closing time” and no neighbors to complain. The decaying industrial vibe of the building and general old-school punk way that the show operated gave a really cool vibe to the whole experience; I felt as if I had might have just been transported to the early 1980s industrial scene.

Most of the acts were one-man power electronics units getting harsh drones out of a table full of pedals and maybe a mixer or some object with a contact mic attached, with some intermittent hardcore-style vocals. Beyond those common elements however, each had their own distinct approach and sound.

A few artists utilized equipment or methods of particular interest. Cyrus Pireh’s setup involved two guitar amplifiers, one with a cruddy old guitar feeding back through it, while he manipulated the dials, controls, and patch cables of an honest-to-goodness old hearing test tone generating machine set up on top of the amps. I certainly don’t remember hearing sounds like those when I got hearing tests in school as a kid, but maybe he had the thing circuit-bent or something. The ending of his set took on a performance-art aspect as he repeatedly asked a member of the audience “what do you want to hear?” louder and more agitated each time.

Another of my favorites was Skin Horse, who stood onstage behind a kind of small workbench with an old boom box and a desk lamp and who knows what else on it, casually smoking and drinking beer in between angry shouts while coaxing some wonderfully dark mechanized sounds from his setup and generally having a tough “don’t fuck with this guy” vibe. I don’t know what sort of drum machine or whatever it was he had making those rhythmic pulses but it had a really great heavy thunk sound to it. At one point it seemed to be laying down a pretty straightforward industrial dance beat, but then with just a tweak he would knock the rhythm lopsided or speed it up to the point of a loud buzz.

There was a two-person group somewhere in the middle of the show, whose name I never caught and does not appear in the video set above, that employed a large gong, which may have been contact-miked, meshing a drone from the gong with some electronic stuff. The crowd seemed to really like the gong, coaxing them to give it one more good whack before tearing down after their set, and cheering when they obliged.

I also wandered the venue a bit and got into some interesting conversations with Emil, Cyrus, a guy running the merch table, some guys that were supposed to be part of Cock ESP that night, and a couple random show attendees. Everyone was super friendly and cool. I’ve been to very few live performances dedicated specifically to noise music in my lifetime, but if noisers are this friendly in general then I’m glad to be among them.

Upon viewing the above video set I did vaguely remember seeing at least some of Cory Schumacher’s set (he of Darker Days Ahead, though at the time I didn’t connect this) — at least I remember that shirt with the Process cross on it, but I was fading out pretty bad by that time from the combination of the unaccustomed late hour and the beers I had drank so I slunk off to my car for a nap. I awoke well after the show ended and made my way back home. All in all it was a great time, would do again.

So I’ve got a Distant Trains tape coming out soon, as soon as I can come up with a good cover design for it anyway, inspired by this trip and this show, titled Minnesota Is Uncivilized. It will be the first exclusively noise-oriented Distant Trains release, though if you’ve been following my various compilation and split release material of late you are probably aware of these ascendant tendencies. Oddly enough, this release leapfrogs Explortation, which has now been in-progress for several months. The cassette of Minnesota Is Uncivilized will be 90 minutes, in an edition of 12; side A will be two long droney noise pieces, and side B will be made up of microcassette recordings made at this very show, including excerpts of the performances themselves. Will post here when they’re done.

EDIT: The two guys with the gong were Swine Wave. A video of them was added to the set later.

Finally got some covers in the mail, which means I can now offer you one of my five remaining copies (of 50 total made) of this awesome two-tape, two-hour, eight-artist collection of noise awesomeness compiled by Igloo Martian himself. Excellent material all around by no less heavy hitters than The Man From Ultra, The Noisettes, Igloo Martian, Stirner, Zreen Toyz, Subversive Intentions, and Elizabeth Veldon… and yes, Distant Trains too, although I don’t know how on earth I deserved a spot alongside such badass noisers as these. Much recommended! See here for details.

Lo-fi sci-fi. Wacked-out home-recorded instrumental space-rock. This thing is rockin’ my work day today like mutha. Spacey synthesizers and effects on a foundation of keep-it-simple riffs. Ominous and goofy and groovy all at once. Download has PDF booklet and bonus tracks including a “blooper reel” and remixes.

Troika is the soundtrack for a story of three Soviet comrades stationed at a radio observation post in a remote part of the Irkutsk Oblast region during the early 1970’s. During one of the Soyuz missions, something goes awry….

A fitting liner note indeed. buzzing and blurting no-input mixer and possible analog electronics evoke the sounds of old radio equipment. Fragments of speech and numbers seemingly spoken over short-wave in multiple languages. Even if you factor out the siren in track 3 Don totally nails the Cold War/Space Race vibe here.

And here even more Navonski on Soundcloud: