What For? feels like an urban record, a record that communicates at street level; replicating conversations in bars, shops or plazas.
And this deluxe reissue of their first record, Drastic Measures, Drastic Movement still has the ability to shock, annoy, and surprise.
And the record is shot through with a quiet, thoughtful take on classic minimalism. Some bits - for example the ghostly Remote Outliers - are very reminiscent of Philip Glass.
In all of this, the spirits of Arthur Lee and Skip Spence are invoked at every turn.
The record starts off at a fair pace and never dips; opener Carupano Canta is a total rush and looks to plays up the metropolitan feel that recording in New York has undoubtedly added to this recording.
And there’s something about the reedy voice that does it; underpowered, outta tune, seemingly intent on making yer man from Atlas Sound sound like Rammstein.
A new Lust for Youth record! Before you wrap yourself up in your greatcoat and button up the top button of your last clean / dirty grey shirt, let me warn you; this one feels a lot more poppy.
A whole pile of records that got missed due to my MA thesis deadline. Including Hubba Bubba, Zea, Khan, Ausmuteants, Candie Hank, Perfect Pussy, Tobacco, Protomartyr, Secret Cities, Ex-Cult and Olga Bell.
Two Magpies slips and slides all over the place; check out the disorientating rhythms on the title track – it’s like an elfin, modern take on Ruth White’s Flowers of Evil.
Not only that, if Sacred Bones were really in charge of food an’ all that, they’d discover how to make proper, totally natural, no additive, pie chips and gravy meals that kept you slim.
In some ways the confusion they generate is akin to having a room full of blindfolded, hyperactive, Haribo-stuffed kids who are all trying to pin the tail on the donkey.
A review in which your CUNT of a reviewer tells you that there are only 20 of these CDs (I got #7, so just like those Big Eyed Beans from Venus, there’s a limited supply) and they’re FROM SOMEONE HE VAGUELY KNOWS....
...the music often hovers like some miasma in a churchyard; at times in tracks like ICA things get very "Pre Raph" in spirit.
Morose, slothful, bug eyed and permanently in a state of vegetation on the couch, the tracks have - nevertheless - enough soul and intelligence to warm even the most morose Eeyore in a field full of thistles.
There's something appeallingly grubby about the LP, an earthy sound that is suited to skulking round back alleys; you know, morose, a bit chippy but with a hell of a lot of front.
Homespun is almost a dirty word to use in a review but here I feel it is appropriate as the record does capture the essence of sitting about in your own manor, watching time slip by.
All over in 36 minutes too, how the FUCK did they manage to cram all of that in in such a short time?
Azmari songs are primarily aired at celebrations such as weddings, and on the whole this seems to infuse the music with a bubbly, positivist air. The lyrics can get naughty, or sound slightly surreal to Western ears, but it’s all part of the fun.
Villain doesn’t have to force her personality or her problems down your throat in an effort to show she’s trying or “solved shit” after all. This is what she’s made, and you dig it or you don’t.