Showing posts with label sludge. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sludge. Show all posts

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Boris - Akuma No Ute (2003)



Boris' Akuma no Uta not only continues on from the heavy rocking of Heavy Rocks but also incorporates some of the other genres the band has played with before. It sort of sets the stage for 2005's Pink. The cover is a tribute to Nick Drake' Bryter Layter.

Easily identifiable by its rather clever, Nick Drake/Bryter Layter-inspired cover art, Boris' Akuma No Uta and label mates in many ways offers a back-to-front cross-section of the Japanese trio's entire career, in all of its many stylistic varieties. Both the nine-minute, molten lava introduction and the closing title track delve in ambient drone tendencies (reminiscent of Earth and label mates Sunn 0)))), while a pair of comparatively brief submissions -- "Ibitsu" and "Furi" -- offer succinct, rudely distorted acid garage psych (think the Stooges, only cruder and heavier, or Spine of God-era Monster Magnet, but more energetic). As for the mid-album piece de resistance, "Naki Kyoku," it takes all of 12 minutes to carry out a gradual crescendo: from its mildly psychedelic, oddly "Freebird"-esque beginnings, through an extended mid-section offsetting equal parts guitar soloing and vocal chanting with fluid bass twiddling over ambient space rock sound effects, before finally arriving at a suitably shuddering sonic earthquake with its feedback-laced finale that's fit to level Tokyo. Standing out negatively amid all of this is the loose and unfocused, mid-paced jam number "Ano Onna No Onryou," which comes off both overlong and uninspired by comparison. Still, five winners out of six attempts is nothing to wrinkle your nose at, making Akuma No Uta almost guaranteed to please both longtime Boris aficionados and newcomers looking to sample a good summary of their talents.
-- Eduardo Rivadavia, allmusic

what happens when the numbers run out nicolas cage?

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Black Flag - My War


Henry, your stand up and spoken word fucking suck. Sorry man. You also can't hold a candle to Chavo (of Puerto Rican descent!) when it comes to Black Flag singers. Too bad he lost his mind and is now a born again Christian. 

Anyway,  you will get my props for having the guts to play this muddy, sludgy, Sabbathy, slow as shit noise in front of a bunch of punk kids all while getting cigarettes, spit, and piss thrown at you.

Ginn's guitar playing is as atonal as ever and the 3 song barrage of Nothing Left Inside, Three Nights, and Scream is some of the most intense shit Black Flag ever did.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Flipper - Sex Bomb Baby (1988)


Abe already posted these guys' classic album "Generic Flipper", so go check that one out now! Here's another classic from these San Francisco punks. It contains singles, b-sides, and compilation tracks from 1979-1982. THIS is punk rock at it's finest.

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Flipper - Album - Generic Flipper


Who better to tell us how fucked up life is than a bunch of junkies? Flipper were done with the speed and energy of the original punk bands. Like a heroin high they wanted their sound to be slowwww, and The Melvins, My War era Black Flag, Nirvana, ext.... all thank them for it. 

Guitarist Ted Falconi barely plays a normal chord in the entire album. Most of it is just noisy feedback over Bruce Loose/Will Shatter's repetitive, fuzzed-out bass lines, and Steve DePace's slow drum rhythms. The sound is the perfect backdrop for their extremely bleak and hopeless yet honest lyrics.

Sex Bomb is probably the most famous song here and for the most part it's Loose screaming "Sex bomb baby, yeah!" over a fuzzy bassline, a saxophone, and noisy guitars for 7 minutes. It's enjoyable as fuck, but the true highlight here is "Life is Cheap". Musically it's similar to the others but Loose applies a harmonizing effect on his voice so it sounds as if two people were singing the song, a normal voice and screechy high pitched rat. It's such a bleak sound. He compliments it with lyrics like these:

"People cling to things to make to make their lives seem real
Crawling like bugs at some fool leader’s heels
Boasting of freedom when they’re tied down with chains
It’s time to give it up. here comes the death rain."

One of my favorite songs ever.

Flipper Still Rules OK!