Tuesday, March 10, 2009

destruction, terror, motherfucker say what?

firstly, a bit of sad news.

birchville cat motel broke up.

here's the good news:
campbell kneale(the fellow behind BCM) is still making music, just under a differ moniker. he's now constructing soundscapes as "our love will destroy the world"(coincidentally my favorite BCM album), and has released a seven-inch("polished glass autobahn") and an LP("stillborn plague angels") already. as expected, they're awesome, and do display a break with his previous work. the seven-inch displays a sort of burbling kindness, far from the bleakness of mr. kneale's other other project, black boned angel(which was starting to seep into BCM at the end, to be honest.) the LP is a different beast filled with drones that tap directly into primal instincts, bypassing intelligent thought. walking around the supermarket and listening to it produces a incredible narrowing of goals. i can't even remember the faces of anyone else in that place, just the need to get my food, and leave. tremendously isolating and liberating, these are love songs for glaciers. both releases come highly recommended by the our city is burning staff.

two interesting interviews with the man behind all the racket can be found here, and here. they are especially helpful in understanding the reasoning behind the name change.

neko case has also released a new album("middle cyclone"). it is tremendously lovely and incredibly fierce. not content to have one of the more powerful voices around, neko incarnates herself as a metaphorical force of nature on this new album. this is the woman britney spears wishes she had the confidence to be, a man-eater, a destructive wind-storm paving the road to her love with unfortunate bodies. the opening track("this tornado loves you") is easily one of the best songs of this year, and perhaps recent memory and the rest of the album measures up. the band backing ms. case is no slouch either, providing a counterpoint to neko case's voice but never eclipsing her. the thirty minutes of frogs chirping at the end of the album is pretty fuckin' ballsy, too. this is neko case firmly in control of her considerable gifts, and again, comes highly recommended.

short reviews:
laura gibson - beasts of season: beautiful, sparse heart-rending songs from oregon. for fans of carissa's wierd, christine fellows, laura perhaps reminds me most of a rural regina spektor covered in snow with more focus.

kylesa - static tensions: i was never a huge fan of this band, but that has all changed with this album. holy fucking shit. hands-down best metal album of this year so far. fist-pumping dirty metal that never ever loses sight of the goal: destruction. maybe the closest reference points are new cave-in and old mastodon, but really, this is a new beast.

also, listen to abner jay, and the congos.

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