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The Inner Space: Can When They Were Simply Scrap Metal

agilok_blubbo The Inner Space: Can When They Were Simply Scrap Metal

I’ve spent some of my downtime over this holiday weekend to start recording some of my vinyl onto Buhbee (the pet name for my Macbook), including this amazing, hard-to-find record (pressed on 180 gram!) Lana scooped up from ear X-tacy for my birthday a few months ago.

The freeform collective The Inner Space consisted of, but wasn’t limited to, West Germans Holger Czukay, Irmin Schmidt, Michael Karoli, Jaki Liebezeit, and American Malcolm Mooney. These gentlemen would, only a few months after recording the score to underground German film Agilok & Blubbo, form “The Can,” later to be known simply as Can. And everyone except for Mooney remained in the group until their split in 1979.

The Inner Space, as described in the soundtrack’s original liner notes (which were translated quite hastily):

“The Inner Space group is made up of specialised instrumentalists and excellent sound-engineers, led by the composer. Irmin Schmidt feels at home in all kinds of musical generes, electronics, aleatronics [sic?], classical, jazz and beat are all of equal interest to him. His point of view is that ‘music has to be good, everything else is the people’s choice.’ For the first time in German film history, there is a complete soundtrack of underground music. For the first time, there are electronics with a beat, or the other way around.”

Both Schmidt, the de facto conductor, and Czukay were music academics, so it’s understandable why soundtrack work would be appealing (notwithstanding the fact that Can would release albums with titles like Soundtracks and Monster Movie). And yet, it’s interesting to think that what they actually brewed with this prototype Can was decidedly punk – mostly sloppy, organic, splattered, vaguely psychedelic rock. At times, what The Inner Space did paralleled the sound of what The Velvet Underground was doing at that time in 1968 – a juxtaposition of delicate melody and abrasive noise, from half a world away and without any awareness of each other (as the krautrockers were an insular bunch). Both approaches come out to play on “Kamerasong.”

The Inner Space’s Agilok & Blubbo is certainly a creature of its own – an odd mix of rough and tumble fuzz guitar, embryonic garage space rock, dissonance, and a shit-ton of flute and didgeridoo. However, you can hear where the sonic palette of Can begins to take root in “Flop Pop” – precise rhythm, fluid bass, fluttering freak-outs, and that paradoxical, seamless mash-up of the extremely calculated with the loosey goosey. This is a fascinating listen.

I can’t speak for the movie Agilok & Blubbo itself, as I’ve not seen it and little is written about the film. But I understand it’s a sort of abstract political narrative, and the excellent boobage on the cover suggests there’s probably lots of free love to be had as well. The soundtrack evokes the idea that it’s probably an engrossing headfuck. Take a read of Julian Cope’s review at Head Heritage for more thoughts and some additional frames of reference.

This is absolutely necessary for any serious Can fan’s collection (known as Der Kanfan in German). If you like what you hear below, go visit Wah Wah. As an aside, folklore tells of Can’s ability to focus their energy so acutely during live shows that some audience members would vomit. Anybody have more info on this? Thought I’d ask while I have you around.

MP3 :::
The Inner Space – Flop Pop
The Inner Space – Kamerasong

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Niao Plays Your Campfire Songs

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Like BCE and CE, there are two distinct timelines for discussing Animal Collective. For the sake of shorthand, I will herein refer to these periods as the BF epoch (before Feels) and the AF (after Feels), with Feels being the Christ period. While the AF epoch emphasized vocal harmonies and booty bass (not to mention zealous internet hype, which was not necessarily undeserved), BF was brilliant, disjointed freak folk. If you miss that sound, Niao might help you out with their latest bucolic experimental jaunt Clenched Fist.

I had a feeling I would really enjoy this EP, considering the cover featured a sweet UFO and the press release was pointed, straightforward, and devoid of hyperbolic hype. It literally read “pentatonic blues runs on the keyboard, hypnotic rhythms and melodies accompanied by toms… no words, only drones and simple syllables like ‘ey ah oo wah’.” Well, alright, count me in.

The trio does indeed deliver the goods – sparse arrangements, thick tribal dissonance, and a sinister vibe. These are campfire songs for the possibly possessed. Great stuff. Czech out Sailing Records for more info and to grip Clenched Fist.

For fans of:  Blues Control, early Animal Collective, Black Dice

MP3 :::
Niao – Untitled Six

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Sir Richard Bishop and Oaxacan – Swan Dive, Louisville – 6.24.09

 Sir Richard Bishop and Oaxacan - Swan Dive, Louisville - 6.24.09

I’d like to be candid with you all before beginning this review of last night’s Sir Richard Bishop performance, saying that what I’m providing you right now is a piss poor concert review. It’s entirely possible that I might spend the majority of this review discussing how goddamn hot it was instead of the actual music that was performed. But that was the reality of the situation – it was practically impossible to bring you all any quality photos and videos since well over a hundred people were packed into the basement of the Swan Dive, there was no stage, and it was about 110 degrees Fahrenheit in the room. Trying to make it to the front was like standing in the entrance to the mouth of hell (and some Oaxacan songs could provide the soundtrack for that). I mean, I do… I like you guys. But I don’t volunerably-standing-in-the-burning-depths-of-a-boiler-room like you. No offense, dude.

At this point, it’s also worth mentioning that I have to plug The Kin Ship gallery. Based on the type of event they were promoting their current exhibit at and the design of the flier, I can assume this is a pretty cool art gallery. However, I’m mainly plugging them because they were a life saver last night. That flier became a makeshift fan that I’ve never been more thankful for having. Thank you, Kin Ship.

Now, on top of my inability to properly cover this show, I missed the legendary, reclusive local freak folk collective Sapat’s opening set. So I can’t even give you an account of how awesome that probably was. We did, however, make it in time for the beginning of Oaxacan’s set. And holy smokes.

It’s very clear why Richie B invited Oaxacan on his tour. Not only were they a perfect example of an incredibly talented, compositionally tight, blisteringly intense noise band (almost in the vein of Lightning Bolt), Oaxacan exhibited a very strong traditional Middle Eastern influence. While they carried the instruments of a rock band (drums, bass, guitar, samplers), Oaxacan sounded like a crazed, futuristic, Persian prog collective. Amy Friebertshauser used her voice, manipulated through samplers, to sound like a cross between incendiary lute riffs and deranged yodeling, cutting through the layered percussion and guitar textures like poisonous tentacles. The 45-minute opening set, with encore, provided a great sondtrack to a Mad Maxian desert documentary… or perhaps the current unrest in Tehran. I was delightfully shocked and emotionally spent after Oaxacan’s set. New fav band alert.
(Oaxacan on MySpazz)

Here are two samples of the exorcism that took place. The second video prominently features the dome of one Matt Minter (ex-Hair Police). We run a professional ship here at The Decibel Tolls, replete with videos of the backs of people’s heads.

Like clockwork, after Oaxacan fizzled out with a soft crash tap, crazy ol’ Richard strolled through and began to set up. Oaxacan did double duty as his backing band, and it was basically like seeing an entirely different band perform. I was impressed… again.

The knighted one ripped right into selections off of The Freak of Araby, using electric guitar as his new divining rod of choice. The former Sun City Girl again, as with his acoustic show I saw opening for Animal Collective, showcased an unreal musical prowess and exploration across vast lands of the Ottoman Empire. As mentioned, it was too hot to even attempt to see the Freak of Araby Ensemble, so this was my view for most of the show:

 Sir Richard Bishop and Oaxacan - Swan Dive, Louisville - 6.24.09

So Lana and I found the “awesome zone,” the area of the bar in line-of-sight of the basement’s sole AC unit. We camped out there, drank La Fin Du Mond, and enjoyed the acoustics of Bishop’s live renderings. We really had no intention of leaving this spot. Even if we did make it to the front, there isn’t much to see with Richard Bishop. Without visuals or the like, Bishop’s show consists of a longhair noodling on guitar, probably in a sitting position. This, of course, would be the perfect ambiance for a campfire or intimate outdoor performance, but due to the sweltering conditions inside, it was hard to keep attentive. The music was excellent, but the setting was wrong, I believe. Swan Dive is certainly an awesome locale, but it was a small, narrow space with no stage and a lot of people crammed in the front – all of which happened on an evening in the middle of a very nasty heat wave here in Louisville.

My final thoughts on the show, as if I didn’t already drive this point home – despite Bishop’s mastery of guitar technique and international fusion, Oaxacan kinda stole the night. They were simply amazing.

POSSIBLY RELATED :::
Sir Richard Bishop The Freak of Araby Review

MP3 :::
Oaxacan – Tokyo Lazrs
Sir Richard Bishop – Sidi Mansour

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Bibio – Ambivalence Avenue

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Only a few years into his career, understated folk alchemist Stephen Wilkinson aka Bibio already has three stellar full-lengths under his belt. That’s a tall order to add on, especially considering the most recent one dropped a couple months ago, but I guess Wilkinson doesn’t sleep, because his next installment is already prepped to go. In hindsight, you could look at this spring’s Vignetting the Compost as the final word a trilogy of albums, because having perfected his blend of folk, ambient electronica, and other lush antiquities into a seemingly effortless recipe, Wilkinson makes a crossover bid towards synthetic wilderness on Ambivalence Avenue.

This debut for Warp Records (where Wilkinson can now release music beside his heroes the Boards of Canada), is built around the same aesthetics of past albums, but then chopped and chewed into both awe struck and knee-jerked forms of electronica, glitch-hop, folk/funk, and straight dance. He is not afraid to flex his production skills like on the Dilla/Prefuse inspired “Fire Ant”, which marries his love of IDM and ambient nostalgia into a seriously soulful crowd-pleaser. If anyone picked up Bibio’s remix of Wax Stag’s “Folk Rock”, you have a pretty good idea of what the up-tempo segments of this album will sound like.

But then again it wouldn’t really be a Bibio release without some textural ADD, and there are a few interjections of his singer-songwriter persona throughout, like the frail warble of “The Palm of Your Wave”. Individually, these songs are all evidence of a high point in Wilkinson’s adventurous output, but when you put them side to side it’s difficult to imagine a similar creator, with a few exceptions. “Cry! Baby!” makes a strong case that Wilkinson has a concrete vision for integrating his folk arraignments into an IDM platform. Of course, with the title Ambivalence Avenue, it’s obvious that this album was intended to be an exploration of the contrasts and compliments of these disparate genres.

Other points of interest include the howling lo-fi banger “Jealous of Roses” that sounds like the alumni of an Ariel Pink-run class on funk classics, and “S’Vive” which if it had only come out a few months earlier could’ve been a contender for the now-announced Warp20 tracklisting, boasting a euphoric Hudson Mohawke-esque spindle of glitchy drums and tweaked vocal snippets.

We’ve been a believer in Bibio for a long time now and we haven’t had to eat our words yet. This LP isn’t as conceptually dense as Fi or Hand Cranked, but basically, your car’s stereo is fiendin’ for this album, and even the pop-oriented segments can’t escape being colored by Wilkinson’s warm psychedelic leanings.

Ambivalence Avenue is out June 22nd on Warp Records.

Oh, and just for kicks/reference, here’s a vid of Bibio dusting off his MPC back in 2007 under his Duckular project:

MPC chopping

MP3 :::
Bibio – Fire Ant
Bibio – Cry! Baby!

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A Tasty Treat from the Animal Crack Box

 A Tasty Treat from the Animal Crack Box

The long awaited box set of early performances/demos of Animal Collective, spanning roughly 2000 to 2003, recently became available in limited quantities… and said quantities are all gone. Not sure if Catsup Plate is planning on a wider distribution, but Hansen was fortunate enough to grip a copy. Fans of Sung Tongs and before will be absolutely delighted with the sound quality and inclusion of unfamiliar tracks, especially if you were disappointed with Merriweather Post Pavilion (as many of this blog’s readers were, I believe).

That reminds me, if you loved pop-friendly Merriweather Post Pavilion, there’s a good chance you might hate Animal Crack Box. Animal Collective started as a noise and Holy Modal Rounders-style folk band that used to shred hard with C Spencer Yeh and his crew. And now they’re kickin’ it with Letterman! They grew up so fast…  But yeah, I love the older stuff, so Animal Crack Box is Christmas come early for me.

Below is a small selection of some of my favorites from the box set with the corresponding liner notes:
“Hey Friend” – recorded live to MiniDisc winter early 2001 at 67 Atlantic Ave, Brooklyn by Avey/Panda
“Covered in Frogs” – recorded live to MiniDisc sometime and somewhere in 2003 (recording details are lost) by Avey/Panda
“Jimmy Raven” – recorded live to MiniDisc 18 September 2000 at the Cooler, NYC by Avey/Panda

MP3 :::
Animal Collective – Hey Friend
Animal Collective – Covered in Frogs
Animal Collective – Jimmy Raven

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Making Post Rock Cool Again

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The two music communities most directly responsible for the American post-rock movement are, without much argument, Chicago and Louisville. Since I used to live in the former and currently live in the latter, I suppose I have a natural inclination toward what we know as post rock. In its heyday, post rock was the dominant form of any experimental rock in the indie world, which has since been replaced with the New Weird America dudes. I like both movements myself, but I’m glad to see post rock is making a comeback (particularly since Mogwai’s latter output hasn’t been cutting the mustard). To that end, it’s good to know we have a guy like Bruce Adams, co-founder of Kranky who now runs a new, very art-centric label called Flingco Sound. Of course it’s out of Chicago, and of course the roster is really good (albeit modest right now).

Interbellum is one of these offerings. Hey, remember Rachel’s? Remember how they ruled? Yeah, me too. Interbellum, the project of jazz drummer Brendan Burke, reproduces that exact sunshine through the covers feel wherein minimal stringed instrumentation is utilized to a massive effect. Sparse electronic flourishes and field recordings evoke GYBE and Set Fire to Flames, but with a more cinematic slant. If hopeful chamber noir isn’t a genre yet, let’s make it for Interbellum. The two tracks below can be found on Over All of Spain the Sky is Clear.

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Haptic is another group of Windy City weirdo rippers, and man, I like “Patience Worth.”  So don’t look so glum, chums!

Sure, this sort of ambient approach isn’t for everyone, but if aquatic blips and fuzzy, Basinski-style tape loops pique your interest, make no haste in mashing play on the song. Sparse percussion and flapping static make a great soundtrack for flight. I’m pipping this track in on my next parasailing excursion (dude, I’m not kidding).

There are a couple of other artists on the FSS label worth czeching out, and I would encourage you to do so. Between these offerings and massive groups such as Flowers of Hell, post-rock is coming back for more. And I’m excited.

MP3 :::
Interbellum – Gran Canaria
Interbellum – 6EQUJ5
Haptic – Patience Worth

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WFMU’s People Like Us and Their Futuristic View of the Atomic Age

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I don’t toss around the word “brilliant” too often. I recently rediscovered visual and sound collage demon People Like Us, and it’s absolutely brilliant. I find old film reels, archaic educational videos, public domain images, technology that was supposed to change our lives but didn’t, and general oddities of American industry terrifically intriguing. People Like Us, the A/V project of Viki Bennett, combines all these images with a Raymond Scott-esque audio pastiche.

People Like Us do tour and perform installations occasionally, and I had the pleasure of seeing them back in, I think, 2004 when they came to my school. Their live show is, in essence, a live VJing of these images and sounds. I saw it sober, but I wish I was stoned. And of course, People Like Us is associated with the mighty, avant-retard WFMU. Unfortunately, Viki’s show Do or DIY is not on the current schedule (though she fills in every now and again).

Below are some of my favorite videos. The first is 2003’s The Remote Controller, which features “found footage sourced from educational films to explore the way human body and machine interface in the 20th century.” The second film, “Resemblage,” features a lot of the images I saw at the live show. The last is 2005’s Story Without End, extracted from “a public domain film of the same name made in 1950 about the development of microwave radio transmission and the transistor.”

UbuWeb hosts these videos, and I encourage you to visit them. The site compiles a variety of audio and video from “outsider” artists, and it’s incredibly awesome.


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New Super Furry Animals Release Set to Drop

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Prolific psych popsters Super Furry Animals will release their ninth studio album, Dark Days/Light Years, on March 16th via digital download on the band’s website.  Details on the forthcoming slab have been scarce but the latest is that it will feature a guest vocal from Franz Ferdinand’s Nick McCarthy [Editor's Note: boooooooooo!] and include 12 tracks including one named “The Very Best of Neil Diamond.”  Fans of “Cracklin’ Rose” are likely to be disappointed if SFA’s latest is anything like its past paeans.

superfurryanimals New Super Furry Animals Release Set to DropThe band’s last go-round was nearly two years ago with 2007’s Hey Venus! and frontman Gruff Rhys has more recently been busy with Neon Neon, his side project with Cincy native, Boom Bip [Editor's Note: yay!].  Yet another of the megabands spawned out of Creation Records’ heyday, Alan McGee plucked SFA for the label back in ‘95 and soon released Fuzzy Logic to critical acclaim.  Reviewers frequently lumped them in with Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci as the torchbearers of “Welsh rock” in yet another example of why overeager attempts at categorization are often ill-advised in hindsight.

I like to now and then check out McGee’s blog over at the UK Guardian to see what the old Creation boss is listening to these days. With his keen A&R ear and provocative posts like, “Animal Collective: The New Hall & Oates?” (which predictably generated more flames than Mrs. O’Leary’s cow), he’s always a fun read. In reminiscing about his discovery of SFA, he claims that the band was intended to be the “Blur to my Oasis” referring to the top of the Brit-pop rivalry between the two bands.

Of course SFA never succumbed to the ridiculous swagger (although Mogwai couldn’t resist slagging Blur as “shite”) but has been quietly consistent and understated to the point of turning down millions from Coca Cola for the use of “Hello Sunshine” in its ads. McGee points to the band as woefully underrated but, as Carles at Hipster Runoff would say, “don’t yall h8 it when mainstreamers discover ur fave alt band?”

Hey Venus! was the band’s first of three contractual releases on Rough Trade. Response was overwhelmingly muted from fans unaccustomed to such a conventional album from a band known to twist Steely Dan samples pretzel-like into something like “The Man Don’t Give a Fuck.” Still, the album features some of their catchiest work to date including tracks like “Run-Away” which conjures up Beach Boys harmonies and a Ronettes backbeat.

The superficial reviews often compared the album to Fuzzy Logic though the two sound entirely different to me. There’s a span of over 10 years between the two releases and the nuance and maturity of Hey Venus! is apparent after repeated listens. While SFA’s albums in between have featured a daring willingness to experiment, their most recent release shows a restraint which says ‘yeah we can go there, but we won’t.’

Rhys has claimed that Hey Venus! was intended to be a “loud” album and that most of the more eclectic tracks were made part of his solo album, Candylion. There are even odds as to whether Dark Days/Light Years marks a natural progression or embarks on something entirely different. I’m sure Alan McGee is waiting with bated breath and hoping the next release transforms our planet into a “Super Furry” one.

After eight solid efforts over more than a decade it’s hard to know what would break the band into the bigtime alt rock world of, say, Miley Cyrus’ latest crush, Radiohead. “Hello Sunshine” was already floated on an episode of The OC and Zach Braff doesn’t have anything currently in production. But ask Thom Yorke what he thinks of being the new tween sensation and maybe superstardom doesn’t look all that appealing.

MP3 :::
Super Furry Animals – Run Away
Super Furry Animals – The Man Don’t Give a Fuck

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Locrian is Perfect for a Sunn O)))-ny Day

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I had an opportunity to sit down with the latest release from Chicago drone duo, Locrian, but hadn’t packed my bag for the transcendental journey on which this slab of sound sent me. Drenched Lands is 6 tracks clocking in at just over an hour and thick with layers of droning synth and strings. Despite the traditional association of the locrian mode with metal, Locrian is surprisingly easy on the ears, bringing in a slow tide which eventually crescendos into a powerful swell. There’s a raw fury lurking underneath the glassy smooth sea giving you one hell of a ride without ever smashing you onto the rocks.

The opening track features a repetitive Slint-like riff backed by subterranean synth which leads seamlessly into the pulsating “Ghost Repeater.” Closing my eyes I saw Kurt Russell on the barren ice in John Carpenter’s The Thing. This is the modern-day counterpart to Morricone’s masterful score of one of the creepiest films of the last half century. Drenched Lands indeed conjures up desolate post-industrial landscapes teeming with hidden peril.

“Obsolete Elegy in Cast Concrete” punctuates the mood pieces with stabbing guitar attacks and distant howls building frantically to a reprise of the album’s melodic opening. The alternating dissonance and consonance pushes you right to the edge of discomfort before lulling you back into the fold. The 30 minute epic final track, “Greyfield Shrines”, brings the storm to shore with an unyielding torrent of feedback and noise which eventually relents so you can breathe again.

I’m not a fan of unbridled noise which feels a bit too much like each musician is off on his own personal journey. But Locrian imposes an order on the chaos and the result is a surprisingly mature effort which feels a lot more dangerous than it is. Drenched Lands is a harrowing thrill ride down a dark, remote highway but there’s no risk here of running off the road.

MP3 :::
Locrian – Epicedium
Locrian – Obsolete Elegy in Cast Concrete

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Navigating the Dead C

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One of the best compliments you can receive as a musician is the notion of irritating music writers.  The Dead C has always been one of the most difficult groups to describe.  Like many psych rippers and no wavers, much of the Dead C’s repertoire specializes in noise and structure breakdown.  But simply labeling it as noise is shortsighted, as the Dead C operates as more of an improv group.  There’s always been “structure,” more or less, and if you listen closely, the Dead C often comes across as a damaged Spacemen 3, Space Needle, or other fuzz-heavy, post-punk-informed groups with the word “space” somewhere.  There are solid songs throughout, always head warping, and always fed through multiple demonic filters to cultivate that otherworldly presence. Continue reading ‘Navigating the Dead C’

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