EHI ‘heritage gallery’-FDR-CDR-BW artwork /Now please don’t get me started on power electronics again. The genre’s been corrupted by tons of shit made by tons of uninspired (and of course distorted) push-buttons trying to advocate for their crappy political ‘opinions’ with their crappy self-called music (now give me a minute to wash my hands after writing this, I don’t want them to infest me with that lame nazi horror they call their ‘opinions’). Right, but I suppose this is not MY fault is it. The words ‘noise ambient’ became a synonym for hours of very loud boredom and you can’t sleep in front of it because it’s just sooo loud and you’d like to cause it’s sooo boring. Right again but should you really blame ME for that? So what? Clichés? You mean them sampled vocals (from every kind of adult-rated films), them sound collages Nurse With Wound would have thought clichéd in 1985, the omnipresent white noise and these various feedbacks, buzz and hisses that always seem to come from the same broken amplifier and then processed through them higher-than-0db-dynamics compressors? So why don’t we talk about clichés in electronica? You know all this thinking you’re talented because you don’t answer your emails and speak only with monosyllables and own the biggest arty-farty G5 and the biggest arty-wanky 78” monitor and are full of contempt and make the most unoriginal form of commercial techno but you’re using pops and clicks instead of drums so you call it avant-garde art and all? I warned you: don’t get me started on power electronics. Okay so if I want to review a pure power electronics/noise ambient record here, I guess I’m allowed to ain’t I? Because I liked this one. Good heavy atmospheres, you can listen to the tracks twice without instantly yawning, and there’s a refreshing humour as well (is that guy talking in a very tired voice about how he should make a split tape only self-derision?). And this one-person label’s got a catalogue that’s well over 100 references including much more acoustic soundscapes and tons of splits/collaborations! Now that’s what I call an active independent label! This record’s too long, you say? Of course it is, but would an issue of this be the same without someone not saying ONCE some record is too long? /Brian Noring 1258 E. 25th street, Des Moines, IA 50317 – USA or mailto:bnoring_at_webtv.net Eric Alexandrakis ‘IV catatonia’ – Y&T MUSIC – CD – pro crystal package /Pictures on the sleeve instantly reminded me of the Twin Peaks Hospital. That was a good start. Eric’s ‘Selenium, vitamin E, beta carotene, B-12, vitamin C, cat’s claw and multivitamin + mineral supplement’ is one of the only tracks featured in the Noise Research Program that wasn’t made on purpose (though it may seem it was) but taken from an existing release. Here’s the record. Minimal pop tablets, ambient IV shots, a dose of lofi electronics + weird humor make the thing a good one, sounding like a Beck who’d have recovered a creative spirit, a Lou Barlow back in his kitchen 10 years ago or a Jay Mascis who’d forget being Mr. Jay Mascis for a while (in fact, he *did* lately). AND despite its length, the album’s never boring: 22 (!) good pills of non-conformism. /http://www.ericalexandrakis.com or Y&T music 6705 SW 147th court MIAMI Fl 33193 USA Eric Alexandrakis–‘Here comes the snow’–Y&T Music-3” CDR-Jewel box w/color sleeve /A splendid mini CDR in a cute tiny jewel box, containing 3 tiny cutie songs in the vein of Mr Eric’s ‘IV Catatonia’ (see EMPTY#0). Who’d ask for more as a Christmas present? I certainly won’t! /http://www.ericalexandrakis.com or 6705 SW 147th Court MIAMI FL 33193 USA Exterminatingangels’>001’-autoproduction-CDR-BW Xeroxed artwork /There are still new wild places to discover in the gaps between digital noise and analogue industrial. This is like one long soundtrack for some weird SF movie in black and white (but using the latest digital effects) and it gives it a truly special feeling. The movie probably was too long (you knew that) so the music behind it is, too, but I saw many a too long good movie. Starts in a Buddhist monastery, ends up in some sort of factory. In between you travelled through forests at night, waiting for digital leprechauns to go for a walk so you could rob their electronic treasures, saw spaceships trying to blow your ears out with the noises of their reactors, heard aliens in the distance, chatting over the way they should dress your meat for dinner, and felt Mr Masami Akita was there all the time without ever seeing nor hearing him. You’ve been to places no one has ever seen before and when you open up your eyes again, everything seems different (but that’s because someone put 150 mg ketamin in your soda, that is). /mailto:extermangels_at_aol.com see at http://membres.tripod.fr/exterminatingangels |
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