December 31st, 2007 | podcast
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8: Staging For Tomorrow
Be warned, there’s some long ones in here again.
Hate In The Box stick a used needle in that metallic vein of electro/goth/industrial/IDM that I think Deathboy once tagged as “futurepunk.” I like sawing guitars, hails of tinny breaks and girls singing about bad things. And I like opening up with something with a bit of pace.
Otto DeFaye’s “Murder One” has been hypnotising me for days. The bass thumps and the fog of guitars interact in bizarre ways, and do strange things to my chest. It fascinates me, and I find myself kind of wandering around inside of it. A great squalling beauty.
“Death Machine” is in demo state — thanks, Holoscene, because I love it. I’ve liked stuff by Holoscene before, but I find the raw condition of this distant, melancholy postrock study gives it a vital human skin and pulse. Holoscene say: “If you can think of a genre for it we would be most grateful. Using the term ‘chamber music for the end of civilisation’ is both a mouthful and pretty crap!”
I always liked the term “Transcendental Etudes” — an etude, or study, being a piece of music designed to hone and express virtuosity, and the Transcendental Etudes being twelve compositions by Liszt so ferociously, brain-incineratingly difficult to perform that, it was once said, probably only a dozen people alive on the planet at any one time are qualified to even attempt to play them. Which does Holoscene no good at all, but the datum amuses me, and we’re full-service entertainment here at warrenellis.com. Where was I?
NAVEL4EVE provides “The End Of A Planet” from her last EP, a collection of crookedly pretty, sinister and timecrossed antipop songs. The strange girl in the back of the club whom you know you really shouldn’t talk to, but that voice…
Got an email from Cory Brown from Absolutely Kosher Records, saying: “We just released the debut record by a trio from San Francisco called 60 Watt Kid (the record is self-titled). I attached an MP3 of “Ocsicnarf Nas” off the record because I thought you might like it. There’s also a video here.” And then he went on to discuss the peculiarities of his balls, concluding with: “When I started writing this, I never intended to discuss my balls. Sigh. It always comes back to my balls.” Therefore I had to play this rather wonderful piece of ten-dimensional rock-n’-roll broadcast from the same kind of ether inhabited by (for example) latterday Animal Collective. I mean, I would have played it anyway. But I’m worried that if I didn’t, I’d get treated to another treatise on the supernatural aspects of Cory’s scrote.
It’s New Year in a couple of days (as I write this), so ending with a drinking song fits. I have a terrible weakness for The Poxy Boggards. I know it’s wrong, I know I shouldn’t, but… I have to. I also put this at the end because some of you may listen to this at work, or at home with aged and infirm relatives in earshot, and not everyone will be enthralled by the choral bridge. But fuck it, make them listen anyway, because, in its wrong, awful and deeply uncool way, it is absolutely fucking glorious. Happy New Year.
Hate in the Box – “eLECTRIC dOLLS” (3:05)
Otto DeFaye – “Murder One” (5:53)
Holoscene – “Death Machine” (4:04)
NAVEL4EVE – “The End Of A Planet” (3:45)
60 Watt Kid – “Ocsicnarf Nas” (8:25)
The Poxy Boggards – “Drink Til I Die” (3:40)
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