American Tapes, C-60
2008, VBR, 39MB
Can't find a review. More American Tapes style fucked up jazz.
Kinda quiet, tense, sober but still freaky…morse code from another dimension. Vague and then done.
- Cassette Gods
this tape delivers that aggressive sound that ppl have practically been begging Graveyards for since they formed. Graveyards records are typically shadowy affairs, and they never overwhelm in the way that we'd expect from their lineup. Not that this is a bad thing, it just something I've heard frequently when Graveyards come up. So here, enjoy the room filling sounds you've been pining for...
- Follow Eye
A stripped down Graveyards in full-frontal drums/sax duo oblivion mode. Some of Olson's most pyrotechnic re-thinks of the post-AACM stream of instant thought pared with some emphatically opaque drum terror from Ben Hall.
- Volcanic Tongue
"This is a two-track (obviously) CD-R culled from a couple of live performances, and has to be the absolute peak of the trio's obsession with slow-paced, vacant, tense, silence-driven sparring sessions to date. At least the first eight minutes of "Can I Take Medications If I Am Straight Edge?" are dedicated to near-nothingless, with Buetow's shrill bowing and Hall's cymbal shaving only occasionally cutting through the hiss of the recording device. Slowly but surely the gears start moving and all three move in step for brief glimmers, relaxing back into their chairs as soon as you think something's about to erupt. They played with this trick a few times when I saw them before giving in to the urge and playing it balls-to-the-wall fire music rampage style, but the payoff never really comes here. Instead they stick to quick sprints throughout the near 25-minutes, weaving tension and release in and out of the other too quickly to ever really feel one emotion over the other. "Tales from the Unhealer" is a sludgier sound and the trio sound more on edge, opting for louder, more rambunctious moves than the previous session allowed. In fact, they spend a good bunch of the minutes here firing on all cyllinders, with only brief pauses to regroup before charging headfirst once again. It's actually two pieces in one, as applause breaks the set up halfway through the 20-minute track and they have another go, with Olson spewing ear-splitting sax noise to Buetow's groans, only to be joined by Hall in a final send-off which sees the three approaching the ecstatic, brash, Last Exit vernacular they sometimes so conscienciously avoid. The impact would've been all the more greater if the quality was better, but what're you gonna do."
- Outer Space Gamelan
"American gothic free jazz from the always spine-thrilling Graveyards trio Funereal dooms of percussion, slow tongues of rusty lung and rough-ass rope burns combine in a mud-caked processional straight through the darkest aspects of old American topography. Highly recommended."
- Volcanic Tongue
HEY, I CAN'T FIND A DECENT COVER SCAN FOR THIS.
CAN ANYONE HELP ME OUT?
"During December of 1979 in Cincinnati, eleven people were killed in a mass panic prior to seeing The Who at the Coliseum. Twenty-eight years later, Wasteland Jazz Unit resurrect that trepidation with scathing, soaked and blistering free-jazz aural assaults. Mutilating ear drums and minds alike.
Side B finds Concrete Arteries (Jon Lockhart [ex-To-Night Golden Curls, Kvlt Of Unicron]) violating listeners with his hazed creeper jams. Savage vocals from the Gem City. Dying beats drowning in the ghosts of the 1913 flood, this is the Dayton sound you've been warned about."
- Community College
Can't find a review. CARDBOARD SAX is Holly (Uneven Universe), Dan (Uneven Universe, Haunted Castles, Body Morph), and Olson (Wolf Eyes, Graveyards, Dead Machines) on saxs and electronics.
P.S. Go and grab the Wasteland Jazz Unit/Eagle Nebula split over at Noise Not Music. Killer release and a killer blog.