Earn, "She Could Only Remember"
Snaggled-drone unit Earn is a solo project of Houston's Matthew Sullivan, who also records under the name Privy Seals and has his paws in a slew of outfits, including Deep Jew
and Vague Apology. As Earn, he's all up on the "disturbing ambient with interruptions" tip, presenting a rougher take on what fellow H-town noiser Swanshit has to offer. Debut EP Down The Well
(Monorail Trespassing) scans as a melange of Animal Hospital's orchestral drift, any number of Merck Records
artists, and the blurry-sunspot organ blare endemic to James Ferraro (of Skaters infamy) and Ducktails.
"She Could Only Remember" was FNN's personal fave from Well
, probably because it just struck us as really grimy: bloodshot, machine-tooled scrapes looped unevenly, shortwave-y crackle hissing through cracks, chopped-up blare - just a profoundly uncomfortable, trapped-in-a-sewer-pipe-while-life-rolls-merrily-along-above vibe happening, here. Listening to this while fighting off a hangover might prove fatal.
Black Pus, "Beat A Path Up Pattern Mountain"
Pinching in as part of the Boredoms 77 Boadrum extravaganza two years back. Performing on Icelandic pixie Bjork's Volta
, and touring that album with her traveling, outre/avant carnival. Drawing scads of eye-strainingly detailed comics that can be as short as a few pages or hundreds of pages long. Redefining two-man noise-rock as half of Lightning Bolt. Unleashing plutonium-dense pebble sprays with Mindflayer. Yeah, that Brian Chippendale sure is a crazy motherfucker - and we haven't even started in on the Rhode Island drummer's Black Pus project yet.
As Black Pus, Chippendale boiled the Lightning Bolt noise-metal aesthetic - gnarly instrumental displays of virtuosity at breakneck speed, with cracked Muppet vocals - down to gnashing, crashing malaise, a smoggy, diseased smear of manic keybs and drumkit psychosis that suggested an Arkham Asylum house punk band. This was - and remains - a fuck of a lot of fun to behold.
By last year's Black Pus 4: All Aboard The Magic Pus
, he'd simmered down a bit, becoming a mite more concerned with song structure and discerable vocals. But Black Pus 0: Ultimate Beat-Off
(Diareaharama) represents something totally different: pure, unadulterated drum-clinic bug-out, oh-so-lightly garnished with toxic guitars and synths. Given all the references to "Frenzy" scattered among the colorful, jumbled sprawl of the Chippendale-doddled liners - always a treat, for reals - and knowing that Frenzy was an improvisational album Lightning Bolt worked on then set aside between 2003's Wonderful Rainbow
and 2005's Hypermagic Mountain
, it stands to reason that Black Pus 0 consists of treated versions of tapes from those sessions.
Don't feel shortchanged, feel empowered; this is primo stuff right here, particularly "Beat A Path," with its zillions of dueling drum rolls, cymbal provocations, quick and dirty patters, screams whipped into and out of black holes, monsoon-quality runs, and gusts of guitar napalm that sometimes fail to register given all the fancy stickwork. (Avant geeks: this ain't no Chris Corsano disc, though we heart him, too.)
This goes on for about 17 tumultuous minutes - God only knows how skins were busted during the recording process, how many parts layered on top of one another - and one can come away with the sense that Chippendale was channeling his fury into opening a fissure in the ground beneath him or a wormhole into another dimension.
If you're bored, you don't have the volume up high enough.
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