Friday, October 26, 2007
Sing A Song Of Sixpence.....New Releases From S-S & Tropa Macaca
So much stuff is comin through the turnstiles it's hard to keep up. Plus, most've what's been received (lately) is worth a plug & yeah I'd like to devote more time to some but this job can wear a fella down. It's like my old friend Gustauv Stein is fond of sayin "a job is a job is a bunion". And he would know too. All day long he dresses up in colonial garb & shows tourists around the historic sites, poundin them cobblestone streets in some nasty-ass Pilgrim shoes. No thanks! Shin splints, bursitis in his knees (not to mention a constant rash & prickly heat from all them silly clothes) shit, it's a wonder we ever won that war of independence! But thankfully we did & I's got this blog to prove it, so on with the show.
S-S Records has been consistent this year in pumpin out pearls for us swine to behold & this new lp from Hue Blanc's Joyless Ones is no exception. Startin off w/a track that recalls a sideways swipe at 'Midget Submarines', it ain't long before they's off 'n runnin, spillin distended rock wreckage that at times stumbles forth w/the coffee-wine bravado of Axemen, the pone-ish charm of Gibson Bros. & the extracted, Blighty skiffle of Country Teasers. They call it 'Arriere Garde' & in my ear garden it grows & grows & grows. Pink Reason has spent his fair share of time extollin their greatness to me though I just weren't listenin hard enough then. But now I have & we're BOTH right in sayin; THESE GUYS GOT IT!
Also steppin out is 2 new 7"ers. Scott Soriano might be America's greatest Francophile since Julia Child, so since I'm in the midst of preparin some Foie Gras (sous vide of course), it seem fittin that I give this Le Club des Chants ep another spin. 'Yes Madame' it's called & ain't shootin no blanks. Their neo RIO pugnacity recalls the frantic, Dadaesque charm of ('Batelages' era ) Etron Fou Leloublan as well as other Rec Rec moths that effortlessly glide around the free-form flame.
The Nothing People deliver another keeper, this time flexin muscles that ripple like a buff Donnie Jupiter whose Twinkies have been spiked by Balco. 'In The City' goes the distance, provin that the Aliens in our midst still hover in & around the olive grove's of Cali's northern environs. The Roxy Music cover on the flip shows Nothing People to be suitably adept in Country Life, approaching 'A Really Good Time' in much the same way Alex Harvey might work on a plate of trotters & baked beans-ravenously! S-S keeps runnin up the score, this time w/a hat trick. Get'em via; http://www.s-srecords.com/
The Ruby Red Label over to Portugal has been ever so diligent in releasin all sort've racket from a variety've wooly fringers but my favorite of the bunch has been this 'Marfim' lp, a debut from a duo what's called Tropa Macaca. Skeletally resemblin Blue Control w/their penchant for mercurial loops & trance-inducing repetition, Tropa Macaca seem cut from the same cloth as well in their (seeming) appreciation for German Tape Music (Asmus Tietchens comes to mind) & hypnotic, minimalist Psychedelia. The a-side ('tronco nu') scutters & pulses along w/ extant Kraut-morse patter before slowly splintering into a quasar of Kluster responsive brilliance. The 2 tracks that make up the flip continually build on said pace/action & eventually evolves into an aggressive, extemporaneous march that recalls a 22nd century rework of Throbbing Gristle's 'Discipline' this time minus all pretense & lunatic babble. Billy Meyer can write all the love letters he wants on behalf've Rafel Toral, but Tropa Macaca are EASILY at the forefront as Portugal's BEST Avant electronics improvisers since Anar Band went their seperate ways. Only 300 pressed, try; www.freewebs.com/rubyredlabel/ for more info.