…you can pay attention and examine the miniscule joins and progressions in these songs or you can allow the whole thing to flow around you like some beautiful mist.
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Beginners – September Sunburn
This is the sound of the Netherlands I half-love despite my intermittent (self-loathing) raging against it; attractive and nice, decent to the core, open with its emotions, not afraid to playfully throw back all the bluster in a poppy, fun, and ultimately practical manner.
Morton Valence – Left
Hacker’s still ploughing that punk-country furrow, dipping into a fluorescent, seagull-proof binbag of influences (CSNY, Doctors of Madness, Kinks, Velvet Underground) and showing off what he pulls out to an audience in the pub.
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She Keeps Bees – Eight Houses
Eight Houses, the new LP from She Keeps Bees (aka Jessica Larrabee and Andy LaPlant is a rough, bruising record with considerable kicks.
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Johnny Sedes – Mamá Calunga
The record starts off at a fair pace and never dips; opener Carupano Canta is a total rush and looks to plays up the metropolitan feel that recording in New York has undoubtedly added to this recording.
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Last Ex – Last Ex
…surely the results of a vacuum sealed experiment whereby drops of Roy Budd’s menace and Studio G’s weird electro fugginess have been left (under lab conditions, of course) to mutate into new forms of sonic matter.
Half Japanese – Overjoyed
You see, the message this new Half Japanese record, Overjoyed, (the first in many a moon) is giving out, and the way Fair approaches the subject matter in of all his songs, is positive.
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Yamantaka // Sonic Titan – Uzu
Well, this record is immense. Immense, stupid, funny, baffling, annoying; the lot. I can’t begin to describe it, outside of the fact it’s a TRIP.
White Hex – Gold Nights
But most noticably, the music has this overwhelmingly soporific quality; listening in can get you in the state of some lounger in the Korova Milk Bar; on your back, in a stupor and unable to react to this insistent smothering.
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Dub Thompson – 9 Songs
It’s abstract like some teen not being able to tell you what time they’re home, or what it is they are listening to; abstraction and avoidance taken to the level of an artform.
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