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jueves, 26 de enero de 2012

CLXXX. Passions | Passions CDr




















Passions CDr
©Disaro. US, 2010.

Maybe it’s just that I’ve been in a Wax Trax! cave for the past 24 hours (or, you know, 15 years) but this EP made me wonder: Would Dannie Flesher and Jim Nash have fallen all over themselves for Passions had producer/songwriter/etc. Ben Dietz been around in the label’s heyday? I think they would have, and I think Cabaret Voltaire would have loved him too, maybe even Bernard Sumner; Passions does, after all, sound like that theoretical project Ian Curtis and Genesis P-Orridge would have shared had things worked out differently.

Not that you could ever consider Passions a rip-off, or even that much of a straight-up rehash. Deitz (formerly known as Math Head, the Trouble and Bass dance wunderkind) is too brilliant a producer to allow anything he touches to be so bland. Passions suggests 80s industrial-disco for sure, especially opening track “Wrists”, but the way Giselle Reiber’s waft like vocals (buried though they are under an ocean of harmony) overlay the short, explosive guitar has far more in common with Cocteau Twins than it does My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult. What’s more, there’s an attitude here—a sort of lonely, washed out sadness—that permeates each detail perfectly, from the ghostly build of “Amnesia” to the panicked, claustrophobic synth accents of “Composure”.  Way to cram so much quiet desperation into one itsy-bitsy EP.

And weirdly enough, its itsy-bitsiness is both blessing and curse—if you count a bunch of crazy zealous fans as a curse. Though brevity is the soul of so much great music—and one of the most difficult and misunderstood elements—this is one of those rare and wonderful EPs that actually leaves me unsated.  I want more. Immediately. Passions is simply too dark, too emotional, too flat-out flawless and awesome, to simply push out of your head after 6 songs. I’ll be counting the minutes until the next release.

Mishka



lunes, 12 de diciembre de 2011

CXLIX. //Tense// | Consume EP





















Consume EP
©Disaro. US, 2010.


Straight out of the wet and hot city of Houston, //TENSE// delivers a great follow-up to the Memory album with this 6 tracks EP.

Released on vinyl for the first time (the EP was originally out on the hype label Disaro as a limited CDr), Consume EP presents a new angle to the hard hitting EBM tracks the band has already released. The sound is cleaner and sharper. It mixes hard beats EBM style with more ethereal and atmospheric ambience of the shoegaze bands of the early 90s.
Think Ministry jamming with Slowdive and produced by Salem with the help of DJ Pierre!

After an acclaimed tour opening for Nitzer Ebb in North America, //TENSE// is back in their creepy studio writing new tracks for a forthcoming split EP.





domingo, 9 de octubre de 2011

XC. Modern Witch | Disaro




















Disaro
©Disaro. US, 2010.


‟Bringing things up to date with young gun neophytes of low-battery 80s drum machine chug; devotees of caningly repetitive electro-punk vignettes fronted by dissolute female vocalist.
And let's praise artists for whom the 80s mark the beginning not the end of the holy mystery. The UK hauntology crew have betimes built an aesthetic out of attempts to claw back a glimpse of just-out-of-reach 70s wonderlands. Fellows such as Ghostbox and Mordant create music that dines out on wink of the eye cultural signfiers; grist to the critical mill for bloggers and Wire journalists keen to pull up a chair at the meme feast - drooling all the while over those hyper-designed album covers.
Extend the same courtesy then to Modern Witch and a more recent re-assemblage and re-enactment; dishing up pleasures a-plenty with a studied air of glassy-eyed ennui.‟


Weird Brother




lunes, 1 de agosto de 2011

XLI. Mater Suspiria Vision | Second Coming




















Second Coming
©Disaro. US, 2010.


Now, let me make this clear: I know next to nothing about Mater Suspiria Vision. They could live next door to me, and I’d have no idea. They could spend their spare time sacrificing goats or children or both, do a ton of acid and ink bloody pentagrams into their foreheads, memorize passages from Aleister Crowley, watch nothing but porn and Dario Argento, and it would make total sense—Second Coming looks and sounds like the bastard product of all those things. It’s Witch House at its deepest and most raw, a real secret hell cult that feels truly dangerous more often than not.

Which is, of course, a Witch House touchstone. Nightmare horror aesthetics and cryptic symbols, unpronounceable band names and song titles, lots of hiding and holding at arm’s length. The music itself is a dead-foot drag—sometimes a slow and burning hip-hop beat, other times crimson-eyed industrial—but Mater Suspiria Vision push these ideas beyond the noticeable limits. You don’t see the strings with them; they’re firmly situated in Witch House territory—right at the center of it, really—but little about their work on Second Coming feels calculated to be such.  It’s a legitimately honest art expression of the terrifying shit haunting the dusty corners of our brains: de Xam’s symbolism not just because it’s cool but because it represents any number of mythical ideas.‟

Mishka