Wednesday, May 30, 2007  3:00 pm 

Planet for transients

Thinking about bands, nay, experimental rock and roll units on a mission to create a new music language, I guess if Throbbing Gristle are the black obelisk, then Black Dice must be the star Child, in their ‘Roll Up/Drool’ 12” just released by Paw Tracks they launch another probe into the deep unknown, their warm cadences explode slide expand and fall into place like the vertices of a rubik cube rearranging itself into a new configuration of glowing awesomeness, an organically grown computer which regulates the soul traffic of an alien city, melodies become the surf of a pixelated wave in a Jacques Cousteau documentary shot in Prehistoric seas, or a guitar solo which is not a guitar solo which is a guitar solo which sounds like I guess a dusty Woody Guthrie tape would sound to robotic archeologists digging into the terran rubble aeons into the future, flip it back.

Black Dice- Roll Up

This will be available for a very limited space of time, do yourself a favour and buy it now. Love to trill for the infrastructure.

Which of course implies mankind is destroyed in some sort of Second Variety style technology driven eschaton, Yellow Swans create operatically intense doom dronescapes that resonate with the barren beauty of abandoned barbed wires criss crossing a nothingness which is but the shadows of radioactive clouds, and Ry Cooder’s deranged ghost walking into the charred remains of Paris, Texas.

Yellow Swans- Untitled

From their new & superlimited Bored Fortress split with Goslings.

Yellow Swans will be playing Brighton on the 3rd of June at Electric Shelter (formerly known as Ground Zero) with support from Ack Ack Ack, Made out of Wool and Zettasaur on a gig organised by the mighty Psykick Dancehall, be there and/or die.

Buy tix in advance in Edgeworld or Resident.

Talking about power, doom and beauty, Indian Jewelry, who blasted our soul away with Invasive Exotics, released by awesome Lovepump United last year will be playing at the Do’s post-sabbatical bash on Friday. Witness the hoes of Babylon destroy it live with the brainfried intensity of the Velvet Underground off their faces on Peyote soundtracking Lost Highway if it had been directed by Harmony Korine, rattlesnake & shake, pure venom, napper.

Indian Jewelry-Dirty Hands

Yep, The Do, the premier indie noise disco club in Brighton hits back, Core Club 11-4, 5quid NUS/4 if you drop them a line here, exclusive cd comp for the first 50 winners through the door.

Don’t call it a comeback, we’ve been here for (2) years (almost).

labels >> Horror, space, the desert, the moon