Thursday, August 14, 2008  12:01 am 

Wail-Vomit

Aside from the fact that they have a name which is all kinds of awesome and which never fails to put a smile on my face (note: a t-shirt needs to be invested in), Pocahaunted are a pretty rad proposition. To be completely honest before I’d even heard a single note of their music I was already relatively sold on them anyway. There was just something about the idea of two girls coming together to create scuzzed out, shamanistic drones inside a Thunder Fortress they made out of burnt clay, adorned with coloured beads and feathers and buffalo bones, and built on the exact sight of a native Indian burial ground that oddly enough happened to strike a cord with me.

Pocahaunted - Gehetto Ballet

Soon to be re-issued, ‘Island Diamonds’ is Pocahaunted’s dub record which could possibly be described as the sound of a sweat soaked séance taking place deep in the belly of a remote tropical forest; an hypnotic conjuring of spirits who emerge from beneath the ground carrying and cradling their own bones to dance and sway in a circle around their callers whose hands are bloodied from incessantly scraping them back and forth on the dirt they sit on, as if had been persistently knocking on the door of a friend reluctant to reveal themselves. Dangerous stuff when you come to realise that once it starts the scraping never ends. Just watch as the spirit dancer’s grins widen with sadistic glee.

If anything could have snapped those unfortunate souls out of their doomed trance right before their bodies were about to be covered and consumed in ants and reduced in to a pile of bones, I’d hazard a guess that New Flowers might have done the trick quite nicely. After the invocation comes the good time, congo synth party which gives us all a nice and nifty insight in to an Africa immersed in the sounds of high-life if cheap Casio keyboards had come to be known as the principal instrument as opposed to guitars.

Tanlines are half of production duo Brothers, who you may remember were responsible for the ring tone generation friendly, gonzo shanty town re-jig of Telepathe’s “shoulda been” international pop smash, ‘Chromes On It’, the one that made the already brazen sex jam that the Spice Girls never got around to making, sound like it had been recreated by a bunch of rambunctious kids high on sugar rocks, let loose in the electronic toy section of the Early Learning Centre. Some day soon this should be used to soundtrack the kaleidoscopic, acid fried Sunny Delight advert of our ADD riddled dreams.

Tanlines - New Flowers

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