volcano the bear

Volcano the bear "the birth of streissand" seven inch single record (no-fi). This is so appropriately named. Picture the beginning of the universe, the earth is formed out of the chaos, there's fire, explosions, atoms smashed, matter scattered through the emptiness. In the middle of this smoking planet, out of the swamps, the lava flows comes this screaming beast: streisand.
Thats exactly what this sounds like, a monolithic beast, so enormous, lumbering under it's own weight, physics can't explain it's movement, it's a miracle it exists at all, because it will never die and change all of music for all time.
There are a lot of sounds going on here, there's a whole world of live, ensemble improv out there, this could be a gateway seven inch. That isn't an area I hear much of, or know much about except brief listens to 'Bang on a can'. I guess you realize how often you don't hear that room sound. That space around the sounds changing them a bit.
I remember when I read somewhere that the sound played on the piano is not only made up of the length of wire struck by a hammer at a certain tension, but it's also the strings vibrating on either side, the entire bed of strings each harmonizing with the note that completes the sound. I think maybe this is what is so glaringly missing from some electronic releases. All of a sudden you realize what you've been missing.

Get it from the most amazing mailorder music resource: mimaroglu music. or get directly from the source Volcano the bear themselves.

- second release from the new newcastle-based no-fidelity label, after the first recording from scene-legend sir richard bishop (of the sun city girls) sold out in a whistle. something a bit special. having built their career upon a reputation for incendiary live appearances and a heap of self-released cd-rs and cassettes, leicester’s volcano the bear have slowly been gathering steam, becoming one of this country’s most exciting experimental improv outfits.

this startling new 7” for no-fi showcases the group at their most abstract, the a-side a sinister brew of creaking violin and string plucks. it sounds something like no-neck blues band collaborating with wolf eyes on a re-take of the saragossa manuscript soundtrack. the b-side goes further down the path paved by olsen and co. with some metallic clanking and utterly gnarled noise eruptions.