No Babies "Yo No Soy Como Tu" on Gilgongo Records / Upset the Rhythm records

I really admire completely bonkers punk jazz/noise like No Babies. To sound so chaotic and disjointed in a very composed and deliberate way like borders on impossible. The jerky spastic flailing of this entire record when really examined closely can't possibly be arranged or even written down but how the hell else are they even able to play together? Unless this is improvised? Either way the construction is insane. Like that guy on the edge of town welding junk together into a massive teetering pile of stuffed animals and car doors, it's awesome but beyond dangerous.

A-Side's "X Plus X" hit those Deerhoof, Erase Errata, and Black Dice buttons with huge sax skronks, which immediately signal intelligent stuff for super smart people. Jasmine is yelling in this free jazz mess which slows down to a snare falling down the stairs. Everything is in this crazy back and forth sound, just swaying back and forth, really fast with extremely unsettling John Zorn style harsh experimental sound "YOU KNOW ME BETTER THAN I KNOW MYSELF". "Conference of the shark" X-Ray Specs horns and kick lining up in a weird way. Who can even follow this Hella, Zack Hill style blastcore, but Jasmine is guiding it together following the seizure phrasing of the drums and sax. Robotic talking and screeching takes the place of melody like they're reexamining what they were supposed to be doing in the first place. "Your Lies" gets into a slow dirge beat, the horns just rising out of the distance. The way they come in just of key here, as of it's impossible to tune together or they just flat out refuse to make this conform. This has the most incoherence pushing your boundaries. Before you know it they're blasting in more strange machine beats under screaming up the scales. It's composed of a thousand little fills and the fact she invented something as compelling as the mathy blastcore is really something.
B-Side's "One size fits all": all of this is so against pop melody or structure like Z's or Child Abuse. A solid part eventually lands directly on the pieces with some sense of structure I recognize but its like a slow running chainsaw trying to get through sheet metal or thin aluminum cans all lined up, sparks flying as it catches and then gets stuck on an edge and you floor it only to have it escape out of control. This perfect emulated form of chaos takes weeks.
"In the great west" has a nice break beat and crazy scraping guitar. There's ways these would work separately but together they briefly meet playing with the ways that instruments can rhythmically fall in and out of sync ignoring notes and melody almost alltogether. More punk like the Pens or Foot Village- challenging as hell and its exciting. Chopped up Marnie Stern and put together by the Coathangers. Unpredictable and bizarre. Those are hard things to manufacture unless you really are breaking some new ground. She matches the sax sound and harmonizes with it is a moment of genius, really shocking and unexpected. Is there any universe where these guys are out there playing any of this live?

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Sissy Spacek "Incomprehensible Dehumanization" on Gilgongo Records

John Weise is one of those guys that has played with extreme noise to an unbelievable serious degree. Proof that if you are passionate about exploring the very limits of what can be created with sound you will eventually become one of the authorities of it's creation. The 52nd Venice Biennale will invite you to perform. I also forget he was in Wolf Eyes and Sun O))). His discography is unparalleled but more impressive are the sounds you ail have to content with playing any piece of it. Charlie Mumma, the other co-conspirator in SS has his own unfathomable catalog and I appreciate the two of them are working in the outer limits of what exactly sound is able to conjure up.

A-Side's "No relief" is a promise coming from Sissy Spacek. It's a complete chaotic mess from the first second. They are going to really mean it. I immediately believe this would prevent all sleeping at the wheel fatalities, a public service campaign is in the works. Feedback and shrill high treble squeals, in the format can capture this massive sonic range of low end blurred crunks and piercing feedback running up and down the fret. I sort of think that this must have been chopped up in post after the fact because it sounds impossible to have played. What chain of effects could this possibly be existing in a static hell dropping out to a cable hum silence which isn't often. Like a massive windstorm or rain shower the glitching hiss is overwhelming. The guitar? (I'm guessing) uses a ringtone Blue box sounding broken synth wave at points, between a heavy strum in the high range feedback to a ground shaking brrrrrrmmmmpppp. I'm having a hard time picturing the physical action it takes to create this, it sounds like an awful lot of work, but more likely it's a mic'd 6 foot speaker and they are barely touching the strings. Like the moment when the needle stops when you walk into that biker bar drawn out in slow motion over a period of weeks. All of your sense are telling you to run, to turn it off, get away from the source of this noise. Psych may have been able to somewhat transcribe the hallucinogenic experience but Sissy Spacek reaches deep into the fight or flight primal brain stem and stares you down for four agonizing minutes.

B-Sides "Heaven Doesn't Exist"
"Peace is Impossible"
"Greater Cruelty"
"Abandon Every Hope"
I can actually pick out the drum kit from Charlie barely audible when the screeching treble crunch guitar pauses for a second. So completely anti rhythm or melody or progression. All the things you know to make up music are practically absent. You have to really question what sort of sounds one after another can constitute music. If melody is the brain remembering the last few notes sort of the way persistence of vision works when watching a projected 35mm film then Sissy Spacek has successful shattered that concept completely. There's no way you can even comprehend the last blast of distortion, if you can even call it that. Working in the fringes and I'm glad to know it's appreciated by other people who have this same sickness.

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