Showing posts with label dirty beaches. Show all posts
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Thursday, September 1, 2011

Ela Orleans / Dirty Beaches "Double Feature" split 12" on Atelier Ciseaux, La Station Radar and Night People Records



Had to mention this split 12", not just because it features Dirty Beaches and Ela Orleans haunting idiosyncratic soundtracks, but that these three cutting edge labels joined forces in releasing this long player. It couldn't be a more perfect union and like all great split efforts, one will lead you to look into the others work...in this case I'd heard Dirty Beaches first a while back on the Italian Beach Babe label and his spaghetti western sound felt related to Deerhunter's subtly changing long form experiments and Suicide's stark futuristic minimalism.
Ela on the A-Side is also working everything ambient and atmospheric from soft tremolo reverb piano, on "Hope Lange"...or is that a guitar? Already this is going to be futile to try to specifically pick out and dissect the various textures and elements, that's the scientist part of the brain, and this is very much coming from that intangible dreamlike place that's better left to the unconscious. "Neverend" is even aligned with something like Ducktails, a real foreign tropical sound, made up of things that shouldn't necessarily be on an island list of typical instrumentation. A steel guitar slide, the heavily muted picked reverb surf melody, the layers of reverb, and high strung tinny plings above the frets, evoking a kind of seagull cry? Or is that a sample. Stop it. It's those mysterious uses of the familiar that continue to carry this into that futuristic place. Her floaty but in focus vocals keep bringing you to that Julee Cruise place, a mix of retro sounding instrumentation and voyeuristically witnessing this personal memory. Ela's "Movies for Ears" site mentions she has participated in BMI's film scoring program and worked with various experimental/noise projects in NYC, and composing a sort of narrative out of seemingly minimal elements is present in instrumental breaks like "Vertigo" where a string synth plays slowly over quiet field recordings, a stand in for our idea of an orchestra, the false promise of that transcendence maybe? It's quickly broken by "In The Night" as close to a pop feel as we're going to get, an uptempo loose feeling barely danceable track. There's a huge sense of distance from this side, everything is always out of reach, turning up the volume just increases the density and overwhelms. Finally "I know" utilizes a demo chord melody from an old Casio SK-1, and that improvisational sounding guitar slides, singing through a field of delay, this one could even be a part of that '60s wall of sound reemergence of the Vivian or Dum Dum Girls sound or the 13th Floor Elevators pop-psyche.

The B-Side from Dirty Beaches gets into "God Speed" a definitively sounding Suicide homage, the mechanical rapid fire drum machine track or sample and a repeated far off guitar pendulum swinging riff and his soulful vocal...a sort of Elvis animatron, constructed out of the samples from the idea of the vibrato rocker, with a lot of important pieces missing. "Crosses" then mines the repetition further with harpsichord strums and a lonesome electric again, like Matt Mondanile, flirting with the Velvet Underground dissonant sounds and neverending structure. The live drum sound here almost missing beats, nodding off alongside deeper plaintive vocals. "Death Valley" goes to his familiar western sounding place, in love with that slow reverb guitar sound, like Neil Young's Dead Man soundtrack, lost on the tiny AM radio, a smaller steam train struggling down the tracks. There's such strong, specific references he's able to draw from, or just arrange. "Don't let the Devil F", has Alex emotively singing over a looped electric strum, a Leonard Cohen vending machine stuck in the back of that wild west bar, with the saloon doors that swing both ways. His attempts at homage always deliberately thwarted by the unnatural sounds. Next there's two pieces tied to New York, "A-Train" and "L-Train", the brush snare rhythm of "A-Train" decidedly creating that chugging away feel, while a massive delay on the guitar creates an eerie, unsettling effect...another reverb warble perfectly in time, not creating any notes, just humming away underneath...this is the stuff of Bladerunner, if I can nerd out for a second here...it's a dark future, maybe the most accurate because it isn't that far away from where we live today, it's not shiny and convenient, things are going to be even older. Are they going to one day replace the entire subway line? No, it's going to be replaced, piece by piece at different times, it's going to have these indecipherable layers of construction. "L-Train" is an even bleaker piece, which makes sense...mostly industrial assembly line machines stamping away, or the clicking of tracks underneath while a loop of an out of sync organ quietly bleats away in the corner. A kafkaesque mass.

Get it from your pick of various local source, Atelier Ciseaux or La Station Radar they'll be combining their catalog soon, if you're over there in Europe or from Night People who says:

Ela Orleans and Alex Zhang Hungtai are long time friends, artistic allies, and adventurous spirits who have both spent lives traveling between different cities, countries, and continents. Through their individual travels and life direction changes both have remained steadfast and dedicated to their own unique visions of musical outlet. The commonalities represented in Double Feature resound in a sense of space and time, a cinematic view of nostalgia. This is not a nostalgia that is trying to re-create the past but an art that seeks to use the presence and power of history to create more content in the present. Ela's lush baroque pop fitted against Alex's electric drifter blues creates for an eclectic but united pairing that serves as a good representation of their long standing creative dialogue and there correspondence as friends.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

7Inches - Singles awards of 2010 extravaganza- PT 3 - hello 2011




Finally.... best singles of the year:

Dirty Beaches - on Italian Beach Babe Records - I just hope more people can get their hands on this one, or he does a stateside single soon on someone's label...cool, detached, minimal home recorded awesome, with completely unique world influences.
Tonetta - Get it Going on Black tent Press - Oh Tonetta, where do I begin? Completely inspiring weirdness from Toronto (!?). The videos almost ruin the music they are so freaking amazing. A thousand thanks to Black Tent for putting this and TWO full length albums out now.
Useless Eaters - Mr. Oscillations on Mastermind Records - Everything Seth does is punchy to the point punk pop with a great layer of crisp distortion across everything. I hope it never ends. Everything so far has been on cassette and 7"....I never thought I'd say it, but enough already. I want a full length.
Sore Eros - Blackburn Recordings - Incredible hazy, melodic weirdness in line with the genius of Ariel Pink and Gary War. Completely mindblowingly complex. I have to catch this live this year.
Ariel Pink (round and round) - 4AD - I don't care how many times I hear this, it gets better and better. He works across genres in the most authentic and sincere way, with tons of experimental pop strewn across every track. There's a sad nostalgia to all of Before Today, that title now makes sense.
Sediment Club - on Soft Spot records - I still can't get over the ragged, simple, new wave from these guys. They're playing Jan 2nd.
Bare Wires - on Southpaw Records - So glad they ended up putting out a single from the guys that did Artificial Clouds, a record I played at least once a week because I wanted to. Mathew Melton is a serious bad ass.


RIP: Blessure Grave
, Jay Reatard




Greatest Book ever written award goes to Touchable sound from Soundscreen design : A clear winner, no contest really, everything I ever wanted from a book: that it's entirely about the greatest single design of the past 20 years, every page in full color. The closest I'll get to ever seeing a lot of these historic pieces of art.

See you monday, happy new year.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Dirty Beaches on Italian Beach Babe Records

Italian Beach Babe Records sent this sun scorched psyche from Dirty Beaches to check out a little while back. From the looks of their web-store, Italian Beach Babes is a distro site as well for overseas 7inchers to pick up Captured Tracks releases and Zoo Music releases and of course Italian Beach Babe's own offerings. Turns out Conan at IBBR is also in the band Graffiti Island, and the whole label thing started out in putting together a split cassette with friends Male Bonding and Pens!

Dirty Beaches is a solo project from Alex Zhang Hungtai, who currently lives in Montreal, after moving from Hawaii via Taiwan, and like Ducktails, it's a hyper-personal singular vision. If there's one thing about the home recording movement it's that it's allowed musicians like this to play along with themselves essentially, to direct everything exactly how they imagined it. There's no reason for a backup band to reinterpret your sound...well of course live you always have to figure something out....
The possible downside of this kind of easily accessible control is it becomes an easy strategy to record badly, blow out the levels, make the whole thing completely unintelligible, because that seems to be the thing to do. The point is, the best things happen when it's clear an artist is pursuing exactly their particular brand of eccentricities.
Dirty Beaches is a case of someone having such a laser focused unique sound, it just wouldn't have happened if it was divided between 4 players influences.


Take the A-Side, Golden Desert Sun; there's a warped electric guitar drone running throughout, almost sounding like taking a bow to the string and getting those long scratchy, metallic notes. When the vocals start it's literally a lost experimental Doors track, a deep Morrison vocal where the lyric melody winds around the monotonous and is sort of a weird chant. There's a sort of horse hoof slapping ground rhythm out of a woodblock sound. I don't know if it's because it's referencing this hippy, drug, zoned out flavor of that late '60s pop psyche period but he's really captures this Desert idea. The fact that it's one million degrees every day in NYC is just making this hazy sound even more oppressive. I can't even see the oasis. Walking for hours and hours, the water ran out and I'm really about to give up.
A massively distorted 'solo' crackles in towards the end of the piece, and it's a perfect twist to the
serious menacing angle the track is taking. Something just crashed the party.

Night drive on the B-Side fades into a far off cheap synth sound over a stock drum machine. Some larger sounding electronics work their way in, but the layers of horn samples that delay in towards the end take this to a really mysterious and lonely place. Like the sleeve art, it's an old film still and amateur snapshots of vacations...personal and generic at the same time.

Also check out Conan's interview with Dirty Beaches from Nothing Bad Mag. The film influence is more direct than I thought, and his references to Wong Kar-Wai are perfect, it's that warped one step removed idea of 50's bikers...different generation, different culture, it's filtered down into a romanticized reflection of the original, but that's what makes it it's own sound again.

This one is going to be import only from these guys, so check the usual US distro's who should definitely have this.

Dirty Beaches even has another single with Zoo Music which is available of course from Italian Beach Babes...so maybe both of these is worth taking the chance ordering direct.

I appreciate what Conan's doing, getting these singles over to the UK for fans there, but now he's doing to the states what he hated about trying to get Blank Dogs singles!....oh the irony. When will this feud end?
My love hate relationship with the post office extends to the services overseas I think.

"Part cassette culture Elvis, part Alan Vega alienator, this guy’s doing for rockabilly what Ariel Pink did for funk-pop nostalgia" Nothing Bad Magazine

"Like looking into the infinity mirror at a packed night club from some old technicolor movie while good looking people from some other uknown lands dance around you. Strange stuff that feels right in its strangeness." Night People