Showing posts with label flannel gurl records. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flannel gurl records. Show all posts
Monday, October 22, 2012
Sohns 'Ripe/Rot' on Flannel Gurl Records
Flannel Gurl Records is barely a couple years old now with already something like twenty releases and here comes another single from Sohns, of Texas which seems to have something to do with nurturing an epic approach to sound, it could be that horizon, or just cheap giant space I imagine is everywhere but NYC. Flannel Gurl is always surprising with a real cross section of underground stuff, from Buck Gooter to Sohns, there's no telling what's going to grab their attention. Jonathan and Kimmi seem to be pressing a huge variety of great stuff and it's always going to be great to hear what they've been up to, chances are I've never heard of them and they'll be worth listening to, of course.
A-Side's "Intro" sets the stage for this long, haunted medieval ride with an organ you're just catching pieces of, coming from down the block working it's way over an old man telling a creepy story about the gods... reminding me of that Godspeed track about the end of world (isn't that every track? -ed). Sohns are hinting at the ancient forces at work behind the scenes on this single, the sort of scope of things to come, they're gong to tackle it all here....good and evil and the actions of men and their higher powers. "Soul Train Blues of the Broken Skull" then busts in with layered distortion from epic guitars with force, but really Alex Mendez's vocal is the defining sound of this complex metal that's been honed and transcribed into all it's variations. The exact opposite of darwin, every possible permutation has been given room to spin off and rear it's mutated little head. But back to that vocal which is the highest, falsetto pitch scream, yelling himself completely raw in a combination of Cedric from At the Drive In and Ian Svenonius joined in high pitchery, rattling skulls and piercing through the thick sludge of the instrumnetation.
I happened to be watching that opera scene from Margaret this weekend and was struck by how the vocal in that genre works in this very specific register way outside the range of the orchestra and maybe there's a little of that thinking here. It certainly is dealing with similar subject matter in a lot of ways. They are rifling around real depths of creep here, abstract imagery, going for intricately crafted Illuminations, that same dense horror imagery Rimbaud was going on about has been applied to the composition of this rock and this ends up in a prog metal place not unlike The great Mars Volta, although Sohns seem to have carved out their own pretty specific heavy hitting direction. "Abomination" seems to run right out of the first track with more thick guitars and that throbbing percussion. Alex is back in that vocal screech, (there's really no other way to describe it) it doesn't just stick with a single pitch though...there's a huge range within that tortured yell and that depth
gives this lyric it's unique viewpoint. This genre is used to extreme's, you either have the black metal indecipherable growl or the banshee scream exhibited here. It's an extreme commitment to this style of performance, and your body be damned. There's no thought about not being able to perform like this forever either. There's a built in limited timespan. All those aspects make this interesting outside the content even, the way they're testing those limits which I think the lyrics are even referencing.
B-Side's "The Hole in the Foul" is another sort of intro to the other side, a slow, lonely organ with this slappy, clapping rhythm, footsteps thudding against wood... feet on a deck with far off chants, these are witch times, there wasn't any science, you just explain away misunderstood things with the devil. "Soul Salvation" takes that plodding rhythm and joins it to buried guitar that's working in huge swaths of distortion and then falls back in to follow this dizzy bassline. They also possibly get the most ridiculously heavy on this one, everything dropping in on that down note, completely pristine like the tones off In the Meantime, a real appreciation for each thick layer in it's own space. The guitar is still this blunt instrument most of the time, laying waste in big headbanging bursts, not sounding ominous in that sort of we-are-doomed way but in the revolutionary sounding destroy way, althought it's about the devil, and the darker side of things, it seems like it could be about fighting back. That thick distorted bass sound is always great. They flirt with all these melodies and come up with a cohesive master plan vocally in the middle of this swirling mass, building the layers, guitar tones winding up like jet engines. Wheezing, they hit a new peak every time this starts up again. It's a challenging vocal, but I don't think that any of this is meant to come across as very easy. Their wresting with primal sorts of things here and the instrumentation reflects that in every rumbling, frightening way.
Three different color pressings, from Flannel Gurl Records
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flannel gurl records,
sohns
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
The Cassettes on Flannel Gurl / Chapeau Records
Got another single today in my shipment from Flannel Gurl Records, this one from The Cassettes. FG has taken it upon themselves to record and release Southwest Virgina's artists. The rest of the state can suck it! This one couldn't be further stylistically from their last release, Buck Gooter, but if this is what the region is fostering, then so be it.
This is a seven inch from a band called the Cassettes, with turn of the century graphics on the sleeve. Did this tiny, handwriten style of the old days have anything to do with the painstaking effort it took to typeset everything? They had to pack the info all on one sheet? The Cassettes are also packing the instrumentation into 3 era bending tracks. Folky carnival ensemble epics.
A-Side's "I've Been gone" sets the epic orchestral tone with chimes, acoustic guitars, cello's, and a twangy wet reverb electric guitar, among others....the liner notes list an impressive mass of musicians that are all arranging their own two cents in...including something called a Contra bass? Had to look that one up. Very Decembrists sounding feel here, a clever narrative, enacted with spectacles, those cut out puppet stop motion animations from Monty Python...or Albert Nobbs!
All kinds of ancient references to bygone days, huge themes of love... the seasons, more old stuff, the seas...this is going to be all about traveling. Precious mandolin, finger picking as fast as possible. Pleasant carnival music for Amelie...seems nice.
A break between tracks of the sea and a locomotive steam whistle for "Far Too Long" to break in with a theremin solo. Lots of big echo on these vocals and a slide guitar finds it's way front and center.
They seem to be working with every possible genre and time period at once, borrowing bits and pieces from all of them. All the band members sing along with their own echo and harmonies before it gets cowboy again, acousticly dusty...this is what steampunk is right? That weird future past mix of really nice looking design... that isn't practical at all.
Makes sense then that this was recorded everywhere from a monastic hillock in sweden to a cabin in VA.
The B-Side, "Watchers", has a false start of banjo, accidentally hitting the strings, getting ready on the stool, motioning to the orchestra assembled in the barn. This is that kind of folk music and slow rock combination, balanced between the traditional and the pop. I worry about them touring in multiple vehicles and with these massive piles of instruments. Shelby is sounding like Mark Lannegan or Nick Cave. There's fireflies and chinese lanterns, gather round, there's huge stories here about the inception of the band, all of their travels, the huge mess of instruments... it's nice they found each other.
It turns into an acoustic slow jam, with twinkling moog and crickets.
A locked groove of crickets to go on forever. I'm going to go fall asleep now.
Best use of a locked groove 2012. They had to scratch a message in the gutter between the locked groove that hits the center label...most impressive Bontai mastering nyc.
On black vinyl, with lot's of other color variations and collector packages at Flannel Gurl Records, a postcard for keeping in touch, all kinds of Chris Ware-ish fine print exactly the opposite of what fne print usually says. "A sound recording from our hearts to your soul" TM. (Secret messages in the gutter.)
Labels:
flannel gurl records,
The Cassettes
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