Showing posts with label Ride the Snake Records. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ride the Snake Records. Show all posts
Thursday, January 16, 2014
Chemical Peel on Ride the Snake Records
Chemical Peel, a three piece from Columbia South Carolina are working in a bunch of permutations of post punk that make perfect sense to me, from experimental free jazz sounding chaos to dense highly calculated arrangements, they even trade off vocals which range from hardcore to detached chants. Basically like Blood on the Wall or Swimsuit they seem to be a little schizophrenic in style which makes for a great four song EP. They've got range and weird approaches to each of these tracks that won't easily give away exactly where they're ever headed.
On "Born to Kill" rapid fire high hat drums and a lower end distorted guitar melody gets this to stretch out for a bit before any vocals from Max on bass start in with a damaged echo surf meets a bigger hardcore epic sound. He's almost chanting these lyrics while instrumentally this winds around in complex Grass Widow arrangement that keeps this dark sounding and steers it away from the always angry punk sound. The jangly guitar is front and center on "New Paradigm" with a heavy layer of distortion and great supporting bass line in this intro section that these tracks seem to all have so far setting this scene of contemplative post punk. Big and layered this could be a Sonic Youth B-Side with disjointed guitars and Ony is Kim Gordon talking and yelling. The rest of the band works through different time signatures and guitar tunings with elements of Cap'n Jazz or even Jawbox here and there, muddy and thick with an appreciation for the finer parts of instrumental metal or even Tortoise.
A bass line opens B-Side's "Chance" taking the spotlight, and Victoria (Potty Mouth) on drums isn't any slouch either, Ony is Ms. Gordon back on vocals with the talking cool delivery. This is almost noise free jazz in it's disjointed elements, an almost post prog sound, I love the texture their getting here. It's got a distanced feel because they can't get too close and the complexity isn't cuddly either. You can hear the equations graphed out on the whiteboard in the rehearsal space. It's all feeling though, I don't get the sense this is notated on musical stands or anything. The Primus sounding bass takes over the breakdown section and it stays loose relying on these phrases like visiting a foreign country, they throw these fragments out there for basic functions. Greetings, what is your name?. Where is the Library?...until they get what they want. "Bike Thief" opens with a scream, it's a traumatic thing. More that a stupid car you really develop a relationship with this human powered way to get around and when someone takes that from you it's the worst. But living in any city something you'll inevitably experience sooner or later. They definitely aren't glorifying this bastard and it's all frantic high hat rhythm and swaths of jangle guitar to exorcise the demons.
Get it from Ride the Snake Records.
Labels:
Chemical Peel,
Ride the Snake Records
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Native Cats & UV Race on Ride the Snake Records
I just realized I bought Dead at 24's Blast off Motherfucker! based on a still single review from these guys a million years ago and here they are putting out singles a few years later. Ride the Snake Records is one of those collectives of friends based out of Boston and Portland who decided to take matters in their own hands and get the music they loved out into the world, including this split single from The Native Cats and UV Race. I loved the live split full length on Almost Ready with UV Race and Eddy Current Suppression Ring so I was real curious to hear their contribution to this thing....and if I know splits, Native Cats are bound to share something in common with those guys or Ride the Snake is defying every convention of the format.
Native Cats does A-Side's "Ten Years Transportation" and the instrumentation (and insert) leads me to believe this is a two piece of bass and programmed percussion with vocals from Peter Escott. The sound comes off as a minimal, punky Gang of Four or Prinzhorn Dance School... a real dance-brut style that is unbelievably tight and sparse to the point of almost being oppressively rigid. A single tom beat is pounded over and over at the same density and speed in the simple foundation for the bass to come in with minimal melody... this is all that exists in the first verse of this one. Scott delivers his vocal in near monotone, hardly a melody to speak of, in a measured jagged style in direct opposition to that tom 4/4 beat. It's the claustrophobic sound of something coming down the hallway - getting closer and closer. Weird hissing snare-ish sounds build up, a synth comes in and the bassline changes slightly, but the message is clear. This has blinders on and is going staright towards the prize. There's only one way this can make you feel and we are going to make you feel it whether you like it or not.
The B-Side is from The UV Race, who managed to jam 4 tracks of loose punk on this side starting with, "Endless Summer" a free jazz, everyone-in sound and the band all adding their laid back two cents. A messy slow jazz track fading right into this session, already in progress... could be an old pavement track, a long forgotten studio session B-side of unselfconscious rattling, or Los Llamarda that slams right into "Shat it's self" a fast punky number with organ blasting, taking a single melody and blasting it out, devolving quickly into drum messes and electric scramble as if they wanted to show this looser side just to mess with you as they drive right off the cliff into a fast one structured and all. "Wire Strainer" has an almost distortion guitar jangle, going more reseved and when you learn in the liner notes these lyrics are about his dad it's pretty heartbreaking. Staying positive on this somehow in spite of loose distortion riffs. Confessional like Mad Nanna, they're going all experimental on a very raw pop song essentially. A lot looser than that live record, these seem to be as intimate and naked as possible and "Endless Summer (reprise)" fades in on more of that unstructured jazz, sax blaring, the keys off on their own... drums drunkenly stumbling. Deliberately primitive is their strategy to get closer to something more interesting maybe, the period where they loose those conventions and see what's left.
On black vinyl with download card and insert from both bands.
Get this from Ride the Snake Records direct.
Labels:
Native Cats,
Ride the Snake Records,
UV Race
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