samizdat territory: joe murray on blood stereo, hair & treasure, aaron dilloway, thomas bench, dylan nyoukis

May 19, 2016 at 12:04 pm | Posted in new music, no audience underground | Leave a comment
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Blood Stereo / Hair & Treasure – Split LP (vinyl LP or download, Discrepant, CREP29)

Aaron Dilloway & Dylan Nyoukis – Dropout Elements (CD-r, Chocolate Monk, choc.328B)

Thomas Bench & Dylan Nyoukis – Dylan Thomas (tape, Chocolate Monk, choc.330, edition of 50)

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Blood Stereo / Hair & Treasure – Split LP

The Blood Stereo: a photograph album with all the eyes scratched out.

This side is an incomplete memory guide.  The abstract is re-stitched as finest tapestry. It’s never about the destination but always the in-the-minuteness, the total immersion that acts as inauthentic spirit guide.

Again, the domestic (snotty snores, child chatter) is nestled up to improv clank / clatter and holy minimal organ meditations.  But the BS still kick it hard and surprise just like a Jodorowsky Box Set from Auntie Gladys at Xmas.  The wrenched tape / throat glots are fresh and salty as any shucked oyster as the KOFFS and SKWAA bounce between my 5am ears.

Hey you! This complexity is exquisite – multi-layered like a dream, each piece pregnant with meaning and freaky symbols.  Even without the snatches of fuxxhorn this is a distinctly Ellingtonian piece from the pebbles.  Take the fucking A Train pal!

But the B-Bop doesn’t stop things getting a little spooky.  The final third is measured out in soul weights; scant grams but super dense.  Curious backwards propulsion becomes the perfect background for Lewis Carroll’s LSD-flecked Victoriana; starched petticoats and cheeks stuffed with mushrooms.  The final few seconds take us into Samizdat territory, but I realise, slowly, slowly, slowly that this is not an ending but merely a new beginning in an ongoing BS continuum.

It’s like ∞ man.

Hair & Treasure; those guys deliver! And they rub out not one but two pieces on their carefully scratched side.

Part one takes Table Electronics (?) or Tape Manipulation (??) or Computer Enhancement (???) and crispy dries it.  The crackles and clicks are set with poise and deliberation becoming an ornate gilt frame.  They say:

These are the new boundaries.  Pay attention and look deeply.

Hoofing yoghurts are pitched against Bollywood dancers weak with fever so every finger snap and coquettish glance is damp with sweat.  It’s musical collage as Curiosity Cabinet.  Small shelves and alcoves filled with err… hair and treasure?  But instead of your withered Monkey’s Paw or violet Amethyst you’ve got foreign-language dubs, whooping cough rhythms and fake farm-yard bleats.

But when all is shown, the ‘ooohhhss’ and ‘aaaahhhhhsss’ are extracted from our audience until it gets serious with the Basic Channel sound leaking from one speaker.  The deep throbs and gristly bass wash over me submissively and I realise it’s only the Dictaphone ‘scccccvvvv’ that’s keeping H&T off the front of Mixmag or something.

Part two is a knockabout – a lightener, but with damn fine loops chicanery.  Imagine Tom Recchion/Stuart Chalmers/Klaus Fillip goofing over your tape collection of handmade loops.  You diggin’ it?  Short and precise… it ends with marvellously sick coughing.  Seek help! Get better…

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Aaron Dilloway & Dylan Nyoukis – Dropout Elements

A sold-out tape version of this gunk led to a pretty swift CD-r re-release.  But ditherers take note: this mung moves quicker than shit through a goose so make plans, make plans.

Modus Operandi? Four pieces of roughly equal tape glitch and loop menace.  And, like Guru Josh in a trench-coat, this disc showcases the power of gentle squeezing, gradual release and deferred gratification.

These are ‘process pieces’ so the source material is just a starting point in the sonic flowchart.  It’s what they’ve done with it that tightens the plums.  I’m riding the gradual rise & fall of sound as AD & DN reveal themes, cryptic, like scraping moss off a rock.

Some parts lay exactly halfway between goof-gravy and M25 Acid Squelch (Untitled I) others play with the very idea of ‘realness’.

Let me explain:  A Mongolian horse-head fiddle recorded on a University-sponsored field trip?  It’s an HD recording and fully annotated with extensive notes (English & German) yeah.  OR it’s a broken violin recorded in a sweat-lodge back room, bounced on the crappiest MP3 across the Atlantic.  Does it matter when my ears rotate and my hair levitates? I’ve not quoffed the Reindeer urine cocktail – I favour the metrosexual Soy Latte – but the result baby… the results are the same (Untitled III).

Take four notes from any Cosmic Psychos thug-anthem, reduce to the two nastiest and distill until it becomes the memory of a too-loud night ringing in your ears.  Rushing and repetitive, a whooshing loops through the hippocampus so you twitch and drool in yr sleep (Untitled IV).

What did Dolly say?  If life gives you lemons, make super-strength headfuck juice!

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Thomas Bench & Dylan Nyoukis – Dylan Thomas

Two sides of the same coin?  Hardworking Tom and indolent Dylan take a recent live set made in brotherly togetherness and rip it apart like a ripe tangerine.

Side Tom – Astral Travel grants transparent eyes! All the colours become visible, so as long as I peer into the bubbling BenchMix I can re-live these total colours and shades.  Gems are hidden like Easter surprises –both glittering and sweet, familiar and faintly chalky.  Deeply knotted, a suspicious slopping occurs halfway through broken down into a hiccough/doorbell loop that’s pure Vision On!

In fact the vibe of Schools & Colleges leaps like a leaky thermos; it’s a crispy pancake flicking a zippo lighter.  No thumbs!

Side Dylan – Single moments (hiss, consonant blip) chopped and kneaded together.  It’s pretty fucking wild and twice makes me rip out the ear bugs – ‘who said that?’

I’m goofing on the pause-button choke that makes all words and sounds slippery when pizzicato turns tardo.  I end my listening lustily – insect porn narrated with heavy emphasis on the gasps and snarls.

Don’t tell mum.

—ooOoo—

Discrepant Records

Chocolate Monk (or via Tom’s Hardworking Families)

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