Showing posts with label Kraut. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kraut. Show all posts

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Moolah - Woe Ye Demons Possessed (private 1974)


I got this record some years ago while browsing for nothing in Strange Attractor in Greece and the only thing i knew when i got it home is that it was mentioned in the NWW list
.By it's title i though it would be musically somewhere near Lucifer Rising but without all the hype. I was kinda right but it's a bit more complicated than this. Anyways if you just woke up with a desperate need of a white noise satanic mass this will make your day even worse...




Monday, March 28, 2011

German Oak - Nibelungenlied (1976)


This is just the second coming of Third Reigh EVOL Rockers German Oak (in a negative diverted meaning)
dig it!!

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Gunter Schickert - Samtvogel (1974)


German pioneer of the echo-guitar, renowned for his classics "Samtvogel" and "Überfällig", he also worked with Klaus Schulze (in concert). Günter also ventured in to more explorative Krautrock and developed a style comparable to the early work of Achim Reichel. The GAM trio (Günter Schickert, Axel Struck, and Michael Leske) featured two guitars and drums, and is really freaked-out improvisations recalling the psychedelic space treks of Ash Ra Tempel or Pink Floyd.
blog.wfmu.org/freeform/2006/01/adventures_in_t_1.


A cosmic and trippy guitar-based album, with echo effects similar to Achim Reichel's. In fact, the second track, "Kriegmaschinen, Fahrt Zur Holle", perfectly recalls AR & Machines' masterpiece, ECHO (1972). The opener is a bit silly and confused, but the third and longest track ("Wald") is much thicker, a fantastic, intense jam, sometimes close to minimal music and Manuel Gottsching's solo works. Günther is a great guitarist and here he is at his best, "Samtvogel" is a very innovative album, well worth listening.
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Like an alien mothership landing on your fanny, Gunter Schickert's deep heavy ooze dripping slab of Teutonic electronic bliss through treated mayhem overcomes you. This is probably what it sounded like inside of Jimi Hendrix's brain stem under that LSD-soaked tie-dyed bandana onstage - totally lit and lividly lucid, another planet opens up a searing tunnel through space and time while this sublime album plays on. Heralded as an underground classic for decades, we have "Samtvogel," an indiscriminate spacerocker's fantasy and diamond filled pocket through time and space. Working with overdubbed guitars never came off so thick with effects rife and rich. 'Apricot Brandy*' is a world unto itself wholly. NOTHING SOUNDS LIKE THIS! (*Well, actually, there's an 'Apricot Brandy II' on the followup, "Uberfallig," albeit not actually achieving the same insane headspace as this - very, very nice in it's own right, though. 'Kriegsmaschinen Fahrt Zur Holle (Tr.: War Machines Travel to the Holle)' launches itself *directly* past the stratosphere on its own mission heading directly to the very heart of the cosmos. The takeoff is delayed with a slow churning rise (not to worry, Houston, there is no problem) until it is clear that the ozone has been shucked off and there is nothing left but the growling intensity of careening through outer space. A soundtrack to a movie about being there never gurgled with the resonance of this. It's a long track clocking in at 16:58 which clips into a frenzy of guitar-wall smattering up right against your face creating stubble from the rubble of its rumbling on. Shortly after the first wave of madness comes plucking pizzicato at the speed of some "Music From the Body" over heavenly washes of reverbed vocals. As for what his multiple guitar tracks are doing at this time, ask Steve Tibbetts when he's multiplied by ten. Coming off that crest we get served some spacegroove with the urgent before the clittering-clattering electronic tinkles come in sprinkled liberally enveloping the room with the feeling of being inside a container of boingy-boing tic-tacs shaken about. Don't get me all wrong about the guitar work, some of it is very clean and gentle approximating the sound of folk progressive acts like Hoelderlin and Emtidi without the pastoral effect. Shredding does also play a serious factor in the conclusion as all the notes drop off the face of the sky churning itself back to the big black note it came from.
The other side is a humongous 21:35 opus splattered across every last little groove of this delightful platter. The air feels like Solaris in here, otherworldly and creepy while at the same time dreamy and sleepy. Spelunking over the sea of tranquility is his swansong of the magnitude Loch Ness that is 'Wald (Tr.: Forest).' Draping shimmering leaves of lush eternal electronic green sets adrift on memory wish to the turning of the akashic record. Striking a chord deep in the psyche of humanity, dense with textures, this piece is meditative while laden with universally rich sonorities throughout. Open up the pearly gates, I'm swimming home across the whole thing with this as the soundtrack in my head, dig? 
*taken from Mutant Sounds
gnosis2000.net/reviews/schickert.htm

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Messages - After Before (De Stijl 2010)



Discussions about the politics of noise, for those still interested in exploring such questions, often overshadow discussions about the politics of drone. The aggressive essence of noise allows it to perhaps be more easily conceptualized as a radical sonic force that disrupts and challenges established modes of listening and being. Drone, on the other hand — due to its tranquil, monophonic, and repetitive tropes — is more difficult to conceptualize radically (at least from within the traditional action-centric political theoretic since Machiavelli and Marx). It is most often associated with pacifism, escapism, self-reflection, and a Nietzschean understanding of Western Buddhism as nihilism. Drone is what one listens to in order to escape the brutality (the noise) of the real world or to calmly reflect in isolation rather than act and rupture established orders. To continue this Nietzschean language, we may think of drone as lending itself to passive nihilism, noise to active nihilism.

But those of us living in the contemporary world — where old categories of labor and free-time have blurred such that we perpetually reproduce capital and its necessary forms of life even outside of the workplace — ought to easily be able to see the radical political possibilities of drone. As our lives become increasingly mobilized toward consumption and production, constantly revealing our tastes and feelings through social networking technologies in order to desperately define ourselves as "one who fits into the established ways of life," the desire for tranquility and a moment of self-regarding contemplation can be a very radical act. The hyper-speed of the contemporary world has transformed us into anxiety-ridden creatures who never find a still moment to reflect, bombarded by the commands of the boss at work, and the commands of dominant lifestyle propaganda via various technologies at home. To escape this situation and to drift into the monophonic peace-realms of drone might be to find within us the last place for autonomous and authentic critical thought.

After Before is Messages' first LP for De Stijl, consisting of three blissful drones whose names are derived from the instrument that acts as the foundation for each. The almost 17-minute-long “Shruti Box” is the deepest cut on the album, stretching out to infinity and accompanied by a head-nodding bass phrase and snake-trance minimal percussion groove, revealing occasional cymbal shimmers that brighten up the ceremony. The stability of the other instruments allows the nuances of the percussive shifts and minor additions to step to the forefront, which is a courtesy worthy of one’s thought given the title of the track. Sun waves of sound wash over on “Tambura,” providing a base for the electric guitar to dance in circles. “Ukelin” closes the album with string friction and, not just an OM-esque bass phrase, but an overall groove similar to the final two tracks on their 2009 release, God Is Good.

The three sound-artists behind Messages provide different perspectives from within the tradition of Western psychedelic music, approaching the sound-world from unique but overlapping places on the continuum. Tres Warren, who plays shruti box, guitar, and ukelin, is a member of Psychic Ills; percussionist Spencer Herbst has played with Matta Llama and all its many variations; and Taketo Shimada, who here plays bass and shamura, has performed with many avant-garde projects and used to spin around Henry Flynt circles back in the day. While the sounds the trio produces on After Before grant warm spaces for potentially critical reflection away from the ongoing horrible buzz of a world gone mad, they’re not pushing drone in a new direction as much as we might hope. Rather, their goal here seems to be to rearticulate this form of drone’s continued relevance for both the present and the future, as the album title itself proclaims. Though, as the noise of the world continues to evolve and strengthen, the intentional evolution of drone as that which might have the power to provide resilient autonomous spaces is an imperative task. Messages have not done that here, but they have at least provided a strong argument for its possibility.

01. Shruti Box
02. Tambura
03. Ukelin


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