Nick Millevoi + Dead Neanderthals – Dietary Restrictions CS [Obsedante]
If you’re looking to skronk out a little, Dietary Restrictions will make sure you never get around to studying tonight. Philly’s phenom guitarist Nick Millevoi is by now a familiar presence in the minds of tape traders, and his sick jazz licks are supplemented ably by those pesky Dead Neanderthals, Otto Kokke (saxxx) and Rene Aquarius (drums). Over the course of three crystal-clear live recordings, this trio locks in so hard it’s tough to get a breath in, and as the momentum builds and builds, their combined might coheres into a solid brick. When it smacks you in the face, it’s going to hurt; accept that now and you might just make it all the way through. Dead Neanderthals represent some of the best back-up Millevoi’s had, and he relishes the chance to ratchet up the intensity then let it down a notch, allowing the other players to the front. Bookended by two straight-up thrash fests, “No Coriander” might be the best of the batch, stretching out for a minimalist exercise that offers not only a respite from the deluge, but a series of compelling arguments for accentuating space without filling it to the brim with swan-diving sax lines and swirling cymbal swells (though that’s appreciated, too). Sign up if you dig the ugEXPLODE, New Atlantis, and Public Eyesore labels, or experimental jazz wreckage in general.
Anduin – Last Days of Montrose House one-sided 10″ LP [Infinite Greyscale]
About a minute or two into Anduin’s Last Days of Montrose House, there’s a sound surge after a period of relative calm. It’s reminiscent of that feeling of dread that bubbles up in your stomach when you realize you’ve taken a path you can’t turn back from. It’s an intense moment that, while not representative of Montrose in its totality, reveals the depth of Jonathan Lee’s potential depravity. He’s not an audio warmonger at all, however; if anything, he’s an audio-video soundsmith. Extremely deft with his many brushes, Lee furnishes deep, lush, widescreen ‘scapes that don’t drone as much as they roast, shift, burn, rotate, and crackle. His work as Anduin is as reminiscent of electro-acoustic as it is noise, drone, minimalist, or any other persuasion, and that’s what is new and interesting about his last few aural accomplishments: He wants no genre that would have him as a member. Appropriately, considering Lee’s fascination with sights/sounds, Last Days of Montrose House is a spectacular all-around package, complete with download-only remixes and visual components that would be but trash if the music within weren’t so genuinely pleasing. Assiduously recommended.
Flores Del Vicio – Reach a Better Feeling CS [Opal Tapes]
One of the core strengths of the Opal Tapes label is its ability to sniff out electronic acts that don’t fit in with their peers. Flores Del Vicio deals in ice pick beats, maniacal bass twists, and all manner of rhythmic distractions, as many in the genre do. Yet his delivery, when each element is combined after being fastidiously honed and sharpened, results in a brand of pandemonium uncommon even among techno producers who live for the RUSH. Maybe that’s where Reach a Better Feeling gets its name, from that quest one embarks upon when standardized song formats fail to offer that “kick.” If you strip away the beats and a few of the secondary rhythms, what you really have, particularly in the case of dirty cuts like “Bob Marley Polo Shirt”, is a noise jam that never found a home. Del Vicio is happy to take the stragglers in and repurpose them as scraps of electronic bliss, and, at least in the case of Reach a Better Feeling, seems to have located a soft spot in the human psyche. I could use three more albums of this, please.
Palmbomen II – Palmbomen II LP [Beats in Space]
Just to catch you up to speed on the fledgling Palmbomen empire: Palmbomen II (in the sacred tradition of Amon Duul II or, more recently, Sylvester Anfang II) is a new version of the root band that is indebted to the classic solo/solitary style of recording and is helmed strictly by founding Palbomen member Kai Hugo. The album Palmbonen II carries with it yet another layer of context: It was dubbed during a self-imposed summer lockdown in Hugo’s mother’s basement. Now that the rock-star myth has been thoroughly drained from the conversation, let us explore the synth dwellings of this Hugo fellow. For one, he was right to separate this project from the proper Palmbomen. He’s stripping his soul down to rudimentary pleasures here; no vocals, no breakdowns, no digressions. It works wonders for Hugo’s flow, which blooms like a resplendent rose over 14 tuff-dub tracks that ride the Palm/Highway Chase express to infamy, the difference being that a lot of these cutz make me wanna fuckin’ MOVE. The actual ’80s have nothing on the kids these days: Harold Faltermeyer/Beverly Hills Cop 2 keyboards, the vague inkling of in-house HR videos, flourishes of effects straight outta Karate Kid 2 … You’ll assume it’s another vaporwave gag, but Palmbomen II holds up once the kitsch has cleared, finding the exact grid wherein grime, dub, v-wave, and ____ (insert genre not invented yet) intersect. You’re gonna like Hugo; you’re gonna LOVE Hugo!
Grant Purdum is a writer living in Corpus Christi, Texas. His work has been seen at Tiny Mix Tapes, The Wire, and The AV Club. He tweets.
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