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Tuesday, 4 May 2010
WAZ HOOLA - MULTIPLY REALITY BY INFINITY
Red Guard Records CD Release 002
Waz Hoola 'Multiply Reality By Infinity'
Hand Stamped Numbered And Wax Sealed CDs Ltd To 300 Copies
£6 Postage Paid Anywhere In The World Click On Button Above
Multiply Reality By Infinity Reviews:-
"OK, no stories this time: just the facts. This is a proper CD containing two tracks totalling about 55 minutes. It is a solo recording by Waz Hoola, the head honcho of Infinite Exchange Records. It comes housed in a cardboard sleeve sealed with a blob of red wax. The monolithic heaviness of the music is underscored by the accompanying booklet: a collection of photographs of cracked slabs of rock (paving?). But I get ahead of myself…
‘Infinity’, the first track, builds into a deep, resonantly textured drone – its components like lava liquefying the motorway tarmac it rolls over. Occasionally the cooling surface cracks to reveal the white-orange heat inside. It is no joke recording this stuff – distortion or clipping can really harsh the buzz or pop the enveloping bubble – but this is immaculate. I was agog when, at around the 21 minute mark, something remarkable happens: there is a drum roll, no – it’s a rhythm track, then a guitar riff, then someone stamps on the pedals and the whole piece insta-evolves into a stoner metal groove. This is, to put it bluntly, fucking genius. Both this type of rock and drone music involve a pursuit of ego-dissolving noise and to layer the latter with the former is so perfect that it made me laugh out loud when I realised what was happening. When I first heard this I was walking to work and arrived at my desk with a few minutes still to run – I shoed my colleagues away and sat it out, marvelling.
The last of the riff fades out as the second track, ‘Reality’ takes over. The final cymbal crash stretched out into the start of a shimmering, metallic drone. This ebb and flow carries us through a twenty minute comedown, reality indeed, before leaving the listener beached. Possibly my favourite thing that I’ve heard all year."
http://radiofreemidwich.wordpress.com/
“…big throbbing bass drones…very dramatic indeed and recalling Kevin Drumm's recent drone work. The tension builds and suddenly I'm in a gloriously murky and simultaneously psychedelic world where I imagine halls of mirrors and liquid metal. I do really like this a lot, its sorta maximal drone gear with loads of other mind melting shit going off.”
A Norman Records recommendation - 30th April 2010
http://www.normanrecords.com/records/116159/
“…fuses low-end doom-swell with layers of warm fuzz and super-sedative drift like Aidan Baker paying tribute to Ouroboros - lost to all but the eternal, pedal-heavy hum.”
Rock-A-Rolla
http://rock-a-rolla.com/main/
Thursday, 15 April 2010
TRACKS - EVERYTHING JUDGED BY SUCCESS ALONE
Red Guard Records CD Release 001
Tracks 'Everything Judged By Success Alone'
Hand Stamped Numbered And Wax Sealed CDs Ltd To 300 Copies
£6 Postage Paid Anywhere In The World Click On Button Above
Tracks Reviews:-
BRAINWASHED ONLINE MAGAZINE
While the album's philosophy is an integral part of its success and woven into the music, and packaging is undoubtedly personal (wax seal, unique piece of photograph as gift), still Tracks is not giving anything personal away with the liners. In terms of vision Everything Judged by Success Alone is about as close as possible to a one man vision of Godspeed You Black Emperor as anyone's likely to be able to conjure up.
Creating a minimalist reduction of GYBE’s almost-orchestral widescreeners, Tracks manage to create just as internalised a vocabulary through instrumentals and obscure vocal samples. This album's worldview is just as (if not more) bleak than that collective's ideas. The borrowed narrator on "Starts with Cans" starts with a sad sinking story and then plummets into alcoholism, the post-rock strum plays an ideal balance and backing. When near the song's end a sound emerges that could either be guitar work or a passing train horn, the attention is so deep in the narrator's world that there is no way of telling. Much of the album follows this stripped sepia guitar setting, simple patterns with minimal effects and some field recordings keeping everything intimately close at hand.
Feeling like a single lonely ride, "Everything Judged by Success Alone," Tracks slowly begins to flesh out the second half of the LP. The slowly building "B Flat, D Flat, A Flat, C" pushing the meter into the red of eroding emotional control, the song's sharp notes tempering the content from the cold. There is percussive stringplay on "Special Powers," beating a tattoo below sinister samples, the additional elements never infecting the atmosphere. The only time Tracks fails to hit the target is on "Snowstorm into Blood Spattered Sheets" (superb title though) where a traditional band format recording feels imposed. Feeling like a totally different band, the mood is splintered but it is still not enough to even dent this record.
Scott Mckeating (Brainwashed and Rock A Rolla)
http://brainwashed.com
NORMAN RECORDS, LEEDS, ENGLAND (MAIL ORDER ONLINE RECORD SHOP)
It opens with 'Starts With Cans' which has a vocal sample narrative of an alcoholic who killed his wife and kids drink driving. Depressing stuff which sets the tone for the rest of the album. It strikes me as a highly personal record. It's one of those albums that you hear where you feel you can empathize with the musician. Like he's very skillfully transferred all his emotions to his fingers and translated them through the strings of his guitar and they're now vibrations floating through the air for your ears to translate. The guitar playing has a beautiful simplicity to it and has smatterings of effects overlaid. There's something a bit un-nerving going on here...The use of samples on here is not unlike Godspeed You Black Emperor. I particularly like the one that goes 'Smashing a baseball bat into a gentleman's head' or something. Each disc comes with a gift inside exclusive to that. There's a great picture of some dude that's hung himself from a flagpole. Oh Joy!!! The perfect soundtrack to an evening of self harm...Get the razor blades out...
ant
http://www.normanrecords.com
OUTSIDE LEFT ONLINE MAGAZINE
Tracks mixes eerie guitar with strange snippets of found audio.
Dark and unsettling - minimalist instrumentals with the threat of
imminent violence looming menacingly in the background.
Uneasy listening but strangely soothing like too much codeine
lake
http://www.outsideleft.com
Red Guard Records CD Release 001
Tracks 'Everything Judged By Success Alone'
Hand Stamped Numbered And Wax Sealed CDs Ltd To 300 Copies
£6 Postage Paid Anywhere In The World Click On Button Above
Tracks Reviews:-
BRAINWASHED ONLINE MAGAZINE
While the album's philosophy is an integral part of its success and woven into the music, and packaging is undoubtedly personal (wax seal, unique piece of photograph as gift), still Tracks is not giving anything personal away with the liners. In terms of vision Everything Judged by Success Alone is about as close as possible to a one man vision of Godspeed You Black Emperor as anyone's likely to be able to conjure up.
Creating a minimalist reduction of GYBE’s almost-orchestral widescreeners, Tracks manage to create just as internalised a vocabulary through instrumentals and obscure vocal samples. This album's worldview is just as (if not more) bleak than that collective's ideas. The borrowed narrator on "Starts with Cans" starts with a sad sinking story and then plummets into alcoholism, the post-rock strum plays an ideal balance and backing. When near the song's end a sound emerges that could either be guitar work or a passing train horn, the attention is so deep in the narrator's world that there is no way of telling. Much of the album follows this stripped sepia guitar setting, simple patterns with minimal effects and some field recordings keeping everything intimately close at hand.
Feeling like a single lonely ride, "Everything Judged by Success Alone," Tracks slowly begins to flesh out the second half of the LP. The slowly building "B Flat, D Flat, A Flat, C" pushing the meter into the red of eroding emotional control, the song's sharp notes tempering the content from the cold. There is percussive stringplay on "Special Powers," beating a tattoo below sinister samples, the additional elements never infecting the atmosphere. The only time Tracks fails to hit the target is on "Snowstorm into Blood Spattered Sheets" (superb title though) where a traditional band format recording feels imposed. Feeling like a totally different band, the mood is splintered but it is still not enough to even dent this record.
Scott Mckeating (Brainwashed and Rock A Rolla)
http://brainwashed.com
NORMAN RECORDS, LEEDS, ENGLAND (MAIL ORDER ONLINE RECORD SHOP)
It opens with 'Starts With Cans' which has a vocal sample narrative of an alcoholic who killed his wife and kids drink driving. Depressing stuff which sets the tone for the rest of the album. It strikes me as a highly personal record. It's one of those albums that you hear where you feel you can empathize with the musician. Like he's very skillfully transferred all his emotions to his fingers and translated them through the strings of his guitar and they're now vibrations floating through the air for your ears to translate. The guitar playing has a beautiful simplicity to it and has smatterings of effects overlaid. There's something a bit un-nerving going on here...The use of samples on here is not unlike Godspeed You Black Emperor. I particularly like the one that goes 'Smashing a baseball bat into a gentleman's head' or something. Each disc comes with a gift inside exclusive to that. There's a great picture of some dude that's hung himself from a flagpole. Oh Joy!!! The perfect soundtrack to an evening of self harm...Get the razor blades out...
ant
http://www.normanrecords.com
OUTSIDE LEFT ONLINE MAGAZINE
Tracks mixes eerie guitar with strange snippets of found audio.
Dark and unsettling - minimalist instrumentals with the threat of
imminent violence looming menacingly in the background.
Uneasy listening but strangely soothing like too much codeine
lake
http://www.outsideleft.com
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