For Bonobo, as a traditional musician, it was clear not to limit to MPCs and to bring the sounds live on stage for full effect. In a setting with drums, keyboard, guitar, sampler, himself on bass, a singer, a saxophonist and a three piece string section ‘Black Sands’ live unfolds a cinematic orchestra.
Sometimes you hear really cool stories about band names. Circa Survive’s story however is so uncool that it probably won’t go down in history as the greatest achievement of human endeavour. Fortunately their music is far from random. Not as earthshattering as Bryan Adams, but still.
Her Name is Callas. That’s what I call a major ballpark figure. But in comparison to maybe the most renowned opera singer of the 20th century the british postrock quintet are on the fringes. Too slack and lax, this amateur theater feels almost sluggish in its acts . Unlike the dramaturgical bel canto of La Divina.
Based on reflections on the landscape of the river Rhein and starting at written and drawn reflections Grischa Lichtenberger’s works by now cover an extensive visual, acoustic and theoretical archive. On the Raster-Noton showcase he ‘just’ folded beats and screened ‘glitches’.
At last, there we have it, eventually a pretty decent record that might be able to replace the ubiquitous XX record in every Mitte gallery or social media-laden digital bohème nest. Alas, Four Tet’s “There is love in you” already by now is such a bugger.
Even you possibly can’t beat analogue synthesizers in their domain: this was too much fun and not enough moments. Opening act Dan Friel knobtwisted for a long time until he eventually found a schranz approach which had some meat on its bones.
A MAZE. Interact is a festival about the convergence of computer games, art and music analyzing computer game culture from cultural, aesthetic and social angles with a focus on structural changes within the computer games area. All your base are belong to us, I guess.
Merging music, art, fashion and even science, Apparatjik are heavily inspired by the Bauhaus movement and especially the Bauhaus Bühne which is translated in their opulent and optically appealing stage setup. But on a musical level it presents itself rather undaring.
In the program of the Enstatir Sunghife night of the Club Transmediale festival japanese freeform noise pioneer Keiji Haino (灰野敬二) indulged himself in a abrasively loud havoc and cathartic wall of sound, coming as a relief as Merzbow and the likes.
In case you haven’t noticed yet, Drop the Lime obviously can do anything. And yep, that’s true. From sliced and chopped indie grime tracks over discoid mash-up frenzy to booming basses and catchy piano tunes, New York-based Luca Venezia mixes everything in sight.
Planningtorock is an alien from a stellar orb named “Planet 9″, a pseudonym, a mask, lots of trippy visuals and a lot more weirdness with seemingly unconnected beats and layer-draped and hall-swollen vocals… and the next ache is just inches away.
They are way dancier than any rave band trolling around up until now. With instantly infectious attitude and a seemingly unending supply of irresistible hooks, these quirkmuffins come close to bridging the gap between geek boners and hipster beards.
You needn’t call it music if the term offends you… and it does offend you. This is no music. This is random noise, on-the-edge torture. A deafening, challenging and raging cacophony at once. In itself just redundant, but necessary. I like.
It’s just plain redundant, odd, lame and boring, and the fact that they sometimes use old Tool video clips as visuals makes it even so nineties, ridiculously stale and faint that I strongly suggest returning to the roots. Slowpokes.
I’ve seen’em a couple of times now and I believed the hype, yes I did. I mean it’s Warp and stuff you know. But I saw some roadkill this morning which exceeded my daily dose of empathy and compassion for Battles. Next please. Pivot maybe!?
Instead of just moving fourniture with hyperdeep basses, 2562 rather heads into the direction of a dubstep take girls might want to dance to with jackknifing two-step cadences, kneebeating dubstep and the double-time beat, riding minimal techno.
British Fuck Buttons must have had the idea to do a record like “Tarot Sport” while doing the usual nocturnal promenade on amphe. In the end a very aberrant but awe-inspiring oeuvre situated somewhere in between drone and pop came out.
Going topsy-turvy on their very own exegesis of the music culture opened out to be a real blueprint for modern „cybergrind“ far away from the embarassment of 8-bit-arpeggi fighting chuggy chugg-guitars.
What a pity that „Just a Souvenir“ can’t keep up with masterpieces like „Ultravisitor“ and the likes and the associated live performance didn’t manage to reach such an eschatological feel as an Autechre rave.
Even if they’re only a twinheaded hydra, they sound like a whole army of bulldozers. To achieve such a massive wall of sound both websites laserblast.com and loadrecords.com explain that the group’s vocalist, Chippendale eschews a conventional microphone.