
Seaven Teares - Power Ballads
In the wake of the brilliant and ferocious Extra Life, composer Charlie Looker’s attentions have turned to two new acts, the “depth metal” Psalm Zero and the (superficially) gentler Seaven Teares, whose recorded debut, “Power Ballads,” recently dropped via Northern Spy. To some degree, Seaven Teares is a further distillation of some of the early-music ideals behind the Extra Life canon, and I think most fans of Extra Life will find much to like here, but there’s something even darker happening in the folds of “Power Ballads.”
It’s probably worth addressing the John Dowland influence on this music first: the band’s name references Dowland’s “Lachrimae, or Seaven Teares,” a set of compositions published in 1604. The Lachrimae themselves are instrumental variations on his lute song “Flow My Tears,” an arrangement of which is found on this record. In his time, Dowland’s tunes were quite popular, and though his lyrics tend toward the darker side of existence—loss, loneliness, sadness, etc—those kinds of subjects are so intensely universal, they never go out of style. And I think it’s worth noting that much of Dowland’s work was intended as dance music in the Renaissance era, particularly the slow, deliberate, melancholy vibes of the pavane. The pavane is a basse danse, where your feet are dragging across the floor, as opposed to an uptempo ho-down kind of vibe, and collectively the scene around Dowland’s work seems kind of like a protogoth spectacle, where I’m sure the somber dirges of Bauhaus would have been a welcome jam if they’d had kerosene powered 8-tracks tricking out horse-drawn carriages of the day.
The orchestration for Looker’s Seaven Teares project allows for an aural palette that can be relatively faithful to Dowland’s music: guitar and voices dominate, percussion is generally delicate and stays out of the way, and recorders make frequent appearances. Added to the textures of early music, the droning atmospheric potential of the harmonium and simple sinewave-y synth tones sound perfectly at home here, and modern lute badass Jozef Van Wissem makes an appearance on a cover of “Them Bones” by Alice in Chains (more on that later). Like Dowland, the music of Seaven Teares draws heavily from the folk tradition, drawing from deep universal themes with a kind of direct simplicity—the more metrically complex moments of Extra Life are mostly gone in this music, replaced with an unambiguous focus on the music and the lyrics. And the recording itself sounds like it was captured mostly live, with some requisite room-reverb-mud and distortion in the mix adding to the somber vibes of the songs.
But I don’t think Seaven Teares intends for this music to be taken medicinally as some kind of high-art history lesson. Dowland is part of the context, but most of these songs focus on issues that are as acutely moving today as any era. It’s just interesting to note how much of the human experience stays relevant to people of any era, that we’ve all struggled with similar forms of despair well before the collective shift of our eyes downward into a fragmented abyss of touchscreen telephones.
The “universal feel” in the sound of Seaven Teares is greatly enhanced by dual lead vocals throughout the album: mostly relinquishing the lead singer role in this band, Looker is joined on most tunes by the voice of Amirtha Kidambi. In various configurations of singing in unison, harmonizing, or trading verses, the male/female co-vocal approach gives this music more gender inclusiveness than the often-masculine vibes of Extra Life. Charlie takes over vocals on a few noteworthy occasions, though, including the disturbing tale found in “Like Your Black Hair.”
For Extra Life fans, your favorite jam on “Power Ballads” is going to be “Our Lady of Sound.” Synths are more dominant here, with a sound approaching “Ripped Heart”-era Extra Life. The drums, devoid of cymbal work, have an almost country feel on this tune, and it’s easily the most uptempo number found here. And the album closer actually IS an Extra Life tune: the acoustic/vocal number “Thin Veil” previously heard on the Nat Baldwin/Extra Life split LP from 2008 is recast here with recorder countermelodies and harmonium drones, heavy on unison vocals and performed at a gloomy fraction of the tempo of the original.
Perhaps the most capital-c confounding moment on the album for me is the cover of “Them Bones” by Alice in Chains. It’s slowed down to about a quarter of its original tempo, the relentless vibes of the original turned into a funereal dirge. The 7/8 time of the original gets lost at this speed, instead taking on a triple meter feel on every chromatic shift of pitches in the verses. And the choruses are gentle, careful, “so alone.” This weirded me the fuck out at first, remembering the acute punishment of the original and thinking of the songs creepy prescience toward Layne Stayley’s early death, but after a while of swaying in its slow breeze of despair, I can vibe on it.
The packaging on this album deserves a special mention: the cover and inner jacket reproduce three paintings by Dawn Frasch, full of baroque gore rendered with a lot of purples and pinks. Like the music of Seaven Teares, Frasch’s art picks up on the underpinnings of death and darkness found in a lot of Renaissance art, and amps up the gore and despair to fully occupy the painfully large voids opened into our culture by Faces of Death, or Jerry Springer, or whatever modern equivalent of the Roman Colosseum you prefer. “Power Ballads” gets darker than I generally prefer to linger, but I’m glad this band can face Gehenna without flinching.
—Scott Scholz
Toshio Hosokawa - String Quartets (NEOS, 2012)
From docperkins, late due to my late listening of this.
Hosokawa does not fall prey of the temptation of self-orientalisation to which 武満徹 [Toru Takemitsu] – understandably enough and pitifully enough – does fall oftentimes, in Takemitsu’s apparent eagerness to bridge imaginary gaps between that which he considers ‘traditional Japanese’ and Western modern avant-classical, aka modern-atonal music, by melting them down in a synthesis that falls short of ‘happening’.
Takemitsu’s failure, which is not exclusive of his episteme, but rather ordinary in the aesthetics of composers who submit their muses to imaginative clashes between western versus non-western cultural patterns, had the ingredients to generate an appealing monstrosity, whereby the end-result would be unintended in relation to his intentions, and unexpected in relation to his expertise, as magisterially epitomised by Antonín Dvořák’s Symphonien Nos. 8 & 9 “Aus der Neuen Welt” (Berliner Philharmoniker/Rafael Kubelik) (I refer to “Aus der Neuen Welt”, of course).
However, to my perception, most of the times it is not what happens, as the liabilities of Takemitsu’s attempts soar up as unappealing small monuments to his own artistic limitations, derived from self-imposed ideological biases stemming from that prominent binary opposition Occident # Orient.
Notwithstanding the — hopefully — useful digression to try and get sharper focus on Toshio Hosokawa’s aesthetics, I would propose that his works therein, if hypothetically placed on an atonal continuum, would make sense located in-between Luciano Berio’s Sequenzas (Ensemble InterContemporain), and Salvatore Sciarrino’s Quartetto N. 7; Quartetto N. 8; Sei quartetti brevi (Quartetto Prometeo).
Hosokawa carves out his niche in the most radical cliffs along the fissure of the tonal atom, with the intensity practised by Maestro Sciarrino, and in several segments sounds as sparse as him. However, he always sends out generous nods, austere and elegant, to aural themes that are clearly perceptible and which can be followed throughout distinct atonal clusters, in Berio’s fashion. The latter, ravished, vandalised, are thrown to the listener with a brutality that is only redeemed by the finesse and originality that oozes from Hosokawa’s legacy, and strikes as amply gratifying, overflowing with expert inspiration.
Quatuor Diotima’s renditions are flawless. Fortunately, I do not have to choose between them and the execution of some of the same works as performed by Arditti String Quartet. I can only assure that one of my favourite Hosokawa’s works, namely, “Landscape V” should be pressed on vinyl and get spread worldwide. Side A would include Arditti’s version, and the other side, also Side A, would include Diotima’s; the EP should be given for free to modern music freaks, and to the ‘normies’.
(image series from here, h/t nohighs)
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Two from Joe Moffett
Last year, I covered a couple of excellent albums featuring Joe Moffett which you can read here—he’s one of my favorite trumpet players of the last few years. His work is always very listenable, with powerful tone, a great melodic sensibility, and he can move between the idioms of jazz and lowercase improv with confidence. Here’s a couple of albums featuring him as leader or co-leader, showing an even wider range of his musical skills.
Joe Moffett’s Ad Faunum
Poland’s esteemed Not Two Records brings us this Moffett-led quintet that explores a wide spectrum of free improvisation approaches. Compared to the “Strange Falls” record I reviewed last year, Ad Faunum stays closer to what I think of as “jazz” vocabulary, with more emphasis on exchanging phrases and less reliance on extended technique/sound exploration. That said, this album mostly eludes traditional interpretations of melody/harmony, opting instead for melodic passages evoking what Moffett calls “an almost ritualistic praise of animals” in the liner notes. I can vibe on that concept for sure: if you compare the interplay between musicians to watching animals exchanging sounds and clearly communicating their intentions, even if you don’t understand what’s happening word by word, you can easily get into the spirit of these improvisations. You don’t need to know the “words” to follow the conversation.
Like most improv albums, this music makes the most of rich contrasts: loud versus quiet, fast versus slow, staccato against legato, textural against more melodic passages, long tones against quick flutters, etc. But like the best of improv albums, Moffett has put together an amazingly tight group whose collective improvisations frequently sound composed. Each member commits to deeper forms of listening, supporting and teasing the music ahead in the moment as one would expect, but also thinking on a larger motivic time scale that brings distinction and real communication into every piece.
There’s a bit of Joe Maneri’s microtonal approach here, but like the microtones of the Psychotic Quartet I reviewed a while ago, they’re generally offered in the service of playing more in tune, building consonance-in-the-monent and aspiring to pre-equal temperament vibes, rather than some kind of extension of atonalism into even more potential fragments. Maneri’s system itself is quite regimented, at least in theory, into 72 equal divisions of the octave, though both Maneri and Ad Faunum draw from the system more intuitively as they play. One hears the influence of microtones best in slower ensemble sections, where the combined tones of each player shift gently into ever more precise declarations of the perfect note(s) to draw every phrase in perfect detail. But microtonal thinking works its way into solo sections, too. Take Noah Kaplan’s tenor solo toward the end of “Riding the Pegasus Down,” for example: supported only by the double bass of Jacob William, Kaplan teases out slow phrases, carefully lipping notes up and down just between the “expected” notes, teasing out more natural overtones with overblowing and just a touch of multiphonic work.
Luther Gray’s drum work on this recording is generally sparse, adding textural elements and working to subtly delineate phrases coming from the horns. That said, he lays down some serious grooves when the time is right in energetic tracks like the almost post-bop “Matador,” which also features super-busy twin bass attacks and rapid-fire exchanges of short phrases between Moffett and Kaplan. As one might expect, with 2 bass players in this lineup (Giacomo Merega on electric bass and Williams on double bass), they combine to take on a particularly visible role in the rhythm section, providing equal parts countermelody and propulsion throughout the record.
To mention a few highlights, the patient development of ideas in “The Other Species” feels like the spiritual center of the album. Starting with some compelling microtonal solo tenor passages, everyone gets a chance to make a statement here, both alone and in various duet and trio configurations, with lots of cymbal work, delicately bowed double bass, and occasionally almost electroacoustic-feeling electric bass providing subtle shifts in foundational textures between solo features. And the unsung hero of this Ad Faunum session must be Giacomo Merega, whose approach to the low end changes dramatically to best articulate every shift in the ensemble. From his delicate harmonics in “The Other Species” that develop into a chord-rich solo moment, to the all-out fuzz bass heroics that build dense walls of distorted glory throughout “Dove Tail,”Merega can both support calm sections with grace and lead the group into its most aggressive moments.
Twins of El Dorado - [portend the end]
On the opposite end of the improv/composition spectrum, the Twins of El Dorado, whose debut recording recently came out via Prom Night Records, is a highly composed duo album of playful intertwined lines. Moffett’s trumpet is joined by the vocals of Kristin Slipp (Art Bears Songbook, Cuddle Magic) for a real workout that remains highly melodic, evoking a diverse set of classical and pop idioms. Some pieces, like “I Will [Not Set an Emily Dickinson Poem to Music]” alternate between spoken word delivery and shifting harmonies that imply medieval motet writing. Other pieces, like the “Pond Long Song” that follows, have a contemporary art song feel, full of rhythmically complex, chromatically twisting unison lines and harmonic clusters right at home in 20th C. classical melodies.
Slipp and Moffett use a wide dynamic range throughout these pieces, but I’m amazed by just how much air they move when things get intense. Slipp has insanely great control of her voice, pulling off hundreds of wide intervalic leaps and outlining weird chords with flawless intonation. There are very few vocalists whose sense of pitch is good enough to dominate so effortlessly in this kind of duo format, tossing hocketed arpeggios between voice and trumpet, overlaying serpentine chromatic passages around one another, and reaching to stratospheric ranges in pieces like “Fare Thee” (one of the few pieces not written entirely by the duo). And neither musician hides behind a wall of vibrato—a lot of these pieces use a noticeably wide vibrato approach only for emphasis, or to evoke a quasi-operatic idiom in appropriate moments (or bugle-call moments on trumpet).
Moffett’s beautiful, clear tone is on full display throughout the album as well. It’s a pleasure to hear someone whose work I mostly know through improvisation delivering written passages so deeply. While these pieces don’t have a lot of high density notes-per-minute firepower from a soloist perspective, they’re quite virtuosic in terms of the precise intonation and rhythmic precision they require to sound so strong. There’s nowhere to hide in a duet, but these Twins can handle the pressure.
I really like this album, and I’ve also been finding that my friends and family who aren’t normally into the “weird” stuff I like really enjoy this, too. Every time I play this album, someone invariably asks me what it is and wants to know more about it. It’s playful and fun and wild in all of the right places, and even if you try to put in on quietly in the background, it demands full attention and a volume increase every time. Get in on this, folks.
—Scott Scholz
I featured this in my random cover collection earlier, but I hadn’t heard it until now. This album from Sundrugs is between ambient and dark ambient, with the latter being a greater portion of the sound. I’ve sworn off tonal ambient for the most part, and as a result, when my dark ambient hits the “bliss button” out of nowhere, there is a renewed feeling when it hits, like setting down Slowdive for 5 years or so and then hearing ‘When the Sun Hits’ out of nowhere.

The above “track” is just a phone recording I made while at the mall pictured above (via). The hallway was empty, and there was security tape around missing squares from otherwise pristine tiling (just like what you can see here). Those missing tiles were covered in mold, and nearby was the source of this sound: a broken speaker that oddly sped up the song in this broken, distorted way. Indeed, the reason I bothered to record this was it initially sounded like totally distorted digi-noise blasted in the hallway. When I realized it was the “ambiance,” of course I had to document it.
One more Bandcamp album for now (this was exists as a cassette, but I’m not sure if it is sold out or not). Asio Otus is a recent favorite, and their release on Sic Sic was gorgeous last year, which landed it towards the top of my favorites. While that one was an instant favorite because of chance (it seeped into my dreams in a particularly deep nap sleep), this one worked its way in patiently. The final 14 minutes (at least) are something to behold; both mind warping and pleasurable texturally, this record has a great deal of variety, moving from concrete to more electroacoustic fare, and straying into percussion, etc. like, perhaps, Lionel Marchetti might.
I’ve been into juke more and more, and Bandcamp seems to be the place to be (other than Planet Mu and a few others). I’m going to start posting some of my favorites here since the embed is so good looking now. This first one, by Dubb Parade, is my absolute fave of late, and the last two tracks are even more aggressive than you might expect from the genre, with a more Autechre meets ghettotech feel.
(h/t jukework)
Ryu Hankil, Hong Chulki & Choi Joonyong - All Ears Festival for Improvisert Musikk 2011 (2011)
Morton Feldman - Crippled Symmetry: At June in Buffalo (Blum, Vigeland, Williams) (2012)
David Behrman - Wave Train (1998)
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To the moon with Pierrot Lunaire
Lincoln drone-zoners Bus Gas released their sophomore cassette last fall on German label SicSic Tapes (last copies at the Bus Gas BandCamp), and one day last winter I found myself browsing the label’s discography. I recognized a few artists in their catalog whose work I’ve heard on other labels and enjoyed like Guenter Schlienz and Hobo Cubes, and I was mesmerized by the bizarre artwork for a double-cassette release by Pierrot Lunaire, “This Love of Mine.”
As it turns out, this is one record you can totally judge by its cover, with deep appreciation to Frédéric Cordier for his fine work on both sides of the mega-j-card gracing this wild double-height Norelco case. In fact, let’s pause for a moment and admire this art:
Amazing artwork and unusual packaging aside, a quick scan of the music itself made it clear that I needed “This Love of Mine” in my brain. As luck would have it, this solo project of John Denizio has produced a large number of recordings in the last few years, most of which have now found their way to my cassette decks/turntables. Having spent a few months with this music, all of the recordings feel marvelously interrelated. Together they function as repeated iterations of a grand modern-urban-entheogenic ritual, resonating emotionally with Giraud’s original “Pierrot Lunaire” poems more closely than Schoenberg’s Op. 21 of the same name.
The sonic palette is modest. One finds saxophones and effects, usually with an emphasis on fast lines and short bursts of activity, looped and layered into plaintive sections. Occasionally a round of melancholy vocals gets treated to the same process. Other sections are made of old song fragments, mostly 1950s and earlier, where short phrases are repeated, contrasted, blended in reverb, filtered, and sped up and down. And there are sections of synth/oscillator sounds that can range from tonal to textural playing.
I perceive three fundamental levels of activity in Pierrot Lunaire: At the “individual composition” level, these are collage pieces in which the different “blocks” of activities (sax/found-sound/synth/voice) are pushed against one another, but they stay within their own boundaries, rarely blending into one another simultaneously. Within the sound-specific blocks, small bits of sound are looped, layered, and manipulated, drenched in reverb and delay, and captured right at the edge of distortion and microphonic feedback.
The third level runs across all of the releases so far. Pieces tend to function as full sides of C30s, staying close to 15 minute durations each. Even “This Love of Mine” only runs a touch over 45 minutes altogether, making it clear that having one piece per cassette side was a conscious decision worth pushing the release onto double-cassette. But similar kinds of “blocks” are pushed into and around one another, piece after piece, tape after tape, creating a singular and very recognizable style. Though made by combining improvised sections, the final edits feel very controlled, each block worked and reworked thoughtfully. When new kinds of audio sources or different approaches enter the mix, or on an occasion where saxophones and thrift store cassettes cascade together into a block, they feel very significant as alterations of familiar terrain: the reverb is totally off, lots of long tones on the saxophones, some guitar playing, etc. It’s an effect that reminds me of early Jandek, like a “Nancy Sings” epiphany.
Let’s look at the project in literary terms: Denizio compares his improvisation/editing process to the Gysin/Burroughs cut-up techniques, and that’s precisely the vibe I get from the collective output of Pierrot Lunaire. Set aside those funky Material albums: this music is the real audio equivalent of the Word Hoard, establishing its own weird boundaries and imploding into near-infinite variations. Like the Nova Trilogy, Pierrot Lunaire evokes moments of acute emotional intensity while distorting your perception of time—are you experiencing a memory or a premonition?—and forms twist and repeat, and moments of familiar sounds, with their attendant cultural symbolism, anchor you momentarily, and they’re gone as quickly as you can identify with them, and the cycle repeats.
Also like Burroughs, I think it would be a mistake to become too fixated on the formal implications of Pierrot Lunaire and miss its emotional impact. In terms of surface form and sound, this kind of collage/montage work feels very postmodern. The emotional message, though, is closer to modernism, or even “amodern,” to use the term in Timothy S. Murphy’s “Wising Up the Marks,” which identifies the intent of the Burroughs oeuvre as collectively railing against societal degeneration, seeing through the masks of the bourgeoisie, etc. Burroughs saw through those flaws and pined for a more innocent time, though “other times” rarely turn out to be innocent in their turn. I’m sure the Symbolists like Mr. Giraud and others associated with the Fin de siecle movement would look for their conception of “innocence” still further back and further forward from their own position in history.
As for me, these Pierrot Lunaire recordings are powerful stuff toward the remembrance of “innocent times.” They alter my dreams when I listen to them late in the day, and they draw out weird childhood moments that haven’t entered my mind since they happened, like being scared and attracted simultaneously whenever this tripped out clip would come on Sesame Street in the early 80s:

Try to remember everything you pass
But when you go back, make the First thing the Last.
—Scott Scholz
The latest from Giant Claw: Mutant Glamour and Music for Film
It’s only been a year and a half since I reviewed Giant Claw’s “Midnight Murder” cassette, but I’m not even sure exactly how many tapes and LPs this Keith Rankin solo project has officially issued since then: if you go by the chronology on the Giant Claw BandCamp page, there are six releases between Midnight Murder and “Mutant Glamour.” Amazing!
But what’s even more remarkable than Rankin’s prolific nature is the persistent level of musical quality across the Giant Claw canon. All of these recordings work beautifully as self-contained suites, complete unto themselves, yet they all play nicely together as well, reaching for increasingly ambitious genre-smashing fun. And among a bunch of really great recordings, the “Mutant Glamour” LP is the best yet.
Like Pajjama, the music of Giant Claw stands out in the synths-on-cassette scene of the last few years: this music is fast, assertive, fun, and hyper-literate both musically and culturally. I love a good drone meltdown as much as the next fellow, but I can really vibe on the psychotic stylistic combinations in this music, all presented with equal parts precision and playfulness. Imagine if Yip-Yip and Wendy Carlos exchanged lycra unitards and music theory lessons: this music is purposeful even at its campiest moments.
Take opening track “Brain on Cream” for example: in under four minutes, this piece recalls workout videos, sci-fi soundtracks and haunted graveyard video games, even indulging in a showtune-esque bridge before the main theme returns at the halfway point, and it all dissolves into flurries of notes and saxophones in a long, frisky outro. Sometimes the music points toward more academic or “legit” cinematic music, evoking Peter Thomas through much of “Glitter Logic,” or early computer music in the blippiest sections of “Body Science,” while the addition of saxophones to almost half of the album has added a new element of Beefheart-ian whimsy in the perfect contrasting places. My favorite sax interjections on the album turn out to be tiny samples of sax players on YouTube (including Bill Clinton!) combined into the perfect reed-biting, trilling passages of obnoxiousness. Samples of mostly chromatic trumpet lines make an appearance later in “Man or Cream” as the perfect foil for some especially flatulent synth stabs.
This whole record flows together so well that “favorite track” designations don’t matter much, but I really dig the album’s closer, “Trapped in the Mirror.” The longest track of the album, Rankin takes an epic “early electronic” approach, a touch slower than most of the album, gradually building the piece with wide electronic vibratos, layers of arrpeggios, and a driving motorik pulse. It’s a rich, rewarding end to a great album.
Like previous Giant Claw releases, “Mutant Glamour” features beautiful artwork and album design by Rankin himself. I love the restraint of the black and white cover, which makes the pastel streaks of color on the back cover really stand out (not to mention the sweet center label)—but you should pick up the record and see for yourself.
As I was prepping my review of “Mutant Glamour,” I was pleasantly surprised by the appearance of “Music for Film” in the February/March cassette batch from Constellation Tatsu. A collection of music made for four film projects spanning 2009-2012, these short cues reveal new aspects of the Giant Claw concept.
Using a palette of sounds one would expect to hear from Giant Claw, Rankin’s film work is less dense vertically, simpler and more direct. There’s a bit of everything here compositionally: “Royal Decree” sounds like mid-period Residents, “Bouncing” is almost vaudeville, and the two “Piano Synthesizer Etudes” have a contemplative melodicism that pushes into Secret Chiefs 3 territory. Other pieces sound more like they’re made to supplement sound effects, like the “50s outer space” vibes of the “Century of Shame” tracks, or the clanging metal and choral synth washes of “Fear of the Dark.”
There are some really beautiful melodies here, like the theremin-esque melodies of “Tears,” lightly supported with block piano chords. And I love the simple melody nested in the middle voices of “Piano Etude.” Above all, “Music for Film” shows how the basic building blocks of Giant Claw—cool sounds, smart writing, and a sense of humor and cultural context—still function distinctively outside of the conceptual confines of albums, or any sort of chronology when you consider that the track sequence of this tape shifts freely through different times/film projects.
As Giant Claw albums seem to appear quickly, keep your ears open—word has it that the next one will be coming from my favorite cassette label of late, Field Hymns, very soon.
—Scott Scholz
Put on your Pajjamas
I was in love with Pajjama’s “Starch” cassette within its first 10 seconds, a rare and beautiful thing. Skillfully combining chiptune sequencing and live rock/prog playing on guitar/bass/drums/synths, this EP swings harder than any synth-dominant project I’ve heard in a long time. Lots of folks are doing fine work with chiptune music, but Pajjama’s work displays many bonus levels of compositional depth, making nods to influences like Chromelodeon and early YMO while drawing from a wide variety of 70s prog and 80s pop traditions. Magma-esque passages and “Uncle Meat”-era Zappa moments collide with video games and workout VHS tapes. Crazy good.
The live performance aspect of Pajjama really brings this music to life, particularly the jazz and funk-infused playing of drummer Kristian Valbo. I get the impression that all 3 Pajjama members have some background with jazz, as their unique blending of genres includes a lot of syncopation and a very confident sense of humor one often develops with a lot of practice and a lot of gigging. Primary composer Eirik Suhrke alternates between riffs and evocative chord progressions with ease, and he and Bernt Karsten Sannerud layer synth parts with great ears for mixing and balance—there’s a lot happening at times, but you can hear every detail no matter how dense the music gets.
For a release that doesn’t even make it to 13 minutes in length, I still find myself appreciating different aspects of the writing and arranging with every listen. The “Jean Baptiste” section and the 30-second introduction are my favorites, but the whole piece runs as a seamless suite—ah, and how can I forget those propulsive, insistent drums in “Vedaste!”—best to just listen to the whole thing. Repeatedly.
“Starch” was released in the middle of last year on Orange Milk Records, and the cassette features amazing artwork on a double-sided J-card designed by Keith Rankin (Giant Claw). The “regular” Orange Milk Page seems to indicate this album is sold out, but their StoreEnvy site shows availability? If all else fails, definitely get some Starch in your Pajjjamas via BandCamp.
February brought us the followup Pajjama EP on BandCamp, entitled “Jane Papaya,” which is just as thoughtfully written and arranged, but it focuses more on 80s pop/synth idioms and somewhat less on the more aggressive prog moments of the debut. Imagine the transition between Phil Collins’ mullet period to his later skullet period, and you’ll get the general idea. There’s sometimes a bit of a moody 80s fusion vibe, too, ala Tribal Tech and the like, especially in the outro of “Salty Price.” Jane Papaya will be released on cassette later this year by Orange Milk Records, and work on a third recording has already begun. Here’s the artwork for the upcoming Orange Milk release:
Related recordings: If you’re digging Pajjama, you simply must dig into more of Eirik Suhrke’s work as a video game composer. Working both under his own name and occasionally as Phlogiston, Suhrke has a real knack for writing simple-but-memorable melodies, perfect for game play. And he’s a real connoisseur of video game music history—this is the kind of guy who can pick out the programmatic nuances between music for the SNES and the Sega Genesis in only a few notes. And he applies that knowledge toward new projects with the skill of a sommelier, balancing nostalgic and forward-thinking tones to perfectly compliment games.
You can also find the history of Pajjama in Suhrke’s video game music: compare the recordings in Super Crate Box with the updated, Pajjama-licious Super Crate Box Special to hear how live instrumentation spices up already-solid chiptune writing. And the Spelunky score is rich with Pajjama and friends, rocking out game cues mostly under a minute in length.
And while I haven’t written much about avant-black metal in a long time, I have to add that Pajjama member Bernt Karsten Sannerud’s new album with Formloff, “Spyhorelandet,” is probably my favorite weirdo progressive black metal album since early Ved Buens Ende. Great writing, mixing, occasional vocal harmonies, killer guitar playing and arranging, actual audible bass guitar: a real triumph all around. I haven’t had much time to listen to this one yet, but I’m sure I’ll be spending more time with Formloff, as well as checking out what looks to be an avant-bm supergroup including Sannerud, Self Spiller.
—Scott Scholz
In case you missed them, here are the links to the rare songs Actress put on twitter a while back. Obviously they’re jams.
Mad Stereo
C.L.A.W
Murder Plaza
My Weed Is Strong Blud
Metal Tiger
Parallel Worldenjoy~
Each iteration of the site serves a different purpose. While many people follow on Tumblr, and the Facebook page has quite a few likes, the Twitter site, which will share rare and out of print records (the original purpose of the site), lags far behind because it has only been relaunched since December. Click here to check it out. This is the list of albums that have appeared previously.
Using sound waves to levitate individual droplets of solutions containing pharmaceutical drugs and drying them in mid-air.
I really enjoyed this.
Kanye West - Yeezus ALBUM REVIEW
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Densinghour vol. 51 by Tomomi Adachi / Annette Krebs
All my life I wait for answers but all I've got is those two straws I hang on. And the whispering wind and flower pollens and loads of dust. I l...