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                              Ellister |  
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                              Lander |  
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  Home | ELKHORN
                                  - SUN CYCLE and 
                                  ELK JAM (LPs from http://feedingtuberecords.com/)
                                 Blending
                                acoustic and electric guitar to startling
                                effect, the core duo of Jesse Sheppard and Drew
                                Gardner send Elkhorn of into deep space with a
                                West Coast Psych sound that wanders, meanders,
                                soars and glistens with a beauty that is hard to
                                describe but easy to get lost in.   
                                  On “Altun Ha” the opening tune on “Sun
                                Cycle” they are joined by Willie Lane (guitar)
                                and Ryan Jewell (drums) giving the music a sense
                                of dynamism that pulls the listener in
                                wonderfully, each musician listening to the
                                others and weaving the note and rhythms together
                                in a magical way. As the piece moves on you can
                                hear shades of both Jerry Garcia and the guitar
                                interplay of Richard Lloyd and Tom Verlaine the
                                track coming on like a trippy version of
                                “Marquee Moon”, which is no bad thing.   
                                  With a gentler vibe, “To See Darkness”
                                has a more acoustic/folk feel, the notes
                                rippling sweetly, the lack of percussion opening
                                the piece out in a more abstract way creating
                                warm cloak of sound that rests around your soul.     
                                  Complete with some fine tabla work, the
                                strangely named “Subway, Mirror , Heart” is a
                                slowly moving Raga that builds with energy to
                                lead away from the everyday, purely
                                instrumental, as are the other tracks, the
                                listener has plenty of time to paint their own
                                pictures as the music swathes them, music to
                                listen to intently, this particular piece
                                reminding me of the echoed work of John Martyn.
                                   
                                  Finally the album ends with “Song Of
                                The Sun” another shimmering epic that drifts
                                across your mind like the sweetness sunset
                                created by two talented and imaginative
                                musicians that work together in harmony and
                                light.     
                                  Channelling that west coast vibe to
                                even greater levels, “Elk Jam” finds the band
                                functioning as a four piece throughout, four
                                improvised (presumably) pieces that are soaked
                                in incense, soft pillars of musical smoke with a
                                delightfully trippy heart and a warm playful
                                nature that allows them to shine. Opening part
                                “I” is like listening to an instrumental version
                                of “Dark Star”, an unfolding slice of magic that
                                ebbs and flows through time, the playing top
                                notch, brimming with emotion and making you
                                smile, whilst “II” has a country jangle that
                                keeps that smile going the beautiful guitar
                                tones making the sun shine as you dance in
                                circles around the park.    
                                  Flipping the record over “III” seems to
                                be a continuation of “II” although it starts as
                                the piece steps through a door into another
                                realm, some inventive drumming keeping music
                                travelling forward until it fades out to reveal
                                the chiming wonder of “IV” another controlled
                                musical feast sparkles with joy.   
                                  You can tell everyone enjoyed making
                                this record and the result is modern music that
                                is enchanted and timeless, a precious thing that
                                needs cherishing in these times.   
                                  Released in early April and limited to
                                300 copies of each record, I urge you to track
                                them down before they sell out, a decision you
                                will not regret. (Simon
                                  Lewis) |  
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  | HEDVIG
MOLLESTAD
                                  TRIO – SMELLS FUNNY (LP/CD/DL
                                on Rune
                                  Grammofon)   MONTEAGLE
–
                                  MASTER (HIDDEN VALLEY) (SINGLE) (FireTalk
                                  Records)   Smells
                                Funny is the sixth album by Norway’s Hedvig
                                Mollestad Trio, which is headed by electric
                                guitarist esquire Hedvig Mollestad Thomassen,
                                along with bassist Ellen Brekken and Ivar Loe
                                Bjornstad on drums. 
                                The all-instrumental affair deals some
                                delectable jazz fusion, with sojourns along the
                                way into rock and prog. 
                                And, in a refreshing twist, the girls
                                rule in this band, with Ivar Loe Bjornstad
                                holding down the only Y chromosomes.   In
                                the first moments of listening out of the gate
                                to “Beastie, Beastie,” the initial signal to the
                                brain from Thomassen’s screaming guitar is that
                                this is straight ahead, high-order power trio
                                rock.  But
                                all isn’t necessarily what it seems. 
                                Pretty soon thereafter, the jazzy chords
                                and licks kick in and you’re off on a slightly
                                different trip. 
                                While you can hear similarities to
                                Mahavishnu Orchestra and Frank Zappa’s “Hot
                                Rats,” the closest comparison for me is to Blow
                                By Blow/Wired/There And Back-era Jeff Beck. 
                                Although Hedvig Mollestad Thomassen can
                                certainly shred with the best of them, like
                                Beck, she’s at her best wringing the most out of
                                tones, effects, and conjuring the feeling out of
                                every note.  Weaving
                                deftly between tempos, keys and effects, she
                                keeps you guessing what’s coming next. 
                                I have never heard a lady wield a guitar
                                quite like this, and I plan to explore more of
                                their catalogue to see what other fireworks lay
                                therein.   On
                                the nine minute “First Thing to Pop is the Eye,”
                                the rhythm section of Brekken and Bjornstad lays
                                down a terrifically propulsive foundation, while
                                Thomassen powers away on guitar. 
                                Again, the track reminds me of Jeff Beck
                                in its style of alternately lying low,
                                sustaining and drawing out what’s there,
                                followed by periods of sheer explosiveness. 
                                Thomassen is a graduate of the Norwegian
                                Academy of Music – indeed they all met at the
                                Academy and began their association there. 
                                And they sure sound like highly trained
                                virtuosos.  There
                                are moments on Smells Funny where they sound
                                more like Star Fleet Academy graduates, speeding
                                away at Warp Factor Ten.   “Jurasek”
                                slows things way down, but also delves further
                                into jazz, albeit melodic jazz, than its
                                predecessors.  Brekken
                                and Bjornstad add just the right elements of
                                quiet bass and drums that you could easily
                                picture any number of trad jazz instruments
                                taking the lead alongside them besides
                                Thomassen’s mellifluous, emotional guitar.   Bjornstad’s
                                solid drum flurry introduces “Sugar Rush
                                Mountain.”  Thomassen
                                and Brekken trade runs up and down the
                                fretboards, almost practicing scales, before
                                Thomassen finally unleashes that sugar rush. 
                                The piece is equal parts jazz, prog and
                                rock, and the trio muscle their way through in
                                splendid form.   Thomassen
                                leaps into “Bewitched, Dwarfed and Defeathered”
                                with a riff of heaviosity as if to say, “enough
                                of all this finesse, time for some good
                                old-fashioned head-banging.” 
                                She then gives way to Brekken and
                                Bjornstad playing some outrageous bass runs and
                                drumming.  Thomassen,
                                fresh from a short break, then dives back in the
                                pool like a cannon ball, spraying machine gun
                                guitar instead of water everywhere. 
                                It’s my favorite track on the album.   On
                                the finale, “Lucidness,” the trio return to jazz
                                explorations and improvisation, with Brekken’s
                                bass so heavy it almost sounds like rhythm
                                guitar or atmospheric synth work. 
                                Thomassen takes us skyward with some
                                exciting patterns and changes, before bringing
                                the album to a close.   If
                                you like loads of powerful guitar with a twist
                                of jazz, check out Hedvig Mollestad Trio. 
                                Theirs is a high-octane blend of refined,
                                intelligent fusion and Katy Bar The Door playing
                                which will blast those fading winter blues away.   Meanwhile,
                                back in February, we reviewed Midnight Noon, the
                                noirish Americana debut album by Monteagle, aka
                                Justin Giles Wilcox. 
                                Wilcox has gone back to Midnight Noon and
                                re-cut the song “Master” as “Master (Hidden
                                Valley),” issued as a new single. 
                                In the process, he greatly slowed down
                                the song about growing up as a naïve teenager in
                                the rural south, and turned it into an ethereal,
                                beautiful ballad. 
                                Chock full of finger picked acoustic
                                guitar and atmospherics, Monteagle has
                                transformed “Master (Hidden Valley)” into a
                                gorgeous melody that floats in the clouds. 
                                This is the version that should’ve been
                                on the album.  Highly
                                recommended!    (Mark
                                    Feingold) |  
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 | MOON
                                  GOOSE- SOURCE CODE  ASTRALASIA
                                  – A DIFFERENT KETTLE OF FISH  THE
                                  16th DREAM OF
                                  DR SARDONICUS – LIVE  SEN3
                                  - Volume 11 www.fruitsdemerrecords.com 
 This
                                month sees the release of four albums from
                                Fruits de Mer records, the first up on the CD
                                player is a double LP from Instrumental
                                Herefordshire band Moon Goose, an avian psych
                                space rock band who specialise in lengthy
                                instrumental tracks which are often broken down
                                into distinct parts. I believe this is their
                                debut studio album, they did provide a CD
                                sampler to Fruits de Mer which they duly
                                included in a summer festival goodie bag. 
 The
                                album starts with ‘Second Life’ a song which
                                introduces us to their modus operandi. Insistent
                                guitar yields to a Hawkwind style riff with
                                driving drums, wah wah guitar and keys.
                                ‘Knifeless Skinning’ slows things down, an
                                expansive twisting psych number. ‘Le Comte’
                                named after my favourite cheese is anything but
                                cheesy, twitchy drums and more wah wah, it
                                develops into a fine mysterious song aided by
                                some spooky keyboard fills. ‘The Mysterious
                                Coffins of Arthur’s Seat’ hoves into view, like
                                headlights illuminating a darkened country lane,
                                of things captured briefly and then enfolded
                                back into the dark, it builds and decays nicely.
                                ‘Goldfish in a Bag’ ups the tempo with a short
                                sharp blast of noisy organ flavoured garage
                                rock. 
 ‘Trains’
                                is an excellent song on which the band excel,
                                some terrific sounds being generated by the
                                synths, like a solar wind blowing through the
                                cosmos. Other songs I will highlight are
                                ‘Carnage’ which indeed is busy and loud. ‘Dark
                                Shit’ is another terrific song, after a brief
                                incantation the song opens up into a drifting,
                                echo laden space rock song, which in typical
                                Moon Goose style then shifts gear halfway
                                through into some cool riffage. ‘Garway Witch
                                Trial’ sees the super tight band complimenting
                                each other in fine style, as it twists and turns
                                through its many changes. The album closes with
                                ‘Fist Fight at the Bingo’ synths set to stun
                                open up the proceedings, before a knotty little
                                tune emerges, it’s clearly bonkers and the band
                                seem to be enjoying themselves. This is a neat
                                album that holds my attention throughout its
                                labyrinthine songs, excellent stuff.    
 Astralasia’s
                                double album sees Marc Swordfish give the
                                Amorphous Androgynous treatment to a number of
                                songs which have appeared in the FdM
                                discography, either as bonus songs or freebies
                                from festival compilations. Here he remixes a
                                number of mainly instrumental songs to form
                                lengthy pieces of music which take in all points
                                from eastern rock through to swirling synth
                                dominated tunes. 
                                Along the way we see The Chemistry Set’s
                                ‘Love or Confusion’ remixed to within an inch of
                                its life. ‘A Love Supreme’ on side two by Deep
                                Magick from the Coltrane 7” works very well in
                                its new guise, a perfect blend of east meets
                                west. A fine remix of The Chemistry Set’s
                                ‘Fountains of Ambience’ ups the psych quotient
                                and closes out side two. 
 A
                                distant tolling bell introducing to us Johnny’s
                                Little Brainticket in Dub, 
                                where ghostly neighing horses, ambience,
                                searing lead guitar solos and a steady beat,
                                confuse and delight in equal measure. The songs
                                on this album all bleed into each other and this
                                side ends with a full on remix of ‘Shamanic
                                Waterfall’. Side four opens with an expansive
                                ambient mix of The Sorcerer’s Apprentices.
                                Astralasia’s epic ‘The Desert’ is rendered as an
                                instrumental, and sees white hot sirocco winds
                                swirling around harmonica and bubbling lead
                                guitar. The album ends with The Chemistry Set’s
                                ‘Timothy Leary Forever’ (Legends Of A Mind’ put
                                through the blender, where the vocals of Dave
                                Maclean are joined by a heavenly mix of tablas,
                                synths, guitars, bass, drums and ‘tron. 
 This
                                double album works best when split up into side
                                long pieces, showing Marc to be quite a talent
                                at splicing all these songs together and
                                investing them with some excellent musical
                                interludes.   
 
 Another
                                double vinyl album, THE 16th
                                  DREAM OF DR SARDONICUS starts with the
                                wonderful crystalline vocals of Elizabeth Anne
                                Jones who as Elfin Bow delivers a note perfect
                                rendition of Sandy Denny’s ‘Who Knows Where The
                                Time Goes’ accompanying herself on acoustic
                                guitar. She follows this with ‘Grimshaw and the
                                Finger Claw’ a mandolin infused folk jig. I Am
                                Voyager 1 deliver an atmospheric ‘Songbird’.
                                Stay, from Barcelona contribute two fine songs,
                                Neil Young’s ‘Old Man’ and Buffalo Springfield’s
                                ‘Rock and Roll Woman’ moving away from the psych
                                of earlier years to harmony filled country rock.
                                Consterdine arrives with his various
                                synthesisers, delivering an eerie ‘A Spell For
                                Leonard’ before Fellowship Of Hallucinatory
                                Voyagers appear with ‘Moonlight Moorings’ a
                                drifting ambient space rock tune, the second
                                side of the album ends with The Alan Pire
                                Experience’s ‘Drifting South’. 
 Side
                                three is given over to Sendelica with ‘BS’ and
                                ‘Maggot Brain’. Then first song is a slow sax
                                dominated workout with jazz rock styling,
                                Funkadelic’s Maggot Brain has long been a
                                favourite and they do a fine job. Side four of
                                the album starts with The Fertility Cult’s
                                ‘Cosmic Kaishakunin’ which is a fuzz guitar and
                                sax dominated song before Nik Turner’s New Space
                                Ritual arrive to close out the album with two
                                songs ‘Steppenwolf’ and ‘Walking Backwards’. The
                                former is full of Nick’s trademark sax, on a
                                song which references Herman Hesse’s cult book
                                of the same name. The latter is a classic space
                                rock song. The album highlights a few of the
                                songs which made it onto tape after various
                                ghosts in the machine destroyed others. 
 
 Also
                                out on the label is an album by SEN3 who
                                have a blink and you will miss it vinyl release
                                imminent. It will coincide with their debut gig
                                at legendary London Jazz venue Ronnie Scott’s,
                                where they will also be releasing this album
                                (they will be supporting Sly And Robbie). Keith
                                from FdM will have a few copies to sell, as will
                                the band who will be selling a few copies on the
                                night; I believe it will be limited to just 100
                                vinyl copies. 
 They
                                are a three piece instrumental jazz rock band
                                who veer more towards rock than jazz and have
                                been occupying my stereo for the last few weeks
                                with a mesmerising set of modern sounding songs,
                                taking in everything from ethereal Floyd to
                                soulful Hendrix. If you have heard the music of
                                Texan excellent album, chock full of great
                                tunes, expertly played, I like it a lot. Max
                                O’Donnell: guitars, synths,
                                kalimba, metallophone. Dan Gulino: bass and
                                synth and Saleem Ramen: drums and percussion.  
 Track
                                1 ‘Night Pay’ provides us with a languid,
                                loping, opening song, with attacking drums and
                                fluid guitar bursts plus towards the end some
                                nice harmonics from Max. ‘The Keeper’ is
                                altogether funkier, with subtle touches of wah
                                wah. Sumac is a lot rockier, with some flanged
                                Floydian passages; again it is quite funky with
                                some excellent guitar playing. Pigeon is a whole
                                lot jazzier, bubbling progressive bass and busy
                                probing drums, it has a great rhythmic quality
                                and I’m reminded of players like Jeff Beck,
                                Mitch Watkins and Larry Coryell. The standout
                                track on the album for me is ‘L37’ and at almost
                                ten minutes duration also the lengthiest track.
                                It’s dubby and bouncy with plenty of echo and
                                space, as the song progresses we are treated to
                                a ton more of Max’s subtle wah wah. The album
                                ends with ‘End’, it’s like dropping the needle
                                towards the end of a song, and at only just over
                                a minute long, before we know it, we have.  
 (Andrew
                                    Young) |  
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                                  ELLISTER – TELEGRAPH HILL (LP
                                on You
                                  Are The Cosmos Records) For
                                some time now Jack Ellister has been building a
                                solid reputation as an engaging live performer
                                excelling in fine song craft, intelligent cover
                                versions and inventive guitar explorations,
                                often based in acoustic psychedelia and folk
                                with occasional forays into electronic sounds
                                and textures. His recorded output, usually on
                                limited run releases reflects this diversity
                                well and ‘Telegraph Hill’ continues an
                                impressive run. It’s a short record at around a
                                half an hour in length with nine tracks mixing
                                predominantly acoustic songs with electronic
                                soundscapes providing ambient interludes.  The
                                opening track ‘Roots’ is a short and gentle
                                acoustic ballad with a Cohen-esque mildly
                                melancholic quality to it. ‘High Above Our
                                Heads’ strays rather pleasantly into the melodic
                                psych-prog crossover territory inhabited by
                                bands like Magic Bus and raises the tempo with
                                drums and a more sprightly acoustic riff.
                                Flurries of flute and electric guitar provide a
                                more overtly psychedelic edge that also captures
                                the feel of early Bowie and Caravan with a
                                little Beatle-esque repeating melody at the end
                                where a few ‘na na na nanana na’s’ are allowed
                                if you want to sing along. ‘Maureen Feeding The
                                Horses’ is the first instrumental interlude
                                where a spectral electronic ambience envelopes a
                                delightful acoustic guitar melody in just over a
                                lovely minute and this is followed by ‘Fill
                                Another Glass’, another short acoustic song with
                                a gentle wash of echo and strings adding warmth
                                to what would otherwise be a more sparse and
                                chilly creation. ‘Mind Maneuvers’, one of the
                                longer tracks at just under five minutes, starts
                                with a subtle but slightly leftfield latin
                                undertone not unlike Arto Lindsay’s forays into
                                this field but soon evolves into an elegant and
                                instrumental tune built on prominent drums and
                                sweeping synths with a hint of cinematic and
                                dare I say ‘prog’ grandeur.  Opening
                                the second side we have the title track, another
                                elegant acoustic track with a gently anthemic
                                feel. ‘Reminder’ is another fine acoustic tune
                                after which the tone of the record shifts into
                                ambient folk/kosmische territory on the rather
                                lovely short instrumental ‘Icon Chambers’. The
                                record finishes with ‘Condor’, by far its
                                longest piece at over seven minutes and it’s a
                                bit of a gem. Starting with a simple acoustic
                                strum, musical colours and slowly growing
                                intensity are added on the journey with
                                ritualistic percussion, digeridoo, slide and
                                synths working up a gentle storm that’s part
                                raga and part prog inspired stately dance.  This
                                is a short record but it packs an awful lot of
                                invention and musical treasure into its grooves.
                                Explore the world of Jack Ellister as part of
                                your day or night time listening experience and
                                you will be richly rewarded. (Francis Comyn)  |  
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                                  LANDER – SEASONS OF SPACE - BOOK #2 (LP/CD/DL
on
                                Clostridium
                                    Records)   Maat
Lander
                                is both the name of the band and the name of the
                                main character in the science-fiction saga
                                described in this album of captivating space
                                rock.  The
                                band is the project of guitarist Ilya Lipkin of
                                The Re-Stoned, and brothers Arkady Fedotov
                                (bass, synths, effects) and Ivan Fedotov (drums)
                                of Vespero.  Coming
                                from this pedigree of fantastic Russian bands,
                                Maat Lander really delivers the goods. 
                                It has everything you’d want to hear from
                                a superior space rock album – swirling cosmic
                                synths and atmospheric effects, piercing guitar
                                playing, and a sonic journey out of this world.   Both musically and in
                                concept, the album picks up where Seasons of
                                Space – Book #1 left off. 
                                The album is all instrumental, but the LP
                                and CD come with an illustrated booklet about
                                the tale of Maat Lander, with story and stunning
                                artwork by Ilya Lipkin. 
                                In Book #1, Maat travels through outer
                                space, while in Book #2, his travels are through
                                inner-space.  Here
                                is an excerpt I think plenty of us can get
                                behind:  "And
there
                                was a melody that stuck in his head. Where may
                                he have heard it? Oh, it must be Crystal Lake by
                                Klaus Schulze, a composer from the blue planet
                                nearby the star G2V. Maat remembered his voyage
                                to this planet, which its people called Earth.
                                He didn’t like all the music he heard there —
                                only a few of earthlings composed something
                                worth listening.” Opener
“Realm
                                of the Firelimbies” is certainly worth listening
                                (to).  It
                                starts with some mellow ambience, but in short
                                order it spins up and gets the pulse racing and
                                the blood flowing for the remainder of the
                                track, with Ilya playing some amazing guitar. 
                                Next track is “There, Where the Crystal
                                Image of the Whole Space Dwells,” a title which
                                I can pretty much guarantee won’t entirely fit
                                on the display of your car stereo or personal
                                listening device of choice. 
                                This one starts with a slight “Shine on
                                You Crazy Diamond” type feel, except that Ilya
                                Lipkin plays at approximately the speed of
                                light. The
                                cinematic “Klaus, I’m Lost Among the Molecules”
                                pays more tribute to Klaus Schulze, and
                                showcases the band’s strengths – key and tempo
                                changes, masterful guitar work by Lipkin as
                                accomplished as it is effects-laden and trippy,
                                and sumptuous, literally out-of-this-world
                                rhythm and electronics by the Fedotov brothers. 
                                With “Quantum Ballad” we hear some
                                acoustic guitar and nice melodic work. 
                                A bit more jazzy, the song gives way to
                                metallic synths and more electric guitar soloing
                                by Lipkin, before finishing with an almost
                                flamenco-from-space sound. 
                                Of course! On
                                the nearly ten minute “Space Scum,” our heroes
                                rock out and all I can say is, Damn! 
                                After a spirited opening section, Maat
                                Lander tones it down for a more restrained
                                middle.  But
                                you know all the while they’re lulling you into
                                a false sense of security for a final onslaught. 
                                When the inevitable comes, grab onto
                                something solid and hold on. Bonus
tracks
                                include the interlude “Galaxy Passage #5” and
                                the bouncy “The Asteroid of Living Machinery.” Seasons
of
                                Space – Book #2 is epic space rock, brought to
                                you by some of the very best practitioners. 
                                With flecks of jazz, huge forays of prog,
                                and virtuoso musicianship that never lets up
                                from start to finish, Maat Lander has dealt us
                                some of the best sounds this side of Pluto.  (Mark
                                    Feingold) |  
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 | SLY
                              & THE FAMILY DRONE –
                              GENTLE PERSUADERS (LP on Love
                              Love Records)
 
 There aren’t that many certainties with new records
                            but one of them surely is that a new offering from Sly
                              & The Family Drone will not be easy
                            listening. This is a good thing and has yielded rich
                            rewards over several years of listening that’s never
                            less than challenging and quite often a lot of fun .
 
 ‘Gentle Persuaders’ consists of four tracks, each
                            with a strange and wonderful title and hits the
                            ground running with the near fifteen minutes of
                            ‘Heaven’s Gate Dog Agility’. Horns bellowing one
                            minute like a big ship adrift in fog or a brooding
                            black and white thriller and the next like banshee
                            howls and cries are married with cavernous drum and
                            cymbal figures and often dissonant electronics. We
                            get spacious and sparse sections which have a raw
                            minimalism and also great waves of ritualistic,
                            intense, pummelling drumming topped with howling
                            free jazz blow outs as the dynamics of this track
                            shift through a number of gears on its journey and
                            give us swampy noir and ecstatic noise in equal
                            measure. Following this opening track was never
                            going to be easy but ‘New Free Spirits Falconry
                            & Horsemanship Display’ manages to jump hurdles
                            well enough. Its opening barrage of free blowing is
                            soon joined by an insistent drum pattern around
                            which a swirling mayhem of skronk and blasts of
                            electronic noise whip up a very satisfying storm.
                            ‘Votive Offerings’ brings a raw subtlety to
                            proceedings with a more restrained, atmospheric
                            opening that soon gathers a rare toe tapping swing
                            underneath the layers of drone and noise textures.
                            From the middle of the track the free jazz blow out
                            returns in the form of a snowballing sax and heavily
                            distorted electronics which is ferocious and yet
                            still keeps the earlier swing intact by the skin of
                            its teeth before a spluttering, gasping finale.
                            Finally ‘Jehovah’s Wetness’ has a very psychedelic
                            and almost sci-fi feel with its echo drenched sax
                            and drums and spacey opening. Once again the noise
                            escalates and a dense swirl of righteous racket
                            erupts before fading out to a repetitive bleeping
                            series of sax notes.
 
 This is a raw, intense and noisy pleasure of the
                            highest order. It has an intensely live feel and
                            surprisingly wide dynamic range with subtlety,
                            atmosphere, restraint and often an all out assault
                            on the senses in various combinations across the
                            tracks. For those who like the jazzier/post rock end
                            of improvisation occasionally inhabited by Keiji
                            Haino and Fushitsusha or Dead Neanderthals or the
                            improvising intensity of Peter Brotzmann or Mats
                            Gustafsson for example there is much to enjoy. For
                            anybody else looking to wake up their ears, dive in
                            and experience the thrill of it all.
 (Francis Comyn)
 
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                                  LENNON DELIRIUM –
                                  SOUTH OF REALITY (LP/CD/DL
on
                                ATO
                                  Records)   Main
Primus
                                man (and loads of other outfits) and bass god
                                Les Claypool and Sean
                                Lennon have released their second LP as The
                                Claypool Lennon Delirium, South of
                                Reality.  The
                                album is solid through and
                                through, and as follow-ups go, a significant
                                upgrade from impressive debut,
                                2016’s Monolith of Phobos. 
                                The album is
                                a veritable love affair with classic prog, and
                                you could have a lot of fun
                                playing spot the influences, among them
                                Trespass/Nursery Cryme-era Genesis,
                                Yes, Gong, Frank Zappa, and even Magic Bus.   While
Monolith
                                of Phobos was perhaps dominated just a bit more
                                by Lennon than
                                Claypool - just my perception - South of Reality
                                is very much a 50/50 effort,
                                and is so much the better for Claypool’s
                                increased contribution in writing,
                                singing and playing. 
                                The two played all
                                the instruments and produced the album. 
                                Claypool
                                and Lennon are made for each other. 
                                Both
                                are virtuosos with, shall we say, a penchant for
                                the weirder side of life. 
                                If Monolith of Phobos seemed at the time
                                like
                                a “project,” it’s now apparent that this is a
                                real band.  As
                                you would expect from these two, the
                                playing is first-rate, the lyrics are often
                                off-the-wall bonkers, and the
                                result is great fun. 
                                But in writing the
                                lyrics, Claypool and Lennon aren’t being weird
                                for the sake of being
                                weird.  Many
                                of the songs have a Lewis
                                Carroll/Jonathan Swift/Kafka-esque quality of
                                satirical fantasy full of
                                interesting commentary on the present times.    Opener
“Little
                                Fishes” is a Syd-like tune that takes aim at
                                everything from chemical
                                herbicides to mercury laden fish and much much
                                more.  “Blood
                                and Rockets,” another jaunty tune, relates
                                the fascinating tale of Jack Parsons
                                (1914-1952).  He
                                was a pioneer of liquid and solid fuel
                                rockets, one of the founders of the Jet
                                Propulsion Laboratory and the Aerojet
                                rocket company. 
                                He was also a follower
                                of Aleister Crowley and ran the California
                                branch of Crowley’s Thelema order. 
                                He would leave his wife for her sister,
                                who
                                would in turn leave him for L. Ron Hubbard, and
                                the two of them would cheat
                                Parsons out of his life savings. 
                                His
                                rituals and counterculture activities would
                                eventually get him thrown out of
                                rocketry work.  Parsons
                                would die at the
                                age of 37 in a home laboratory explosion
                                shrouded in mystery. 
                                It’s a story tailor-made for a
                                Lennon-Claypool
                                song, and they don’t disappoint, with lyrics
                                like “after one of his alchemical
                                magical ceremonies/they found his body in a pile
                                of blood and debris.”   “Easily
Charmed
                                by Fools” fires away at people who “swipe right
                                for pretty boys on
                                Tinder,” others who send their money away to
                                television evangelists, and those
                                who cast their vote according to who will
                                protect their guns (it’s a US
                                thing).  “Amethyst
                                Realm” is my favorite
                                track on the album. 
                                It’s a demented
                                story of a man who’s furious about losing his
                                girlfriend, whose home and body
                                are invaded by a spirit who gives her her first
                                “phantgasm,” leading her to
                                swear “she’d never again want to touch a living
                                man.”  The
                                prog break is just wonderful, with
                                Claypool slapping away at his bass and Lennon
                                playing a great, churning guitar
                                solo over a Mellotron; close your eyes and you
                                can practically see The Famous
                                Charisma Label spinning, and all’s right with
                                the world, folks.   “Toady
Man’s
                                Hour” is pure Claypool, a swampy, biting,
                                twisted swipe at film producer
                                Harvey Weinstein and his sexual assaults on many
                                women.  “Cricket
                                Chronicles Revisited” returns to the
                                realm of “Cricket and the Genie” from the first
                                album.  It’s
                                about doctors over-prescribing
                                medications as an easy panacea for any and all
                                ills (“Is your throat just a
                                little bit too dry?/Trouble looking anyone in
                                the eye?...Ask your
                                doctor.”)  After
                                an eastern raga-inspired
                                break, we are presented with a satirical
                                disclaimer from a medicine ad of
                                “Psyde Effects,” including everything from
                                “angry frog face” to “radioactive
                                genes.”  Closer
                                “Like Fleas” has Mother
                                Nature exacting her revenge on us for ravaging
                                the earth.   South
of
                                Reality is well worth your time. 
                                Even
                                if not for all the warped lyrics, musically it’s
                                progalicious from start to
                                finish.  Finally,
                                a shout-out to the cool
                                cover art by Hisaki Yasuda is in order. 
                                If you have a chance to see The Claypool
                                Lennon Delirium this year, by
                                all means do.  In
                                addition to the
                                originals, they always play some surprising,
                                wonderful covers.  
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                                  AND
                                  JULIE TIPPETT, LINO CAPRA VACCINA, PAOLO
                                  TOFANI – A MID AUTUMN NIGHT’S DREAM  (LP/CD on Dark
                                  Companion Records) Keith and Julie Tippett will be very familiar to
                                readers of
                                Terrascope Online for their various adventures
                                in the spheres of beat pop,
                                psych and the more avant garde and adventurous
                                end of the progressive rock,
                                jazz and improvisation rainbow. This recording
                                dates from 2016 and is of a
                                concert performance at the Conservatorio
                                Nicolini in Piacenza with Italian
                                musicians Lino Capra Vaccina and Paolo Tofani
                                making up a sterling quartet that
                                touches many of those bases in its breadth and
                                imagination.  Starting off with sparse otherworldly piano, plucked
                                strings,
                                small percussion and a quite startling vocal,
                                the performance is immediately
                                compelling and richly atmospheric blending
                                sounds taken from jazz, modern
                                composition and electronic experimentation into
                                a spacious airy ambience. A
                                more turbulent passage follows where the
                                instrumental soup thickens,
                                percussion, piano and vocals intensify resulting
                                in a freer, more overtly
                                improvised section but with traces of African
                                melodies woven into the sound
                                that hold the attention and retain the character
                                and feel of an exploratory extended
                                song suite rather than simple improvisation. A
                                rolling piano and cymbal driven
                                theme follows which has a dark edge and a much
                                stronger composed feel or undertone
                                in part due to the rhythmic piano playing and
                                colours provided by electronics
                                and strings. An extended exotic, dark and at
                                times more recognisably jazz
                                improvisation inflected section emerges from
                                this but that does not adequately
                                describe the ideas at play. The interplay in the
                                small sound details, the musical
                                landscape painted and astonishing vocals from
                                near whispers to emotional cries takes
                                us to strange and wonderful places not always of
                                this earth or shall we say a
                                dreamscape that takes us in a swirling and often
                                fleeting yet recurring trip
                                through space, contemporary jazz and classical
                                music with European and Asian folk
                                tinged atmospheres, gentle pastoral melodies and
                                harsh metallic and often
                                industrial jolts. It’s a flowing, dramatic and
                                dynamic journey, and out of
                                this, a moment of pure magic and inspiration
                                emerges bringing us into the
                                beautiful African melody (not unfamiliar to fans
                                of Keith Tippett from earlier
                                recordings and performances) of Mongezi Feza’s
                                ‘You Ain’t Gonna Know Me ‘Cos
                                You Think You Know Me’ with a simple, almost
                                spiritual piano, gorgeous vocal
                                and the subtlest of percussion, bells and chimes
                                playing almost as a music box
                                to a gentle and quite lovely hushed conclusion.
                                It’s a beautiful ending to the
                                record and both complements and contrasts with
                                what has gone before quite
                                perfectly. This is a beautiful record from an inspired quartet
                                that
                                creates in a little over fifty minutes something
                                impossible to pigeonhole and
                                which navigates and brings together influences
                                and inspirations with
                                intelligence and imagination. The vocal
                                improvisations of Julie Tippetts that
                                weave their way through this recording are
                                simply stunning and ride the rich
                                array of widescreen and microsounds from the
                                quartet to great effect. Each
                                listen opens up a new small treasure or nuance
                                and a new perspective on the
                                music. For the listener that wants to be
                                challenged out of their comfort zone
                                into the spaces between jazz, improvisation, art
                                song and the furthest reaches
                                of progressive music this is a wonderful place
                                to stay a while and get a little
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