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| Random shit talk, and 2 albums you should already own. |
| Roy Starin |
Hello, all. Here we are, together again. I think this part of the website is still operational, so I will pick up the slack as far as shit talking and name dropping is concerned. And awaaaaay we go....
So I was totally at a cool art opening on Friday night, hob-nobbing with all the underground (lowbrow is sooooo gauche) artists at some gallery that is right next to the Wiltern. We were all having a wonderful time, taking pictures and tripping out at the 7 foot tall Jesus-like dude there, and then the unthinkable happened. Shepard Fairey took over on the turntables. That dude has the worst taste in music ever. Seriously, it was so bad that it was making people upset. When El Don took back the reigns, there was a collective sigh of relief and maybe even a cheer that erupted from the cramped, sweaty crowd. So if I may offer some unsolicited advice to Mr. Fairey; stick to your day job. I don't know if a semi-colon is appropriate for that last sentence, but fuck it, I am sticking with it.
There is supposed to be an album coming out that features Deniz Tek and the Godoys. I think it's called The Last of the Bad Men. They sent me an email and told me I was gonna get a copy. I believe that the words used in the email were "this is a priority", or something along those lines. So I have been faithfully checking my mailbox since, and it's been strangely devoid of this priority CD. What happened dudes? Are you seeing someone else? I was even planning on plugging the whole Radio Birdman tour and giving mad love all the way around, but I got stiffed.
And lastly, I saw Salman Agah (with some other dude that looked suspiciously Bro-Brah) at this Mexi joint in Long Beach yesterday. He did not acknowledge my existence. Doesn't he know who I am?
I think that's all the name dropping and shit talking that I have for you. My life isn't all that exciting after all, and I don't get invited to all the cool parties that MRZ and Blkprjkt go to. Fuckers.
Alright, now to the albums. I'm digging a little further into the crates today, and these two are on the experimental side of things.
1) Negativland-Escape From Noise.
Negativland is one of those bands that I discovered by mistake. SST used to be the ultimate skate rock label, and this album was part of the SST catalog. I got my hands on a copy some years ago,and have been fascinated ever since.
This album (and Negativland in general) is an exercise in sound collage. Escape From Noise is primarily a collection of statements about subjects like the music industry, Christianity, advertising, and other things that appeal to the young anarchist in all of us. And the list of guests on this album is pretty rad too. Let's see, there's Jello Biafra flushing a toilet, Jerry Garcia with "mouth sounds and chimes", Mark Mothersbaugh (who plays about 17 instruments), and The Residents amongst many, many others. This all adds up to a really compelling listen, and it's fully worth your time.
2) i am spoonbender- Sender/Receiver
Do you ever watch Mythbusters? You know that one dude, not the one that wears the silly beret, the other one. He sports an i am spoonbender shirt on that show from time to time, and that makes me think that he has really good taste in music. Sender/Receiver is one of those records that does not conform to genre or structure of any kind, and the result is something that I have genuinely never heard before. There are moments where one could spot influences here and there, but that would be missing the point. One track folds and twists into the next, long passages of noise meld into identifiable forms that meld into snippets of sound that meld into electro pop. You get the picture. Albums that challenge the definition of music are of utmost importance. When they are a good listen to boot, that's just butter.
Ok kids, go buy these forthwith. And for all you old dudes, learn to ollie. It feels good, trust me.
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rstarin74@yahoo.com
Roy Starin
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