Showing posts with label deerhoof. Show all posts
Showing posts with label deerhoof. Show all posts

Tuesday, 5 May 2009

TRACK BY TRACK ~ Deerhoof - The Man, The King, The Girl





















To my mind, zee best Deerhoof record. If you want to hear the sounds of friends in friends' houses recording their own bonding processes over beer, get this.

1. Tiger Chain
From the first wrecked chord the Hoof are onto something special. It begins sounding like a stumbling awakening to a barren Terminator landscape, except everything's made of felt. Then comes one of the best drops everr - Rob's squealing guitars flail into an insane and lovely wash of Greg's drums and Satomi's fractured, angelic vocals. 'Slather me with butter / Ring around the world ash pit.' she sings like a girl with no friends at a party.

2. Polly Bee
Genius-ly, 'Tiger Chain' is followed by an instantly catchy little love called 'Polly Bee'. 'All my love to the sun in the morning sky / Mommas unhappy all the time.' Satomi sings over strange, hypnotised keys that get crunched into nothingness by punked out riffs and catchy basslines.

3. Sophie
There is something awesome about entitling a track a girls name and then it consisting of nothing but unhinged noise.

4. A-Town Test Site
Greg destorys his snare drum and we start to think whether this album should come with a pack of paracetomols. This is pretty good showcase of how emotive rhythm can be, something that Greg Saunier is an absolute demon at.

5. Gold on Black
Dark-ass slayage from Rob on this track with a killer fucking riff followed by more awesome key harmonies and some truly piss-taking fills from Greg. A track to have rough biker-sex to.

6. For Those of Us on Foot
This is a track I can imagine would cause people to be put off early Deehoof by. An ungodly rash of hiss with what is basically animals communicating in song, whilst singing the chorus we just heard to 'Polly Bee'. Builds to some slammin' march rhythms and a recording of one of the band's angry dogs snarling at the mic. I forget who's dog it is, but he is credited in the liner notes.

7. Gore in Rut
Tracks like this make me sad that Greg has reigned in his jazz-spazz-stab drumming skills for something a bit more... indie. 'I can't have it / The monster rabbit' Satomi sings (I think). One of the pleasures of this record is that what you hear changes every time. Isn't that the point of music?

8. Wheely Freed Speaks to the People
A showcase in the violent/lovely aesthetic that Deehoof basicaly invented. Some gorgeous chord progressions and soprano harmonies from Mrs. Matsuzaki. A real mover.

9. Bendinin
A kind-hearted flag of a song in the tradition of the wonderful 'Dinner for Two' off Apple O'. There is a short bit of this where Greg's vocals sound so poor that he seems like a lost idiot that needs help, and this I love.

10. Itchy P-Pads
Clang, clang, clang. A burst of ungodly racket after the cooling down of 'Bendinin'. There are parts of silence in this where I can imagine them playing in the living room.

11. The Pickup Bear
This is such an amazing song. Crazy-short at just over a minute, Satomi sings 'The pick up bear' with such knowing. I get this image of a bear that the band know that gives them lifts around the place, and most of the town know him, but he's not very nice to you if you don't know him.

12. The Comedian Flavorists
There is a strange smell of Reveille in this track - very major LA LA sounding announcement-like songs.

13. Queen of the Mole People
Final song of calm, back of a coach journey music. Greg's drums are so tame in this, but you can feel a sense of an excited kid getting drunk on champagne at a wedding - there's too much enthusiasm. It's profound fun. End lyric 'I forgot my money, I forgot my money' gives me chills.

& 14. - 18
The live tracks. Deerhoof really lived it when they were starting out playing live. You can hear the awe of the audience, absolutely in shock at how bad the band are that are playing before them. They sound even more retarded than the Shaggs for god's sake. This is, of course, why they mean everything. 'Carriage' is a fine example of animalistic, wrathful screaming and horror, as is 'The Mausker'. On one of the tracks you can hear a guy (I guess it was recorded from the back of the venue) say 'What the hell is this?'. I would have loved to be at one of these penetrating shows. It's dangerous to let yourself like early Deerhoof - as someone reviewing at pitchfork said 'Deerhoof have lost me friends, apartments and several girlfriends' but you will be a richer person if you dig into the early recordings and give in to their terrible charm.

Sunday, 5 April 2009

That Ghost


Bastardingly young Ryan Schmale takes DIY to a land of sunny sun sun dark surburbia trippin' home to the haunted house in his one man effort, That Ghost. 'Open Windows' especially sounds like a reflection on a perfect date, with images of summer and freaking out on the newly-cut grass for hours. He has a gift for harmony without any particular sentimentality - just honest polaroids of memorable times. 'Going Out When It's Warm at Night' is a particular french fancy of nice musical space, with cool, momentary vibes of Deerhoof's 'Dinner for Two' and wine bottles with candles in. 'Never Have Fun' is a particular staple of tightly shambolic groove smash on the decent drums and hot school hall guitar tones. One to drink orange squash thru a straw to.

-S

Listen ~ That Ghost - Open Windows



That Ghost - Never Have Fun [mp3]
That Ghost - Going Out When It's Warm At Night [mp3]

Wednesday, 11 March 2009

The Bitters (I am excited about this band like a tramp gets excited about eating)


Gordon Bennett! Not only do Bitters sound as good as they look, and taste like nice bitter pints ov ale on a noice sammer's day, but they are so good that they are LITERALLY grazing the possible shelf of New Favourite Band Material. And I haven't had a new favourite band since the early Times New Viking records, and before that, the ancient, craggy blasts of the early Deerhoof LPs like 'The Man, The King, The Girl'. So competition is steep.

But Bitters come as a fully-formed House Party/College Radio Punk Band for the best kind of losers, only with none of the pretentions of not being able to write killer songs, harmonise awesomely, or be (the difficultest, most deadly word)... catchy. They gots it all, basically. They're the kind of band you hear whilst holding the hair up of some puking girl, drunk and bored, and then they play, from a paint-covered stereo in someone's kitchen, and summer is tomorrow. They haven't even played a show yet. I hope I didn't jinx them too bad...