teh last sucker iz u 5
After spending the week wrestling with my own bad conscience, trying to decide just how accountable to hold myself for the music I own by murderers, anti-Semites, neo-Nazis, and other sorts of people with whom I do not hold, it’s something of a blessing to listen to something I can wholeheartedly support: the most recent Ministry record is loud, it is pissed, and it is pissed for all the right reasons. We are tangled in the thresher of a very stupid war, we are governed by mendacious, authoritarian idiots who have committed very real crimes against whatever morality we collectively share, and our society is beset by corruption – corporate, environmental, moral – on all sides. Al Jourgenson belts out all these sentiments and more with the same cartoony hard-edged clarity that has always been Ministry’s stock in trade.
The Last Sucker is a very fine Ministry album on its own merits, being at least as good as Psalm 69, and having one or two songs that are far better than anything on that album. Somewhere along the line Ministry transformed from an arty industrial techno parody of thrash metal into the real thing, and on this album they can stand toe to toe with Strapping Young Lad – the band who, in my opinion, took the latent promise of Burning Inside and converted it into something powerful and real, in much the same way that the Pinocchio at the end of the tale is more real than the puppet at the beginning. It’s not real subtle, but isn’t that the point?
I don’t think it’s too much of a stretch to say that Ministry is a product of Clan Bush. Ministry’s finest albums (StigmataThe Land of Rape and Honey and Burning InsideThe Mind is a Terrible Thing to Taste, of course) were a product of Bush I, and during the Clinton years, Jourgenson – and Ministry – sunk into a torpor that has only lifted in the last couple years of Bush II’s seemingly endless reign. There have been tons of distractions in Jourgenson’s life (smack, booze, swingin’ dick contests with ex-bandmates and miscellaneous others), but I have this pet theory that he takes the Bushes personally, and that’s what reignited his fire. They’ve fucked up his country, they’ve fucked up the world, and – most importantly – they’ve fucked up the reputation of Texas, and that shit will not stand.
Looked at in that light, it makes sense that Jourgenson claims The Last Sucker will be the final Ministry album. This time next year, the Texans will have left the White House (at least until the Jenna / Barb ticket in 2024), and the United States will in all likelihood have an entirely different set of problems to confront. Jourgenson’s bête noir will have retired to the ranch, obdurate in his refusal to take any responsibility for the wholesale fuckup that was the 43rd Presidency. In my mind I see Jourgenson with a bottle of Jägermeister in one hand, watching the George W Bush Library burn to the ground as the tears stream down his face, having come as close as he dares to facing down his own Colonel Kurtz at last.
2008/03/26
Stuck in my head this morning: Mozart’s “Sonata in C Major” K545, as played by an Apple //c. I even found myself whistling bits of it in the shower. How dorky is that?
It’s a huge improvement over last night, though, when I had Throbbing Gristle’s “Hamburger Lady” looping its way through my noggin. The studio version is basically old Tangerine Dream with Genesis P-Orridge mumbling vaguely over the top; live, it turns into a truly disturbing portrait of trauma and pathology. Latecomers to Throbbing Gristle can be forgiven for thinking they were kind of tame or overrated, because on record they’re basically just a strangely diverse synth-driven noise unit. Live, though, everything take a back seat to Genesis’s insistently chanted / shrieked / growled vocals, and the darkness at the heart of the project becomes manifest. “ASSUME POWER FOCUS” live is a totally different animal. They remain strangely diverse.
Daft Punk, live at Even Furthur 1996 4
I recently picked up Daft Punk’s Alive 2007. It’s pretty good, but has nowhere near the raw fury of the first time I saw Daft Punk live. That was at Even Furthur 1996, one of the legendary series of outdoor raves thrown in BFE Wisconsin by the infamous Drop Bass Network. That year, the main tent had sound by the Badger Sound crew, which meant that there was who knows how many watts going into 32 15” speakers along the front of the tent. The sound was very clean and LOUD. I’ve since decided it was the best sound system I’ve ever heard: it gave everything played through it a brutal, hard-edged clarity that was in keeping with the spirit of the weekend (15-year-olds on K face-down in the mud, 60-watt xenon lasers burning the sky over the tops of the trees, Deadly Buda playing a gabber rendition of the Close Encounters of the Third Kind theme at 220BPM at 7:30 in the morning, Dan Doormouse and friends keeping their Rottweiler with them in their smaller side tent as they rinsed out old Reload records and beat on their speakers with a wiffle ball bat, everyone bundled up against the rain in hoodies and huge pants).
This was before Homework, and Daft Punk were still a cult phenomenon known mostly to DJs and hardcore ravers, so there was a certain amount of anticipation among the crowd, but I remember the crowd were more excited for Phantom 45’s and Woody McBride’s sets later in the night. I think we were all a little caught off-guard when Daft Punk proceeded to throw up a set of headbanging, ass-shaking hard house and acid techno to rival just about anyone who’s ever played dance music live. They didn’t have the pyramid or robot costumes, their setup was minimal, and they barely acknowledged the crowd. That didn’t matter. It was a hallucinatory, blistering half-hour of loops, acid, and slamming electronic beats. I remember the high point of the set being a psychedelically intense version of “Rollin & Scratchin” that practically slammed its way into my head. I don’t know how much of it was the music and how much was the insane sound system, but now you can judge for yourself, because as I discovered today, some kind soul put the entire set online. You’ll just have to imagine the bass and the volume for yourself. And ignore the bald dude.
In my opinion, it’s mostly been downhill for Daft Punk ever since. Homework and the subsequent albums have played up their frothy pop take on French loop-house / electro-disco, and while that makes for awesome videos and it is, after all, what made them famous enough to afford the pyramids and robot suits, I was disappointed to find that the only remnants of the tough, abrasive sound I’d heard in Wisconsin were a comparatively anemic rendition of “Rollin & Scratchin” and a couple other b-sides to their early singles. I’m glad they released Alive 2007, because it shows that they still retain some of that 1996 energy. Still, finding that old set has made me a very happy boy.
2008/03/12
Stuck in my head this morning: …I really don’t want to say. It’s embarrassing.
No, seriously. I’ve been bitching about these guys for years!
…
Oh, all right. I had uh Step On by Happy Mondays playing in a relentless, remorseless, jackhammer loop when I woke up this morning. MAN did those guys suck, but I guess that song had sorta a catchy guitar line.
Anyway, I did not wake up in a great mood.
But seriously, man, fuck Shaun Ryder. Just fuck that guy. His voice makes baby Jesus want to die.
*brrgblglabblgrrbl* *GASP* *brrglblrg*
The problem with drinking from a firehose is that sometimes you asplode. This just happened to me, and I’m trying to deal with it by sharing my total insanity with you, the semi-random passersby on the internet.
As I’ve mentioned several times, I recently discovered the awe-inspiring zombie amusement park that is Blogspot’s coterie of MP3 blogs. I’d never really paid them much attention before, because most of my exposure to MP3 blogs had been through dodgy Eastern European metal blogs that were dedicated to scene rips of upcoming releases, and I’m really not all that into pissing all over the people who make my favorite music, which is basically what these blogs are all about (somebody has to pay for music, somehow, if it’s going to continue to be made).
However, Mutant Sounds and its brethren opened my eyes to the vast amount of music that exists in a twilit state with respect to copyright; thanks to the Sonny Bono Copyright Term Extension Act™, most of the recordings shared via these blogs won’t be public domain until the end of this century – if ever – yet the vast majority of this material can be had neither via love, money, nor diligent browsing of GEMM. Most of the artists involved really don’t seem to care, as the bloggers are all pretty careful to avoid posting material that is readily available, and in some cases the creators send the blog owners better-quality recordings of their own material to replace inferior rips.
It didn’t help that one of the first of these blogs I discovered, dualtrack, has posted nearly every record I deeply coveted between 1989 and 1992. I sometimes forget that I got my start as a major music nerd through RE/Search’s Industrial Culture Handbook, but when I was learning about this stuff, I was also your average broke college kid and therefore could only read about these records in The Ooze’s monthly new-releases newsletter, saving up for stuff I really, really wanted, like :zoviet*france: reissues on CD or the occasional bizarre overindulgence. Now that I’m all grown up, most of those records, CDs and cassettes are beyond gone, appearing only in Amoeba’s used bins or on eBay (sometimes for plainly hurtful prices). It was with delight bordering on awe that I discovered that almost all of these records I’d been searching for for many, many years were freely available, generally with high-quality scans of the included artwork.
So, armed with a not entirely flimsy rationalization, a sense of burning need, and a month’s Premium subscription to Rapidshare, I went completely bonkers. Most of the stuff on this list came from either dualtrack, The Thing on the Doorstep, No Longer Forgotten Music, Rusted Noise, Mutant Sounds, Phoenix Hairpins, Boomkat, Amoeba and Other Music Digital. (NOTE TO RECORD LABEL FOLK: My copy of Amy Winehouse’s Back to Black is on a shiny aluminized plastic platter purchased new from Amoeba Records, with the latest lame cover art you have chosen for it. The original cover art was much nicer. Thank you for your attention.) A lot of it I even bought, as I took this opportunity to fill in long-standing gaps in my collection. As you can see, it would take me a very long time to even summarize what’s here, so I’m going to leave that to other postings. Suffice it to say that just about every weird kind of music you can imagine, and some you probably can’t (the Masstishaddhu record, in particular, defies description to anyone who hasn’t already heard it).
It’s going to take me weeks to listen to all this stuff, much less comprehend it. There’s a lot of amazing, weird and profound music in here.
- ABGS: Werkbeschallung: Live
- Abwärts: Amok Koma
- Gunter Adler: Minute Music
- Gunter Adler: Polysyntetica
- Gunter Adler: The Silver Book
- Ain Soph: Kshatriya
- Alpha Omega: Electronic Mind Project
- Au Revoir Simone: The Bird of Music
- Autonomic Computing: Mutantextures
- Henry Badowski: Life is a Grand
- Erykah Badu: New Amerykah, Part 1: 4th World War
- Biochemical Dread: Bush Doctrine
- Biota: Rackabones / Vagabones
- Bipol: Ritual
- Black Sun Ensemble: Black Sun Ensemble
- Blacworld: Subduing Demons (In South Yorkshire)
- Burning Witch: Crippled Lucifer
- Monte Cazazza: To Mom on Mother’s Day / Candy Man
- C-Schulz: 7. Party Disco
- C-Schulz: 10. Hose Horn
- Chrome: Alien Soundtracks
- Chrome: Half Machine Lip Moves
- Chrome: 3rd from the Sun
- Chrystal Belle Scrodd: The Inevitable Chrystal Belle Scrodd Record
- Coil / Zos Kia: Transparent
- Cold Sun: Dark Shadows
- Cosey Fanni Tutti: Time to Tell
- Cranioclast: A Con Cristal
- Cranioclast: Koitlaransk / Ration Skalk
- Crash Worship: This
- Crawling Chaos: Sex Machine / Berlin
- Helios Creed: X-Rated Fairy Tales / Superior Catholic Finger
- Crispy Ambulance: From the Cradle to the Grave
- Crispy Ambulance: Live on a Hot August Night
- Crispy Ambulance: Sexus
- Crispy Ambulance: The Plateau Phase
- Crispy Ambulance: Unsightly and Serene
- Crispy Ambulance: Live at the ICA
- Current 93 & HÖH: Crowleymass
- Current 93 / Nurse With Wound: Mi-Mort
- Daft Punk: Alive 2007
- Danava: UnonoU
- Danielle Dax: Pop-Eyes
- Danielle Dax: Jesus Egg That Wept
- Danielle Dax: Inky Bloaters
- Danielle Dax: The Janice Long Session
- Danielle Dax: Comatose Non Reaction: The Thwarted Pop Career
- Amy Denio: No Bones
- Dead Meadow: Old Growth
- Dethklok: The Dethalbum
- Die Form / Asmus Tietchens: Face to Face, Volume 1
- Die Form: Duality
- DF Sadist School: Les Cent Vingt Journées de Sodome
- Doxa Sinistra: Via del Latte
- Drowning Craze: Trance / I Love the Fjords
- Frankie Dymon, Jr.: Let It Out
- Earth: The Bee Made Honey In The Lions Skull
- Einstürzende Neubauten: Kollaps
- Einstürzende Neubauten: Zeichnungen des Patienten OT
- Elohim: A L’Aube Du Verseau
- Erste Weibliche Fleischergesellin Nach 1945: Ferien Auf Dem Lande
- Étant Donnés: Aurore
- Étant Donnés: L’eclipse
- Étant Donnés: Re-Up
- Etat Brut: Mutations et Protheses
- Exterminator: Anna Blume
- Factrix: Empire of Passion
- Factrix: Scheintot
- Fanzine: 1980
- Fanzine: 1981
- Fanzine: 1982
- File Under Pop: Heathrow
- Brigitte Fontaine & Areski: L’incendie
- Brigitte Fontaine & Art Ensemble of Chicago: Comme à la Radio
- Freiwillige Selbstkontrolle: Telinehmende Beobachtung
- The Fugs: First Album
- The Fugs: Second Album
- BC Gilbert & G Lewis: Ends With the Sea
- The Gothic Archies: The Tragic Treasury: Songs from “A Series of Unfortunate Events”
- Bruce Haack: Electric Lucifer: Book 2
- Bruce Haack: The Electric Lucifer
- Hanadensha: Acoustic Mothership
- Hanadensha: Astral Pigmy Wave
- Hanadensha: Doobie Shining Love
- Hip Hop Pantsula: YBA 2 NW
- Lars Hollmer: Fran Natt Idag
- Lars Hollmer: Vill Du Höra Mer
- Lars Hollmer: XII Sibirska Cyklar
- Hoola Bandoola Band: Fri Information
- Hoola Bandoola Band: Garanterate Individuell
- Hoola Bandoola Band: På Väg
- Hoola Bandoola Band: Vem Kan Man Lita På?
- The Horrorist: Attack Decay
- The Human League: Being Boiled
- The Human League: The Dignity of Labour
- Hunting Lodge: Tribal Warning Shot
- In the Woods…: Three by Seven on a Pilgrimage
- Islaja: Meritie
- Kallabris: Considération sur / sous lé café
- Richard H Kirk: Darkness at Noon
- Richard H Kirk: Disposable Half-Truths
- Kotazo: Papy Mbavu / Papa Komanda
- Korpiklaani: Korven Kuningas
- Korpiklaani: Spirit of the Forest
- Korpiklaani: Voice of Wilderness
- Lava: Tears Are Goin’ Home
- Thomas Leer & Robert Rental: The Bridge
- Lemon Kittens: Spoonfed and Writhing
- Lemon Kittens: The Big Dentist
- Lemon Kittens: We Buy a Hammer for Daddy
- Lesbian: Power Hor
- Liquid Sound Company: Exploring the Psychedelic
- Machinic Indices: Untitled Kompositions
- Malombra: Malombra
- Masstishaddhu: Shekinah
- Men/Eject: Men/Eject
- Metabolist: Drömm
- Metabolist: Hansten Klork
- Metabolist: Identify
- The Metronomes: Regular Guys
- Mimir: Mimir
- Mimir: Mimyriad
- Mnemonists: Biota
- Mnemonists: Horde
- Moctan: Suspect
- Morphogenesis: Prochronisms
- Mysticum: In the Streams of Inferno
- nEGAPADRÉS.3.3: nEGAPADRÉS.3.3
- Joanna Newsom: Walnut Whales
- Joanna Newsom: Yarn and Glue
- Nocturnal Emissions: Spiritflesh
- Non: Mode of Infection / Knife Ladder
- Nurse With Wound / Spasm: Creakiness / Firemoon
- Nurse With Wound / Termite Queen: Nurse With Wound / Termite Queen
- Nurse With Wound / Organum: A Missing Sense / Rasa
- Nurse With Wound: A Sucked Orange
- Nurse With Wound: Brained by Falling Masonry
- Nurse With Wound: Crocodile Krazy Glue
- Nurse With Wound: The Musty Odour of Pierced Rectums
- Opal: Early Recordings 2
- Orchestra Terrestrial: Here and Elsewhere
- Organum: Horii
- Organum: Ikon
- Organum: Sphyx
- Organum: Tower of Silence
- Michael O’Shea: Michael O’Shea
- La Otracina: Fauna & Animated Floral Arrangements
- P16.D4: Distruct
- P16.D4: Kühe in 1/2 Trauer
- Penumbra: Skandinavien
- Permutative Distorsion: Brückenkopf im Niemandsland
- Pitch Black Afro: Split Endz
- Eddie Prévost / Organum: Flayed / Crux
- Problemist: 9 Times Sanity
- Project 197: IP001
- Pseudo Code: Europa
- Psychic TV: Allegory & Self
- Psychic TV: Dreams Less Sweet
- Psychic TV: Force Thee Hand ov Chance / Blinded Eye in Thee Pyramid
- Psychic TV: Mouth of the Night
- Psychic TV: NY Scum
- Punch Inc.: Fightclub
- The Raveonettes: Lust Lust Lust
- Steve Reich: Music for 18 Musicians
- Steve Reich: Tehellim & The Desert Music
- Steve Reich: Triple Quartet
- Steve Reich: You Are (Variations) / Cello Counterpoint
- Robert Rental: On Location / Double Heart
- The Residents: (I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction
- The Residents: Commercial Single
- Graeme Revell: The Insect Musicians
- The Revolving Paint Dream: Flowers in the Sky: The Enigma of the Revolving Paint Dream
- Boyd Rice and Friends: Music, Martinis & Misanthropy
- Salon Music: La Paloma Show
- Sandoz: In Dub: Chapter Two / Extra Time (Under the Stones)
- Shock Headed Peters: I, Bloodbrother Be
- Shock Headed Peters: The Kissing of Gods
- Sielwolf: IV
- Sielwolf: Nachtstrom
- Sielwolf: V - Remixes
- Sigillum S: 23|20
- Sigillum S: Bardo Thos-Grol
- Sigillum S: Studs and Divinity
- Sixth Comm: Grey Years
- Smegma: 33 1/3
- SPK: Slogun / Meccano
- SPK: Live At Garibaldi’s, 1979
- SPK: Information Overload Unit
- SPK: Auto Da Fe
- SPK: Leichenschrei
- SPK: Angst Pop: Live
- SPK: From Science to Ritual
- SPK: Human Post Mortem (Despair OST)
- SPK: Live at Pandora’s Music Box
- SPK: Live at the Crypt
- SPK: No More
- SPK: Off the Deep End
- SPK: See-Saw / Chamber Musik
- SPK: The Last Attempt at Paradise: Live in Lawrence, Kansas
- SPK: Wars of Islam: Live in Rome
- SPK: Machine Age Voodoo
- SPK: Metal Dance / Will to Power
- SPK: In Flagrante Delicto
- SPK: Zamia Lehmanni
- SPK: Gold & Poison
- SPK: Compilation Tracks (2nd version)
- Snakefinger: Manual of Errors
- Snakefinger: Chewing Hides the Sound
- Snakefinger: Greener Posters
- Sol Invictus: Lex Talionis
- Somatic Responses: Digital Darkness
- Spektr: Mescalyne
- Sun Ra: HelioCentric Worlds, Volumes 1 & 2
- Sweet Exorcist: Spirit Guide to Low Tech
- Symphonique Elegance: Act One
- Syrup Girls vs Sick Girls: Shotgun Wedding, Volume 8
- Teenage Jesus & The Jerks: Orphans / Less of Me
- Thick Pigeon: Thick Pigeon
- Throbbing Gristle: AR-TT-010
- Throbbing Gristle: United
- Throbbing Gristle: DOA: The Third and Final Report
- Throbbing Gristle: Adrenaline
- Throbbing Gristle: 20 Jazz Funk Greats
- Throbbing Gristle: Nothing Short of a Total War
- Throbbing Gristle: Rafters
- Throbbing Gristle: CD1
- Tools You Can Trust: Again Again Again
- Tools You Can Trust: Say It Low
- Tools You Can Trust: Sharpen the Tools
- Trop Tard: Ils etaient 9 dans L’obscurite
- Tuxedomoon: Dark Companion / 59 To 1 Remix
- Tuxedomoon: Desire / No Tears
- Tuxedomoon: What Use? / Crash
- Tuxedomoon: Joe Boy The Electric Ghost / Pinheads on the Move
- Tuxedomoon: Une Nuit au Fond de la Frayére / Egypt
- Tuxedomoon: Scream with a View
- Tuxedomoon: Half-Mute / Scream With a View
- Tuxedomoon: Ship of Fools
- Tuxedomoon: The Ghost Sonata
- Týr: Ragnarok
- Ultravox: Slow Motion
- Vas Deferens Organization: Zyzzybaloubah
- Verhören: Death is Safe
- Vidna Obmana: Noise / Drone Anthology 1984-1989
- Virgin Prunes: Heresie
- Von Zamla: No Make Up!
- Vox Populi! / HNAS: Face to Face, Volume 2
- Amy Winehouse: Back to Black
- Xasthur: A Gate Through Bloodstained Mirrors
- Damien Youth: Festival of Death
- Damien Youth: Fluttering Briar
- Damien Youth: The Man Who Invented God
- Z’ev: Elemental Music
- Z’ev: Salts of Heavy Metals
- Stefan Weisser: Poextensions
- Zahgurim: Moral Rearmament
- Zero Kama: The Secret Eye of L.A.Y.L.A.H.
- Zos Kia Meets Sugardog: That’s Heavy Baby
- v/a: 2005 Hands
- v/a: 4 in 1
- v/a: Ach Hanover
- v/a: Angst in My Pants
- Alban Berg / Anton Webern / Arnold Schoenberg / James Levine / Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra: Orchestral Pieces
- v/a: Can You Hear Me? Music from The Deaf Club
- v/a: Colorado
- v/a: Dada > Antidada > Merz
- v/a: Devastate to Liberate
- v/a: Dokument: Ten Highlights in the History Of Popular Music, 1982-1983
- v/a: Earthly Delights
- v/a: The Elephant Table Album
- v/a: Er Ist Tief Und Dein Wasser Ist Dunkel
- v/a: Feature Mist
- v/a: Fluxus Anthology
- v/a: Für Ilse Koch
- v/a: A Gnomean Haigonaimean: A Compilation of Fantasies Intoxication Concepts
- v/a: Gut Level One
- v/a: Hare / Hunter / Field
- v/a: Harmony of the Spheres
- v/a: Hate’s Our Belief
- v/a: Iberico
- v/a: Internationalism
- v/a: The Last Supper
- v/a: Machines
- v/a: Masse Mensch
- v/a: Palatine: The Factory Story
- v/a: Passage du Trou Marin
- v/a: Perpetual State of Oracular Dream
- v/a: Riposte
- v/a: A Selection
- v/a: Short Circuit: Live at the Electric Circus
- v/a: The Virus Has Been Spread: A D-Trash Records Tribute To Atari Teenage Riot
make a note of it
“Let’s Free Your Head From Your Ass And Worry About Tibet Later” is a near-perfect name for a song, especially when the band playing it sounds suspiciously like early Nirvana.
old darkness
Dark White didn’t make much of a mark; they (or he, as only one guy is pictured on the sleeve) made 500 copies of an EP in 1985 and disappeared. There’s nothing that original about The Grey Area, either. If you’ve heard WaxTrax!-era Ministry or Visage or a;GRUMH you’ve heard the various pieces of their sound. Sometimes the vocals are out of tune, or not delivered with much confidence. The recording is clean but unremarkable. The songs have the bouncing-octave minor-key synth lines you’ve heard in a million industrial / electro / electroclash / New Wave songs.
Of course, I like old dance-industrial a lot (as long as it’s not the turgid, tuneless churning of Antler-Subway bands like Noise Unit), and the way Dark White put everything together is actually charming. “Charming” may seem like an odd word to describe death-obsessed darkwave, but the band that made these tracks was young, and as such all the moodiness comes across as direct and earnest, and the whole package is so utterly and obviously a product of its time and place. The total Americanness of it all appeals to me. Over at Mutant Sounds, the commenters compare some of the sounds on the record to Big Black, and I don’t really hear that, but I do agree that the vocal delivery is pretty damn Midwestern.
Apparently this record trades for hundreds of dollars on eBay, so grab it from Mutant Sounds while you can.
the dice man
It doesn’t matter how many times I hear it, every time I hear “Polygon Window”, it gives me chills. Richard James made some genius music before he turned into techno’s very own Rumpelstiltskin.
from the east
One of the many pleasures of the digital download revolution is that it means that people who like raw, tracky electronic music can get high-quality techno in a portable form without having to jump through hoops to get it. I haven’t ripped my vinyl yet, and may never get around to it, because doing it right is a lot of work. And a huge chunk of that stuff was originally available solely on 12” and 10” records which never made it to the west coast of the US. But who cares, when I can hit Beatport or Bleep and download acres of high-quality MP3s at more or less reasonable prices?
Especially when it’s stuff like Surgeon’s, or a release like East Light? East Light came out in the middle of Surgeon’s most fertile period of the end of the 90s, when he was running two labels (Dynamic Tension and Counterbalance) and putting out material on two others (Soma and the legendary Tresor). Upon first listen, it is a clinically dry collection of tracky dancefloor techno, unrelenting and very mechanically composed. All four tracks are pure percussion workouts, and this is precisely where their most appealing qualities lie: while they sound unremittingly electronic, almost all these tracks are made from carefully chosen samples of real percussion instruments, orchestrated into a smoothly ticking orrery.
Because these tracks were, after all, intended to be worked into a dancefloor set by a DJ, they don’t have the sophisticated progression and complexity of Surgeon’s dense, sui generis Force+Form, or the easy appeal of records by Model 500 or Underground Resistance, but first listens can be deceptive. I’ve had East Light kicking around my iPod for years, and it continues to grow more interesting and immersive each time I hear it.
why not cut out the middleman?
So there was once this pseudo-band called The Dukes of Stratosphear, which is actually XTC wearing floppy shirts and playing British psychedelia that is the definition of “pastiche”. Which is to say that while I love their music for historical reasons, my enthusiasm for it is sapped after spending some serious time with Pink Floyd’s The Piper at the Gates of Dawn, to which it is beyond indebted. The Dukes are one step above being a cover band, and while their ear for that style is uncanny, the resulting songs aren’t very strong. That said, I will yield to no one when it comes to “What in the World”, which is by far the finest song on the album. None of it’s bad, I just thought it was niftier before I knew what a clone job it is.