New Music Friday: Industrial Sludge, Celtic Harp, Stress Punk
Sept. 25 releases include Godflesh, Liths, Andy Aquarius, Lasso, Ka Baird & Chris Ryan Williams, BRAK, Oren Ambarchi
Just about every Halloween for the last decade and change, I've played in a cover band to benefit charity. It's a good excuse to hang out with friends and, lately, make use of my growing pedal collection ;) So if you're in Washington, D.C., come see Mellon Collie and Infinite Radness tear through "Zero" and "Jellybelly" in the basement of St. Stephen's on Oct. 23! Hopefully, I’ll memorize all the lyrics by then. Flier below with all the info and punny band names.
Stream the Viking's Choice Guide to New Music Friday mixtape (tracks 1-7 are from the albums reviewed, the rest are singles released within the last week). Follow me on Bandcamp and check out previous mixes via Buy Music Club.
Godflesh, Decay
There is something so deliriously OFF about this one. Even as they crush, the riffs seem to tilt. An industrial sludge so insidious that it infects the brain, slithers down dimly lit hallways.
Liths, Ascending the Depths
If Suspiria had been scored by a percussion-forward improv trio. Creepy and crawly, sure, but also full of curiosity and mystery. Telepathic gameplay from Sarah Hennies, Willie B. and Keir Neuringer.
Andy Aquarius, Vale of Tears
It's Ren Faire season, y'all. Hypnotic harp songs conjured somewhere between mystical, mossy stones and skies ablaze in sepia tones. 100% would have been an aQuarius Records pick back in the day.
Lasso, Covarde
Raw and rawkin' Brazilian hardcore played with primitive Stooges 'tude and swagger. Every track's barely a minute, but the visceral and deft musicianship leaves a boot print to the head.
Ka Baird & Chris Ryan Williams, Enthalpy
There's a world where these uneasy flutters, sputtering spit valves and sidewinding electronics form the rhythmic basis of a truly unhinged Björk album. Abstract acrobatics on flute and trumpet.
BRAK, TWEAK COUTURE
Squelching, treble-knobbed noise guitar, crusty doom-punk bass, crud-filled drums and a screeching howl that's gonna haunt me for weeks. This stresses me out.
Oren Ambarchi, Cooked
What to even call this? Prog minimalism? Will such a genre paradox swallow us whole, excrete a third eye and teach us a new way to see? A bizarrely beautiful ensemble work from the Australian guitarist who refuses to let his guitar sound like a guitar.
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