Summer has come, soon the air will be filled with mucus filing pollen, and I’m cooked up in an office with lots of free time. What better way to pass the time than to do some delightful Discogs archaeology!
I started off with looking at the discography of some good old fashioned industrial tape labels, since it’s been a while I enjoyed some harsh rhythmic melodies. I got caught up with the Insane Music label and their myriad of compilation tapes. Some really fantastic stuff there, and I noticed Kopfschmerztablette, a classic and favorite industrial bands of mine. But hey, what is this release, Objekt Zwei Oder Einfahrt Freihalten? Haven’t seen that one before, and the label, ZNS Tapes? A short-lived, German, tape label from the late 80’s – early 90’s, with a focus on abstract, experimental, industrial, music. And their entire back catalog is available online? Now were talking!
You know that feeling when browsing Discogs for some new music to stave of the dreariness of reality for a while, and you stumble upon something that just hits all your buttons and fancies, even some you didn’t even know you had? Some new piece of music and art that just makes you feel excited, and fills your mind and heart with some emotion, joy I think it is called, even the thought that something like this could even exist fills you with mirth.
The Compass Rose and Ekhein does this to me.
Filed under Avant-Garde, Experimental, Field Recordings, Industrial, Lo-FI, Minimalistic, Noise, Non Music, Poetry, The Compass Rose, Vocal
A couple of months ago I went on a trip down to Malmö, and took some time to check out the local record stores as I always do when I visit another town. For this trip I ended up in the very great and eminent store, Rundgång! A small and quaint store with an awesome collection of old vintage records and new exciting stuff from the vibrant local music scene! As I made my way through their collections of electronica vinyls, exploitation DVDs, and art fanzines, I found a plastic bag with a cassette and a dark looking fanzine, with the very ominous name Krypta, Swedish for crypt. Needless to say, I had to have it! However, there was still a pressing thought in the back of my mind; the fact that the bag was stapled shut would mean I could not ever open it and listen to the cassette, without potentially damaging the package and ruining its worth as a collectible.
I guess this is one of the downsides of being a music collector, or collector of any kind. Do you dare to open the cover/package to enjoy the work, or do you keep in intact and let it collect dust on the shelf but preserving it in its whole? I would say that the most important is to take part of the work, rather than let it sit in its packaging and not enjoying the work as it should be, collectors value be damned. But it still feels bad to tear through the staples, or wax stamp, but it is all worth it to hear the music! And this is true for Krypta – Cavities!
“I further observed all the oppression that goes under the sun: the tears of the oppressed, with none to comfort them; and the power of their oppressors—with none to comfort them. Then I accounted those who died long since more fortunate than those who are still living; and happier than either are those who have not yet come into being and have never witnessed the miseries that go under the sun.” ―The Biblical book of Ecclesiastes, 4:1-3
Sink Slop Processing are back with the second release from their resident project Sluice Room, which some of you more devoted readers may remember my look at their first offering. A sweet and exciting experimental noise recording, which was a breath of fresh air in the increasingly stagnant and repetitive sluice of harsh power electronic walls that have become the staple of the noise music scene for the last couple of years. Is the offal from the Sluice Room still fresh and glistening, or has it already begun to decay and reek of putrid death?
Straight Panic just released yet another cassette on his new label Fuck Mountain, this time in the form of a fabulous hot pink tape, in-cased with a media-mistreated serial killer. Always provocative, but not so overtly gay this time.