Hello
Just to announce the the new label doubtfulsounds is online.
The adress of the website is http://doubtfulsounds.info
It's possible to hear some mp3...
The label have released one 7'' of Sun stabbed... some other discs will come in the future.
doubtfulsounds
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A new release on doubtfulsounds
MICRO_PENIS
LP
10 tracks : Ouvrez !!! / Cowboy revolver / Helikoptr / Horrifils / Western far west / Kurtz / Arch lager (entrepot) / Äffe Theatre / Tzouli mouli bouli / Projet Clausewitz
doubtfulsounds – doubt 03 - 2009 – 36’40''
"I would not have thee afraid. Let them grin on at their will, for they are doing it at the boiled wretches." Dante
Micro_Penis is a band from Mulhouse, France with Sébastien Borgo (Sun Plexus 2, l'Autopsie a révélé que la mort était due à l'autopsie, Ogrob, French Doctors, ...), Alexandre Kittel, François Heyer (Ptaz) and Claude Spenlehauer (Myself, Hell's gate, Hit the dog).
With this first disc recorded between 2006 and 2008, Micro_Penis will get talked in the mentally defiency area. Escaped from the mental hospital of Rouffach in south Alsace, they scream, they growl, the strait jacket is never far away. In a way it is like a modern variation of "Ritual feast of the libido" of Cromagnon.
For lovers of Horror movies, art brut, cruelty, of some weird discs of the label No Fun Productions.
Here is how they describe themselves in few words
"ILITERATES
SAWAGERY IN MIDLE OF CIVILIZATION
EXPLOITTATION OF HUMANN ABBSURDITY
SPITT AND SLAVER
THE SEXUALL OBSESION
INSULTTS
THE VULGARITY
DISGUSTINGG IMPROV
MENTALLY DEFFIECIENCY
DARK MATTER
PORNOGRAFI MUSICALLE"
Black vinyl packed in back paper silkscreen on both sides by Cotoreich, with 1 sticker and 4 postcards. Artwork by Ogrob, mastering by Aigle Noir. Limited to 300 copies.
Price : France 15 euro postpaid / Europe 17,50 euro postpaid / Rest of the world 19,50 euros postpaid
Doubtfulsounds
C/o Thierry Monnier
42, rue Diderot
38000 Grenoble
France
doubtfulsounds1@gmail.com
www.doubtfulsounds.info
MICRO_PENIS
LP
10 tracks : Ouvrez !!! / Cowboy revolver / Helikoptr / Horrifils / Western far west / Kurtz / Arch lager (entrepot) / Äffe Theatre / Tzouli mouli bouli / Projet Clausewitz
doubtfulsounds – doubt 03 - 2009 – 36’40''
"I would not have thee afraid. Let them grin on at their will, for they are doing it at the boiled wretches." Dante
Micro_Penis is a band from Mulhouse, France with Sébastien Borgo (Sun Plexus 2, l'Autopsie a révélé que la mort était due à l'autopsie, Ogrob, French Doctors, ...), Alexandre Kittel, François Heyer (Ptaz) and Claude Spenlehauer (Myself, Hell's gate, Hit the dog).
With this first disc recorded between 2006 and 2008, Micro_Penis will get talked in the mentally defiency area. Escaped from the mental hospital of Rouffach in south Alsace, they scream, they growl, the strait jacket is never far away. In a way it is like a modern variation of "Ritual feast of the libido" of Cromagnon.
For lovers of Horror movies, art brut, cruelty, of some weird discs of the label No Fun Productions.
Here is how they describe themselves in few words
"ILITERATES
SAWAGERY IN MIDLE OF CIVILIZATION
EXPLOITTATION OF HUMANN ABBSURDITY
SPITT AND SLAVER
THE SEXUALL OBSESION
INSULTTS
THE VULGARITY
DISGUSTINGG IMPROV
MENTALLY DEFFIECIENCY
DARK MATTER
PORNOGRAFI MUSICALLE"
Black vinyl packed in back paper silkscreen on both sides by Cotoreich, with 1 sticker and 4 postcards. Artwork by Ogrob, mastering by Aigle Noir. Limited to 300 copies.
Price : France 15 euro postpaid / Europe 17,50 euro postpaid / Rest of the world 19,50 euros postpaid
Doubtfulsounds
C/o Thierry Monnier
42, rue Diderot
38000 Grenoble
France
doubtfulsounds1@gmail.com
www.doubtfulsounds.info
Re: doubtfulsounds
A review of Micro_Penis LP here
http://www.paristransatlantic.com/magaz ... ext.html#7
Also for italian readers in the november issue of Blow up.
Available through Metamkine, Tochnit Aleph, RRR
http://www.paristransatlantic.com/magaz ... ext.html#7
Also for italian readers in the november issue of Blow up.
Available through Metamkine, Tochnit Aleph, RRR
Re: doubtfulsounds
2 new releases on doubtfulsounds
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PUMICE s/t
10", doubt04
3 tracks: Fool fool fool moon / Head high tackle / The screaming heap – 20:10
France: €13 postpaid / Europe: €14.50 postpaid / World: €15.50 postpaid.
Some time ago, I got a message from Stefan Neville about this record: "I been workin on some recording for you. some dumb punk slop and some tape loop soup and a pretty love song." I couldn't describe the record better. It's maybe the end of an era for Pumice with his 8 track pushed to its maximum limits and dying soon after these recordings were finished. So the result is maybe one of the noisier Pumice records to date... with a pretty love song. Recorded in june 2009 in Sandringham, Auckland, NZ. And mixed in january 2010 at Mainz.
Black vinyl packed in black paper silkscreened by Cotoreich, with 2 postcards. Artwork by Stefan Neville. Mastering by Aigle noir. Limited to 500 copies.
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TMS bunyi-bunyi sangsi dari kl oleh tms
lathe-cut 7", doubt05
2 tracks: sebuah teksi yang sesat di dalam trafik yang mendadak (MP3) / keretapi pantast ke lapangan terbang – 6:21
€8 + postage.
Doubtful sounds from KL (Malaysia) by tms (Thierry Monnier). Cassette manipulations of field recordings.
Transparent 7" cut on polycarbonate plastic by Peter King. Limited to 30 copies.
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Doubtfulsounds
C/o Thierry Monnier
42, rue Diderot
38000 Grenoble
France
doubtfulsounds1@gmail.com
http://www.doubtfulsounds.info
++++++++
PUMICE s/t
10", doubt04
3 tracks: Fool fool fool moon / Head high tackle / The screaming heap – 20:10
France: €13 postpaid / Europe: €14.50 postpaid / World: €15.50 postpaid.
Some time ago, I got a message from Stefan Neville about this record: "I been workin on some recording for you. some dumb punk slop and some tape loop soup and a pretty love song." I couldn't describe the record better. It's maybe the end of an era for Pumice with his 8 track pushed to its maximum limits and dying soon after these recordings were finished. So the result is maybe one of the noisier Pumice records to date... with a pretty love song. Recorded in june 2009 in Sandringham, Auckland, NZ. And mixed in january 2010 at Mainz.
Black vinyl packed in black paper silkscreened by Cotoreich, with 2 postcards. Artwork by Stefan Neville. Mastering by Aigle noir. Limited to 500 copies.
+++++++++++
TMS bunyi-bunyi sangsi dari kl oleh tms
lathe-cut 7", doubt05
2 tracks: sebuah teksi yang sesat di dalam trafik yang mendadak (MP3) / keretapi pantast ke lapangan terbang – 6:21
€8 + postage.
Doubtful sounds from KL (Malaysia) by tms (Thierry Monnier). Cassette manipulations of field recordings.
Transparent 7" cut on polycarbonate plastic by Peter King. Limited to 30 copies.
+++++++++++++++++++
Doubtfulsounds
C/o Thierry Monnier
42, rue Diderot
38000 Grenoble
France
doubtfulsounds1@gmail.com
http://www.doubtfulsounds.info
Re: doubtfulsounds
Some reviews.
For Pumice 10''
How can I do proper justice to the man, Stefan Neville, and his exceptionally illustrious back catalog under the Pumice guise? It’s been a pretty pitch-perfect ride thus far, I must admit (though, often the pitch has been bent, mangled, twisted, screwed, chopped, tossed and burnt to a fine crisp in the process). Under the Pumice moniker, I would go so far as to say that the Neville is the gold standard for lo-fi music – no one does it better. So, it is both a glorious and a bit depressing that on this most recent Pumice 10” are the last recordings Mr. Neville recorded on his kingly 8-track. That being said, this release puts the classic genius of Pumice on glorious display. Side one offers us on “Fool fool fool moon,” ten minutes of grueling, shloptastic, punk-drone muck at a disjointed, grin-inducingly-lethargic pace, Neville’s kiwi-mumble permeating ceiling of the cut. It's prime evidence of Neville’s ability stretch out and pepper a track like no one’s business. Side two opens with a pillow of deep, bellowing bass heaviness, distorted guitar theatrics and echoing vocals that seem to be seeping in from an adjoining apartment. A concise pop-lengthed slab of lo-fi noise grumble in advance of the “pretty love song;” the strummy, jangle petter; the high-aspring closer; “The Screaming Heap.” I have no doubts about Pumice continuing to produce blitzed out masterpieces in the future – it seems that’s all Neville is able to conjure – but still, as a swan song to Pumice’s 8-track, the device that has brought as so much wonder and grit these past few years, this Doubtful Sounds 10” is simply immaculate. -Thistle
http://forestgospel.blogspot.com/2010/09/pumice-10.html
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Before hearing this nifty 10" EP, I was not familiar with the music of Pumice. New Zealander Stefan Neville has been releasing material under this guise for over ten years; I knew vaguely of his work through exposure to Sunken, his duo with Antony Milton, but any preconceived ideas I'd had of what he did on his own didn't prepare me for the mesmeric noise-pop of his new mini-album on Doubtful Sounds.
Disarmingly described by Neville in the EP's one-sheet as "dumb punk slop, some tape loop soup, and a pretty love song," the music here burns with great guitar tones, hazy distorted vocals, and a murky, blissful sense of melody. "Fool Fool Fool Moon" manages to evoke the gritty noise scuzz of the Dead C both in the guitar work and the muttered, distorted vocals. The lyrics are indecipherable but the gentle repetition of the vocal melody quickly hypnotizes, as a stumbling pulse moves the morass of blistering, droning guitars forward. It's a great tune as well as a great jam; a four-note keyboard riff signals a descent from the skyscraping earlier sections and the song gently collapses around yet another cool guitar part.
The b-side kicks off with "Head High Tackle," which initially comes off as more of a noise piece, complete with fractured riffing and crunching, primitive drumming. A drunken, wavering groove is established as bits of scorching guitar alternate in the right and left channels. The drums drop out and the tinny, lacerating guitar is left to battle with booming distorted bass. Finale "The Screaming Heap" is indeed pretty, replete with soaring voices soaked with plenty of reverb and anthemically-strummed acoustic guitar. What sounds like a harmonium enters in the song's second refrain, giving some tonal warmth to the scratchy guitar work. Despite the thin sound the song qualifies as a true epic—its deceptively complicated structure runs through several seamless parts as Neville's frantic strumming recalls Sir Richard Bishop or Sterling Morrison.
Sure, it's only three songs—but they're all pretty damn good. Neville manages to touch on elements of past songwriting traditions while infusing the music with the type of spontaneity and intensity associated with noise and improv. It's in an edition of 500, so there should be some left out there. As for myself, I need to check out more of Pumice's stuff. 9/10 -- Mike Griffin (8 September, 2010)
http://www.digitalisindustries.com/foxy ... which=5930
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For Micro_Penis LP
I'm one of them guys that just don't get no amusement out've the word, Penis. Yep, don't think it's funny, never have. So's bands like Afternoon Penis, or Broken Penis Orchestra, them releases got cursory listens & then was filed into one of my billions've 'no thanks' galaxies. Call me a prude, hey, call me whatever you's will. That said, I never thought Dick Urine was that funny either. In defense I'd admit to bein an avid Rudimentary Peni fan, as much for their music as the ridiculous latin turn-of-phrase.But them's salt's to be soaked another time, what I's tryin to get at is when this feller Fred told about an lp of careless Peugeot drivers from Mulhouse what call themselves Micro Penis, well, I didn't exactly get wood, if you catch my drift.But then it showed up,and,well.....I had to admire the Nick Blinko-esque artwork & packagin, but also wonderin that if I just ignored it, might I be (whew!) dodgin some Peni inspired crud-core bullet (low expectations 'n all). But a glimpse onto their 1 sheet & a spied reference to Cromagnon's "Ritual Feast Of The Libido" & then I was suddenly piqued. After all, if you's is pullin out them guns, you better not be hornswogglin. And thankfully it ain't. Sure, it's brimmin w/the inscrutable art brut, cut up, sound collage dadaistry so primitif & splendid in the current wave've contempo French underground (El G & Oso El Roto for example). But unlike them phlegm chewers, Micro Penis stay the path of "organic" aural lobe snippage (ala Cromagnon) w/o any use of standard musical templates, be it blues, rock're what have you. This dude just beltches up the gut gas, refluxes that're both psychedelic 'n psychotronic, like if Fille Qui Mousse's 'Trixie Stapleton 291' mugged it up with Hershel Gordon Lewis' 'Blood Feast'. It's hairy, improbable, preposterously deranged & just the slightest bit sinister enough to make you think "this can't be happening to me". Oh, but it is! The perfect aural influenza for your next slumber party, choke on it here; www.rrrecords.com or direct to; http://virb.com/micro_penis
http://siltblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/tw ... ughts.html
For Pumice 10''
How can I do proper justice to the man, Stefan Neville, and his exceptionally illustrious back catalog under the Pumice guise? It’s been a pretty pitch-perfect ride thus far, I must admit (though, often the pitch has been bent, mangled, twisted, screwed, chopped, tossed and burnt to a fine crisp in the process). Under the Pumice moniker, I would go so far as to say that the Neville is the gold standard for lo-fi music – no one does it better. So, it is both a glorious and a bit depressing that on this most recent Pumice 10” are the last recordings Mr. Neville recorded on his kingly 8-track. That being said, this release puts the classic genius of Pumice on glorious display. Side one offers us on “Fool fool fool moon,” ten minutes of grueling, shloptastic, punk-drone muck at a disjointed, grin-inducingly-lethargic pace, Neville’s kiwi-mumble permeating ceiling of the cut. It's prime evidence of Neville’s ability stretch out and pepper a track like no one’s business. Side two opens with a pillow of deep, bellowing bass heaviness, distorted guitar theatrics and echoing vocals that seem to be seeping in from an adjoining apartment. A concise pop-lengthed slab of lo-fi noise grumble in advance of the “pretty love song;” the strummy, jangle petter; the high-aspring closer; “The Screaming Heap.” I have no doubts about Pumice continuing to produce blitzed out masterpieces in the future – it seems that’s all Neville is able to conjure – but still, as a swan song to Pumice’s 8-track, the device that has brought as so much wonder and grit these past few years, this Doubtful Sounds 10” is simply immaculate. -Thistle
http://forestgospel.blogspot.com/2010/09/pumice-10.html
------------
Before hearing this nifty 10" EP, I was not familiar with the music of Pumice. New Zealander Stefan Neville has been releasing material under this guise for over ten years; I knew vaguely of his work through exposure to Sunken, his duo with Antony Milton, but any preconceived ideas I'd had of what he did on his own didn't prepare me for the mesmeric noise-pop of his new mini-album on Doubtful Sounds.
Disarmingly described by Neville in the EP's one-sheet as "dumb punk slop, some tape loop soup, and a pretty love song," the music here burns with great guitar tones, hazy distorted vocals, and a murky, blissful sense of melody. "Fool Fool Fool Moon" manages to evoke the gritty noise scuzz of the Dead C both in the guitar work and the muttered, distorted vocals. The lyrics are indecipherable but the gentle repetition of the vocal melody quickly hypnotizes, as a stumbling pulse moves the morass of blistering, droning guitars forward. It's a great tune as well as a great jam; a four-note keyboard riff signals a descent from the skyscraping earlier sections and the song gently collapses around yet another cool guitar part.
The b-side kicks off with "Head High Tackle," which initially comes off as more of a noise piece, complete with fractured riffing and crunching, primitive drumming. A drunken, wavering groove is established as bits of scorching guitar alternate in the right and left channels. The drums drop out and the tinny, lacerating guitar is left to battle with booming distorted bass. Finale "The Screaming Heap" is indeed pretty, replete with soaring voices soaked with plenty of reverb and anthemically-strummed acoustic guitar. What sounds like a harmonium enters in the song's second refrain, giving some tonal warmth to the scratchy guitar work. Despite the thin sound the song qualifies as a true epic—its deceptively complicated structure runs through several seamless parts as Neville's frantic strumming recalls Sir Richard Bishop or Sterling Morrison.
Sure, it's only three songs—but they're all pretty damn good. Neville manages to touch on elements of past songwriting traditions while infusing the music with the type of spontaneity and intensity associated with noise and improv. It's in an edition of 500, so there should be some left out there. As for myself, I need to check out more of Pumice's stuff. 9/10 -- Mike Griffin (8 September, 2010)
http://www.digitalisindustries.com/foxy ... which=5930
===============
For Micro_Penis LP
I'm one of them guys that just don't get no amusement out've the word, Penis. Yep, don't think it's funny, never have. So's bands like Afternoon Penis, or Broken Penis Orchestra, them releases got cursory listens & then was filed into one of my billions've 'no thanks' galaxies. Call me a prude, hey, call me whatever you's will. That said, I never thought Dick Urine was that funny either. In defense I'd admit to bein an avid Rudimentary Peni fan, as much for their music as the ridiculous latin turn-of-phrase.But them's salt's to be soaked another time, what I's tryin to get at is when this feller Fred told about an lp of careless Peugeot drivers from Mulhouse what call themselves Micro Penis, well, I didn't exactly get wood, if you catch my drift.But then it showed up,and,well.....I had to admire the Nick Blinko-esque artwork & packagin, but also wonderin that if I just ignored it, might I be (whew!) dodgin some Peni inspired crud-core bullet (low expectations 'n all). But a glimpse onto their 1 sheet & a spied reference to Cromagnon's "Ritual Feast Of The Libido" & then I was suddenly piqued. After all, if you's is pullin out them guns, you better not be hornswogglin. And thankfully it ain't. Sure, it's brimmin w/the inscrutable art brut, cut up, sound collage dadaistry so primitif & splendid in the current wave've contempo French underground (El G & Oso El Roto for example). But unlike them phlegm chewers, Micro Penis stay the path of "organic" aural lobe snippage (ala Cromagnon) w/o any use of standard musical templates, be it blues, rock're what have you. This dude just beltches up the gut gas, refluxes that're both psychedelic 'n psychotronic, like if Fille Qui Mousse's 'Trixie Stapleton 291' mugged it up with Hershel Gordon Lewis' 'Blood Feast'. It's hairy, improbable, preposterously deranged & just the slightest bit sinister enough to make you think "this can't be happening to me". Oh, but it is! The perfect aural influenza for your next slumber party, choke on it here; www.rrrecords.com or direct to; http://virb.com/micro_penis
http://siltblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/tw ... ughts.html
Re: doubtfulsounds
A new release on doubtfulsounds
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SUN STABBED – Des lumières, des ombres, des figures LP
12'', doubt 06
4 tracks : La terre avec ses bruits / Ce petit monde en dérive / La fin, on l’a devinée / Les sociétés secrètes et leurs agissements
doubtfulsounds - 2011 - 34'07''
Price : France 16 euro (postpaid) / Europe 17,50 euro (postpaid) / Rest of the world 19,50 euro (postpaid)
Special offer with the Sun Stabbed 7'' + 3 euro.
Sun Stabbed is a guitar duo formed at Grenoble in 2005. “Des lumières, des ombres, des figures” is the first LP of the band resulted from the first private session that has been recorded. This session happened in Le 102’s basement, the 11th February 2009.
The editing / mixing / reworking has been done in 2010 after forgetting a little bit what was recorded.
The music is maybe the most varied disc of the band so far, with some classic sun stabbed tracks (ambient / drone / noise) but also some sound “dérives”.
One track has been issued on the “Inner ends of the coils” compilation edited by the label Nothing out there in 2010.
Format : 12 inches black vinyl. The cover is a photo by Pierre-Olivier Arnaud. Mastering by Aigle noir. Limited to 300 copies.
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SUN STABBED – Des lumières, des ombres, des figures LP
12'', doubt 06
4 tracks : La terre avec ses bruits / Ce petit monde en dérive / La fin, on l’a devinée / Les sociétés secrètes et leurs agissements
doubtfulsounds - 2011 - 34'07''
Price : France 16 euro (postpaid) / Europe 17,50 euro (postpaid) / Rest of the world 19,50 euro (postpaid)
Special offer with the Sun Stabbed 7'' + 3 euro.
Sun Stabbed is a guitar duo formed at Grenoble in 2005. “Des lumières, des ombres, des figures” is the first LP of the band resulted from the first private session that has been recorded. This session happened in Le 102’s basement, the 11th February 2009.
The editing / mixing / reworking has been done in 2010 after forgetting a little bit what was recorded.
The music is maybe the most varied disc of the band so far, with some classic sun stabbed tracks (ambient / drone / noise) but also some sound “dérives”.
One track has been issued on the “Inner ends of the coils” compilation edited by the label Nothing out there in 2010.
Format : 12 inches black vinyl. The cover is a photo by Pierre-Olivier Arnaud. Mastering by Aigle noir. Limited to 300 copies.
Re: doubtfulsounds
The first review on Vital weekly
http://www.vitalweekly.net/
Issue 773.
SUN STABBED - IN THE CORNER (CDR by Zero Jardins)
SUN STABBED - DES LUMIERES, DES OMBRES, DES FIGURES (LP by Doubtful Sounds)
A duo from France is Sunstabbed, or perhaps Sun Stabbed - the stamp on the cover is nice but not entirely clear. They have a single twenty-eight minute piece on their CDR, which they recorded two years ago in concert. Again no instruments are mentioned but my best guess would a duet for two guitars, amplifiers and stompboxes. If they would have been from New Zealand I would have surely believed that as well. A somewhat lo-fi drone affair, endless on the sustain, ringing in the overtones, with that sound that sounds like the guitar is on fire. Put together as an improvisation clearly, this has some weaker moments in the piece (around the twenty-first minute), in which they search a bit too much for the next thing and sometimes they seem to loose it. But the whole thing is quite alright, for lovers of drone rock, Dead C, Surface Of The Earth and such like bands.
And oddly enough one day after this I also received 'Des Lumieres, Des Ombres, Des Figures', their first LP release. Basically its an extension of what I heard on the CDR, but better worked out. Still owing big time to the antipodes, but the four pieces are quite a varied bunch of music. 'Ce Petit Monde En Derive' has some fine lo-fi frequencies of the higher range and dabbling of acoustic sounds, culminating in a low knitted array of sounds. 'La Terre Avec Ses Bruits' is build around loud guitar drones and sounds entirely different. The other side also has two tracks, 'La Fin, On L'a Devine' is a more introspective piece, with hand-held recorders feeding sounds through the pick-ups all along using the strings to perform their improvisations. It makes up quite an intense piece of music. This all culminates in the final track, 'Les Societes Secretes Et Leurs Agissements', which is a more straightforward noise drone rock excercise. The LP is better worked out than the CDR release I think, obviously, I guess, since its a studio recordings and me still being a sucker for Dead C, Bruce Russell, Surface Of The Earth and Sandoz Lab Technicians, think this is a great album. (FdW)
Address: http://www.zerojardins.com/zj
Address: http://www.doubtfulsounds.info
http://www.vitalweekly.net/
Issue 773.
SUN STABBED - IN THE CORNER (CDR by Zero Jardins)
SUN STABBED - DES LUMIERES, DES OMBRES, DES FIGURES (LP by Doubtful Sounds)
A duo from France is Sunstabbed, or perhaps Sun Stabbed - the stamp on the cover is nice but not entirely clear. They have a single twenty-eight minute piece on their CDR, which they recorded two years ago in concert. Again no instruments are mentioned but my best guess would a duet for two guitars, amplifiers and stompboxes. If they would have been from New Zealand I would have surely believed that as well. A somewhat lo-fi drone affair, endless on the sustain, ringing in the overtones, with that sound that sounds like the guitar is on fire. Put together as an improvisation clearly, this has some weaker moments in the piece (around the twenty-first minute), in which they search a bit too much for the next thing and sometimes they seem to loose it. But the whole thing is quite alright, for lovers of drone rock, Dead C, Surface Of The Earth and such like bands.
And oddly enough one day after this I also received 'Des Lumieres, Des Ombres, Des Figures', their first LP release. Basically its an extension of what I heard on the CDR, but better worked out. Still owing big time to the antipodes, but the four pieces are quite a varied bunch of music. 'Ce Petit Monde En Derive' has some fine lo-fi frequencies of the higher range and dabbling of acoustic sounds, culminating in a low knitted array of sounds. 'La Terre Avec Ses Bruits' is build around loud guitar drones and sounds entirely different. The other side also has two tracks, 'La Fin, On L'a Devine' is a more introspective piece, with hand-held recorders feeding sounds through the pick-ups all along using the strings to perform their improvisations. It makes up quite an intense piece of music. This all culminates in the final track, 'Les Societes Secretes Et Leurs Agissements', which is a more straightforward noise drone rock excercise. The LP is better worked out than the CDR release I think, obviously, I guess, since its a studio recordings and me still being a sucker for Dead C, Bruce Russell, Surface Of The Earth and Sandoz Lab Technicians, think this is a great album. (FdW)
Address: http://www.zerojardins.com/zj
Address: http://www.doubtfulsounds.info
Re: doubtfulsounds
Another review for the SUN STABBED LP
Sun Stabbed, "Des lumières, des ombres, des figures"
Sunday, 24 April 2011 19:11 Anthony D'Amico Reviews
cover imageI have not heard anything from this French duo since 2008's The World Upside-Down, but their gently roiling and shimmering guitar drone made a big impression on me. On this, their first full-length vinyl release, Pierre Faure and Thierry Monnier caught me a bit off-guard by taking a much more minimal and much less overtly musical approach. It definitely took me a while to warm to these changes, as their new arsenal of buzzes, hums, and whirs does not offer much in the way of immediacy, melody, or rhythm. However, there is still quite a lot to like here, as Sun Stabbed have made some significant creative progress over the last few years– it just takes some faith and patience to appreciate it.
The most notable aspect of this album is that Faure and Thierry rarely use their guitars in the way they are intended to be used, opting to avoid almost anything resembling a clearly picked/fretted note or chord. The opening piece, "Les terre avec des bruits," is probably as traditional as Sun Stabbed ever get on the album, as it is built upon a bed of distorted, metallic drones and subtly quivering feedback. It at least sounds like it is emanating from some guitars. That bed of quavering tones is essentially all there is though, aside from some occasional finger scrapes: the meat of the piece is simply the oscillations caused by the gently shifting harmonies. The next piece, "Ce petit monde en dérive," raises the volume and the dissonance a bit, but the biggest difference is that the feedback is allowed to snarl and break-up a bit amidst a backdrop of quasi-industrial creaks, clicks, and hisses. Then, around the midpoint, an actual melodic figure appears: a submerged-sounding lattice of bell-like tones. Unexpectedly, it even sticks around for the remainder of the piece, struggling to stay audible beneath a cacophony of guitar noise and a host of other sounds that resemble processed machine noises and pneumatic doors. Bizarrely, there are also some occasional snippets that sound like a calliope buried in the mix. No significant progression occurs before it winds to a close, but the constantly shifting balance between the various components is rather engaging.
The second half of the album begins with "La fin, on l’a deviné," which combines crackling and swooping noises in a way that approximates a roomful of malfunctioning short-wave radios. Again, some ruined-sounding guitar shimmer and calliope periodically drift through the static-y, garbled fog. Notably, it also sounds like someone begins playing an actual note with a pick for the first time on the record, but it is just one note insistently repeated and tensely bent to create dissonant oscillations with the surrounding hum. The fourth and final song on the album, "Les sociétés secrètes et leur agissements," begins nicely with some layered droning guitar snarl and an ugly low-end throb. It is difficult to tell what else is happening, but I am pretty sure that someone begins amplifying power tools, like perhaps a power-sander or a saw. It's a very neat effect, as the harsh grinding sounds provide an uncomfortable counterbalance to the increasingly turbulent guitar droning beneath them and even form an uneven pulse of sorts. The piece continues to deftly shift for the rest of its duration, cohering into a stuttering rumble that is regularly rended by periodic squawks of guitar noise or jarring powertool grinding. It's definitely the strongest piece on the album, but it should be noted that it is not particularly new, having surfaced before on the out-of-print Inner End of the Coils compilation (Nothing Out There) in 2009.
If this had been the first Sun Stabbed release that I had heard, I probably would not have paid close enough attention to it to enjoy it all that much. These guys certainly aren't the first folks to focus their attention on all of the electric guitar's peripheral sounds (fingers sliding along a string, amplifier hum, feedback, pick-up noise, etc.), but they are pretty uniquely skilled at ingeniously harnessing and sculpting those sounds into something vibrant and compelling. However, a great deal of this record's success lies in my being drawn in by the mysteries of the process. As such, Des lumières, des ombres, des figures has somewhat limited appeal despite its imaginative and skillful execution: Pierre and Thierry completely eschew any kind of melodic development or progression here in favor of tension and texture. This is an impressive work, but it is a hard one to love–I still very much prefer The World Upside-Down. Nevertheless, this release is a very promising development. A few more concessions like melody or warmth would be welcome, but it is hard to fault a band for boldly and skillfully testing the limits of their sound.
http://brainwashed.com/index.php?option ... Itemid=133
Sun Stabbed, "Des lumières, des ombres, des figures"
Sunday, 24 April 2011 19:11 Anthony D'Amico Reviews
cover imageI have not heard anything from this French duo since 2008's The World Upside-Down, but their gently roiling and shimmering guitar drone made a big impression on me. On this, their first full-length vinyl release, Pierre Faure and Thierry Monnier caught me a bit off-guard by taking a much more minimal and much less overtly musical approach. It definitely took me a while to warm to these changes, as their new arsenal of buzzes, hums, and whirs does not offer much in the way of immediacy, melody, or rhythm. However, there is still quite a lot to like here, as Sun Stabbed have made some significant creative progress over the last few years– it just takes some faith and patience to appreciate it.
The most notable aspect of this album is that Faure and Thierry rarely use their guitars in the way they are intended to be used, opting to avoid almost anything resembling a clearly picked/fretted note or chord. The opening piece, "Les terre avec des bruits," is probably as traditional as Sun Stabbed ever get on the album, as it is built upon a bed of distorted, metallic drones and subtly quivering feedback. It at least sounds like it is emanating from some guitars. That bed of quavering tones is essentially all there is though, aside from some occasional finger scrapes: the meat of the piece is simply the oscillations caused by the gently shifting harmonies. The next piece, "Ce petit monde en dérive," raises the volume and the dissonance a bit, but the biggest difference is that the feedback is allowed to snarl and break-up a bit amidst a backdrop of quasi-industrial creaks, clicks, and hisses. Then, around the midpoint, an actual melodic figure appears: a submerged-sounding lattice of bell-like tones. Unexpectedly, it even sticks around for the remainder of the piece, struggling to stay audible beneath a cacophony of guitar noise and a host of other sounds that resemble processed machine noises and pneumatic doors. Bizarrely, there are also some occasional snippets that sound like a calliope buried in the mix. No significant progression occurs before it winds to a close, but the constantly shifting balance between the various components is rather engaging.
The second half of the album begins with "La fin, on l’a deviné," which combines crackling and swooping noises in a way that approximates a roomful of malfunctioning short-wave radios. Again, some ruined-sounding guitar shimmer and calliope periodically drift through the static-y, garbled fog. Notably, it also sounds like someone begins playing an actual note with a pick for the first time on the record, but it is just one note insistently repeated and tensely bent to create dissonant oscillations with the surrounding hum. The fourth and final song on the album, "Les sociétés secrètes et leur agissements," begins nicely with some layered droning guitar snarl and an ugly low-end throb. It is difficult to tell what else is happening, but I am pretty sure that someone begins amplifying power tools, like perhaps a power-sander or a saw. It's a very neat effect, as the harsh grinding sounds provide an uncomfortable counterbalance to the increasingly turbulent guitar droning beneath them and even form an uneven pulse of sorts. The piece continues to deftly shift for the rest of its duration, cohering into a stuttering rumble that is regularly rended by periodic squawks of guitar noise or jarring powertool grinding. It's definitely the strongest piece on the album, but it should be noted that it is not particularly new, having surfaced before on the out-of-print Inner End of the Coils compilation (Nothing Out There) in 2009.
If this had been the first Sun Stabbed release that I had heard, I probably would not have paid close enough attention to it to enjoy it all that much. These guys certainly aren't the first folks to focus their attention on all of the electric guitar's peripheral sounds (fingers sliding along a string, amplifier hum, feedback, pick-up noise, etc.), but they are pretty uniquely skilled at ingeniously harnessing and sculpting those sounds into something vibrant and compelling. However, a great deal of this record's success lies in my being drawn in by the mysteries of the process. As such, Des lumières, des ombres, des figures has somewhat limited appeal despite its imaginative and skillful execution: Pierre and Thierry completely eschew any kind of melodic development or progression here in favor of tension and texture. This is an impressive work, but it is a hard one to love–I still very much prefer The World Upside-Down. Nevertheless, this release is a very promising development. A few more concessions like melody or warmth would be welcome, but it is hard to fault a band for boldly and skillfully testing the limits of their sound.
http://brainwashed.com/index.php?option ... Itemid=133
Re: doubtfulsounds
A new release on doubtfulsounds
http://doubtfulsounds.info/doubt07.html
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MICRO_PENIS "TOLVEK"
LP
A Side :
Evil Dead / Schnaka schlim / Sagesse asiatique / Kolossal abschluss / Berlusconi / Encore Noël / Elle avait du sang dans la culotte / Cocorico (poulet mort sur tas de fumier)
B Side :
Professionnels / Chimio / Molto safto / Kami Fak'r / Ein fustiger traum / Glory holes / Lorsque la lune est pleine je le sens vraiment
doubtfulsounds - doubt 07 - 2011 - 34'00''
Price: France €16 euro (postpaid) / Europe €17.50 (postpaid) / Rest of the world €19.50 (postpaid)
"You who enters here, give up any hope" (Dante / The divine comedy : the inferno)
A second LP from Micro_Penis on doubtfulsounds, two years after the noteworthy first one.
A second disc that nearly didn't come out as two members spent long stays in the mental hospitals, so the band couldn't record sessions. In addition to the heavy medication, those two members undertook therapeutic workshop with the artist Anne Zimmerman, where they expressed themselves.
K. and S. revealed themselves through sculpture, using rubbish, and in particular vegetable peelings and stuff found in the hospital garbage bins. They made up several creatures, hybridization of sexual obsession and vegetable shape. Anne Zimmerman proposed to develop some of their work with rubber.
Every copy of the "Tolvek" record (alsatian word for "moron") comes with one of them.
Despite the repeated hospitalisations of K. and S. and the year-long meditative retreats in a Zen temple in the south of Italy of H. and O., the rare recording sessions which comprise this new album are the moments where the inner demons have got the upper hand over the fragile mental health of each member, transformed each time into an outlet, or, exorcism.
Here is the sonic documentation of this.
For horror movie, art brut, cruelty and cavalry lovers.
Black vinyl and pro-printed cover, comes with a sexual rubber beast. Artwork by Michel Borgo. Mastering by Aigle noir. Limited to 300 copies.
http://doubtfulsounds.info/doubt07.html
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MICRO_PENIS "TOLVEK"
LP
A Side :
Evil Dead / Schnaka schlim / Sagesse asiatique / Kolossal abschluss / Berlusconi / Encore Noël / Elle avait du sang dans la culotte / Cocorico (poulet mort sur tas de fumier)
B Side :
Professionnels / Chimio / Molto safto / Kami Fak'r / Ein fustiger traum / Glory holes / Lorsque la lune est pleine je le sens vraiment
doubtfulsounds - doubt 07 - 2011 - 34'00''
Price: France €16 euro (postpaid) / Europe €17.50 (postpaid) / Rest of the world €19.50 (postpaid)
"You who enters here, give up any hope" (Dante / The divine comedy : the inferno)
A second LP from Micro_Penis on doubtfulsounds, two years after the noteworthy first one.
A second disc that nearly didn't come out as two members spent long stays in the mental hospitals, so the band couldn't record sessions. In addition to the heavy medication, those two members undertook therapeutic workshop with the artist Anne Zimmerman, where they expressed themselves.
K. and S. revealed themselves through sculpture, using rubbish, and in particular vegetable peelings and stuff found in the hospital garbage bins. They made up several creatures, hybridization of sexual obsession and vegetable shape. Anne Zimmerman proposed to develop some of their work with rubber.
Every copy of the "Tolvek" record (alsatian word for "moron") comes with one of them.
Despite the repeated hospitalisations of K. and S. and the year-long meditative retreats in a Zen temple in the south of Italy of H. and O., the rare recording sessions which comprise this new album are the moments where the inner demons have got the upper hand over the fragile mental health of each member, transformed each time into an outlet, or, exorcism.
Here is the sonic documentation of this.
For horror movie, art brut, cruelty and cavalry lovers.
Black vinyl and pro-printed cover, comes with a sexual rubber beast. Artwork by Michel Borgo. Mastering by Aigle noir. Limited to 300 copies.
Re: doubtfulsounds
VITAL WEEKLY 802
MICRO_PENIS - TOLVEK (LP by Doubtful Sounds)
Back in Vital Weekly 696 I reviewed the first LP by Micro_Penis, a quartet from Mulhouse, France and casted my suspicion on the fact that some of the information on the band might not be true. The gap between that first unnamed record and this second is quite long, since two members spend 'long stays in mental hospitals' 'revealing themselves through sculpture, using rubbish, and in particular vegetable peelings and stuff found in the hospital garbage bins'. They ended up with some rubber beats that every LP has (not mine actually). Two other members spend time in a 'Zen temple in the south of Italy', so the band had just a few rare sessions. There is still no listing of instruments, but again the voice is quite important. Still clueless what those 'lyrics' are supposed to be about, if anything at all. Maybe its some general purge. There is also trumpet, saxophone, electronics and maybe acoustic objects thrown about. However 'crazy' this all is, I think Micro_Penis has progressed from their first record quite a bit, with some interesting more thoughtful pieces and not as loud throughout as on the first album. Very much something for those who like anything from the Schimpfluch label, outsider music and art brut, even when it turns out, one day, that all of this was fake. Quite nice, especially the second side made a fine impression. (FdW)
Address: http://www.doubtfulsounds.info
MICRO_PENIS - TOLVEK (LP by Doubtful Sounds)
Back in Vital Weekly 696 I reviewed the first LP by Micro_Penis, a quartet from Mulhouse, France and casted my suspicion on the fact that some of the information on the band might not be true. The gap between that first unnamed record and this second is quite long, since two members spend 'long stays in mental hospitals' 'revealing themselves through sculpture, using rubbish, and in particular vegetable peelings and stuff found in the hospital garbage bins'. They ended up with some rubber beats that every LP has (not mine actually). Two other members spend time in a 'Zen temple in the south of Italy', so the band had just a few rare sessions. There is still no listing of instruments, but again the voice is quite important. Still clueless what those 'lyrics' are supposed to be about, if anything at all. Maybe its some general purge. There is also trumpet, saxophone, electronics and maybe acoustic objects thrown about. However 'crazy' this all is, I think Micro_Penis has progressed from their first record quite a bit, with some interesting more thoughtful pieces and not as loud throughout as on the first album. Very much something for those who like anything from the Schimpfluch label, outsider music and art brut, even when it turns out, one day, that all of this was fake. Quite nice, especially the second side made a fine impression. (FdW)
Address: http://www.doubtfulsounds.info
Re: doubtfulsounds
Two new releases on doubtful sounds
Yong Yandsen Disillusion LP, doubt10
Yong Yandsen is a musician from Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. He’s a member SiCKL (former Emacm), collective promoting avant-garde and experimental music and expressions in Malaysia.
Some may know his name from the Shang compilation, released on Xing-Wu, with two other artists from Malaysia. He did compose a piece for guitar, which was his first intrument that he drop for tenor saxophone some years ago.
With his tenor you can find him on various recordings from the band Klangmutationen, but here it is the first time solo. 7 improvisations recorded over a period of two years in Cheras, KL.
Free tenor sax with strong breath and playing with pitch in a lyrical style that make Yandsen related to Albert Ayler, Kaoru Abe or Masayoshi Urabe.
Black vinyl limited to 300 copies. Mastering by Giuseppe Ielasi. Artwork by Loïc Verdillon.
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Pali Meursault Offset LP, doubt11/ui019
offset is the exploration of the soundscape of a printing workshop, a journey in the depth of the mechanical and industrial energy of rotary presses.
Composed from field recordings made in two different printing facilities (in Grenoble and Paris from november 2011 to february 2012), the work is deliberately situated in between the sound document about the over-determined environment of a work place and the electroacoustic re-composition/manipulation. A series of variations on textures, rhythms, cycles and patterns formed by the producing and reproducing machines.
Here, the soundscape is regarded as a social and cultural phenomenon as much as it is acoustic: the recorded matter is both the damaging and alienating by-product of the production process, and already holds a musical dimension, marked by a hundred years of mechanical fantasies, as cultivated by the Futurists, industrial music or techno. The issue, then, was to study how the noise of a machine becomes music as much as it was to understand how a musical culture produces an alternative listening of the environment.
The first side of offset explores the rhythmic patterns of mechanical “cycles”; the second focuses on “fluxes” and continuous phenomena.
Co-realised by universinternational and doubtful sounds. Black vinyl, limited to 300 copies. Mastering by Giuseppe Ielasi.
More info and samples here
http://doubtfulsounds.info/
Yong Yandsen Disillusion LP, doubt10
Yong Yandsen is a musician from Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. He’s a member SiCKL (former Emacm), collective promoting avant-garde and experimental music and expressions in Malaysia.
Some may know his name from the Shang compilation, released on Xing-Wu, with two other artists from Malaysia. He did compose a piece for guitar, which was his first intrument that he drop for tenor saxophone some years ago.
With his tenor you can find him on various recordings from the band Klangmutationen, but here it is the first time solo. 7 improvisations recorded over a period of two years in Cheras, KL.
Free tenor sax with strong breath and playing with pitch in a lyrical style that make Yandsen related to Albert Ayler, Kaoru Abe or Masayoshi Urabe.
Black vinyl limited to 300 copies. Mastering by Giuseppe Ielasi. Artwork by Loïc Verdillon.
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Pali Meursault Offset LP, doubt11/ui019
offset is the exploration of the soundscape of a printing workshop, a journey in the depth of the mechanical and industrial energy of rotary presses.
Composed from field recordings made in two different printing facilities (in Grenoble and Paris from november 2011 to february 2012), the work is deliberately situated in between the sound document about the over-determined environment of a work place and the electroacoustic re-composition/manipulation. A series of variations on textures, rhythms, cycles and patterns formed by the producing and reproducing machines.
Here, the soundscape is regarded as a social and cultural phenomenon as much as it is acoustic: the recorded matter is both the damaging and alienating by-product of the production process, and already holds a musical dimension, marked by a hundred years of mechanical fantasies, as cultivated by the Futurists, industrial music or techno. The issue, then, was to study how the noise of a machine becomes music as much as it was to understand how a musical culture produces an alternative listening of the environment.
The first side of offset explores the rhythmic patterns of mechanical “cycles”; the second focuses on “fluxes” and continuous phenomena.
Co-realised by universinternational and doubtful sounds. Black vinyl, limited to 300 copies. Mastering by Giuseppe Ielasi.
More info and samples here
http://doubtfulsounds.info/