Reviews – March 2014

Basic Cable I’m Good To Drive LP (Permanent)
The un-Googleable Basic Cable were apparently a short-lived Chicago band, if I am to believe any of the sarcastically solemn artwork that decorates the album. Anyway, they are one of those modern noise-rock bands that technically aren’t really noisy (but trying to call them “post-punk garage” or something makes even less sense), and they’re alright. The vocalist has a John Sharkey sneer when he’s quiet and a Mark Arm howl when he feels the need to raise his voice, and the band kinda chugs along with the simplicity of Pampers (although not nearly as fast) and the rhythmic swish of Polvo (if I am allowed to compare P bands both young and old). Nothing too crazy here, nothing that really stinks or is incredible, just good music for guys who saw Bad Grandpa in the theater by themselves because all their friends got married and moved to the suburbs. There’s one song on here with a chorus that’s like “I could strangle you / I could fucking strangle you”, and while I’d prefer Screeching Weasel’s “I’m Gonna Strangle You” in a battle of Chicago-centric strangulation-based punk songs, Basic Cable have the whole “bitter guy who wants to laugh at the failings of others” vibe down pat, and it results in a good-if-unremarkable LP. They even manage to make a song with the premise of “everyone is nice” sound vindictive, so cheers to that!

Batillus Concrete (Andy Stott Remix) 12″ (Modern Love)
I like doom metal and I love Andy Stott, but there’s something about the combination of his gritty, post-industrial techno and the audaciousness of metal that worried me – what if it ends up sounding like a Playstation game? Dubstep is already teetering on the edge of self-parody, now almost fully claimed by the Mountain Dew generation, and I dunno, I don’t want to see Andy Stott go out like that. As it turns out, I was silly for worrying, as Stott’s remix of Batillus’s “Concrete” is fantastic. It’s super slow – the beat’s throb is a respite to the asphyxiating silence that sits within the rhythm, with only some sort of scraped bass-frequency to push things forward. The vocals are harsh and frightening, and honestly not too far from the vocals Stott used on “Execution” – it’s pretty wonderful hearing death vocals fit within the frame of evil electronic music without it feeling corny. My only complaint is that the remix is only five minutes long, which feels short, and well, I could probably go for at a few more doom-metal reworks care of Andy Stott, if not an entire album. Oh, and who the hell are Batillus, and how did they get so blessed as to receive the Stott touch? I hope they appreciate how cool this is!

Blood Red See Something Say Something 7″ (Square Of Opposition / Braddock Hit Factory)
If you’ve ever been to Braddock, PA, you’ve probably wondered what there could possibly be to do there – it’s a desolate shell of a small town. Well, the answer is clear – be straight-edge and play in a million different bands with your friends! Blood Red features a dear personal friend of mine named Dave Rosenstraus (currently most prominently in Hounds Of Hate), and this seems like another band he’d do, which of course it is. Fast, maniacal hardcore that is cleanly recorded and filled with unexpected riffs, quick changes and mosh build-ups. I’m reminded of Paint It Black and Trash Talk, although Blood Red seem closer to the DIY basement circuit in both musical approach and intent (they do start off songs with political samples, and the record comes with a hand-assembled lyric booklet, after all). Maybe a touch of Redemption 87 in the vocal department, too? Pretty cool stuff, and it makes me wonder where “hardcore punk” currently ranks on Braddock’s list of gross capital export. It’s gotta be up there, somewhere between Levis modeling and vegetable-oil conversion.

Bone For Want Of Feeling LP (Tenzenmen)
I know what you’re thinking… what of the Thugs-N-Harmony? Wish I knew, as it seems like our bud Bone is stepping out on his own. I’m kidding, of course, but who knows who this group is – there’s no insert, just a list of mysteriously foreboding song titles on the back (I don’t even wanna think what “See The Boy” and “Bath Time” are about). Musically, it’s somewhat interesting – Bone are a rock group with slow songs that seem deliberately, almost insidiously paced, really taking their time to reveal some sort of movement or passage. I’m reminded of Harvey Milk’s slowest material, or perhaps The Psychic Paramount if they had to wear those weighted wristbands that athletes wear to train in (I realize that comparison is a stretch, but bare with me). Maybe a slight Clikatat Ikatowi vibe when the tension comes to a head, too, or perhaps rather one of their lesser peers (The Great Unraveling or Sleeping Body, perhaps?). For Want Of Feeling is a cool record like that, keeping its cards close to its chest and forcing you to call its bluff, even with a solid hand.

Buck Biloxi & The Fucks Buck Biloxi & The Fucks Record LP (Red Lounge / Secret Identity)
Punk bands have utilized a variety of negative qualities over the decades, but Buck Biloxi & The Fucks have broken out into new territory with theirs: pure, unfettered arrogance. They’re like the Rick Martel of punk bands, and if you don’t like it, you can thank them as they kick you in the groin! Their songs are either celebrating their greatness (“I’m A Genius” being my favorite) or bemoaning your worthlessness (“They Should Have Killed You”, “Shut The Fuck Up” and “Shut The Hell Up” all prominent tracks), and I love them for it. Musically, it’s aesthestically similar to the late great Loli & The Chones, but Biloxi and his gang are less brash, and more modest in their classic punk riffing, with only the slightest tinge of garage in their sound. There are no drum fills (and on some songs, it sounds like only the snare is being played), and Biloxi down-picks every riff, resting only when the song is over. They’re really a phenomenal band, not just because the songs are catchy and good, but because of the aforementioned arrogance, essentially begging to be the band you love to hate. Even if it’s not a gag, I find their attitude to be refreshing and hilarious, and I hope Buck Biloxi is nowhere near finished telling the world how great he is.

Cellos Standard And Poor 7″ (Doormat)
So many bands playing heavy, precise “noise”-rock these days… I guess I can’t deny that it’s a fun form of music to play! Cellos are one of these groups, and they are decent. On these three songs, they go from a calculated Metz-style blast to grungier, stonier territory, as well as the usual “heavy Hot Snakes” vibe I so frequently hear. The vocalist has a nicely melodic bark that splits the difference between Phil Anselmo and the guy from Karp (although clearly is less distinctive than either). The whole thing feels pretty standard-issue, but not necessarily in a bad way? It’s like sure, I’ve heard the music of Cellos a thousand times before in many other bands, from the angry screams to the minor-key, drum-heavy breakdowns, but while they are fairly generic, they’re no disappointment either. Sometimes people just want a certain thing, and if you’re a Young Widows fan wishing Neurosis would play the cool bar in town instead of that big expensive club with the annoying security guys, perhaps this Cellos 7″ will keep you occupied for a while.

Concrete Asylum Social Anxiety 7″ (Bad Vibrations)
The music on this Concrete Asylum single is as murky and smudged-up as the cover art. I’m feeling it! They’re a hardcore band who call to mind Iron Lung and early Think I Care the way they pummel their songs into submission, guitars wildly feeding back before someone stops the tape. The songs are based on a series of fast hits, stretches of grind beats and the occasional high-speed d-beat, and the muffled recording adds a layer of grit without subtracting any power. The guitarist clearly wants a moment to show off his Greg Ginn-style leads, but the songs seem to blaze by too fast for an adequate chance. Never heard of this group before, and while there isn’t necessarily anything that is unique to them, all of these songs rage hard enough that I will keep an eye out in the future. And as both sides of this 7″ fly by in record time, they’ve done their duty in leaving me wanting more.

Cuntz Solid Mates LP (Homeless)
There were a few different reasons why I didn’t care for the first Cuntz LP that passed over my turntable, and as much as I wish they’d improved in the interim, they have not. First of all, they do the whole “hard-to-notice swastika on the cover” thing that Clockcleaner did with Nevermind… if you’re going to be a button-pushing noise-rock group, can you at least do something that wasn’t done in the past decade by a similar band? And secondly, none of these songs are particularly great or interesting (or even annoying, which I’d be willing to accept). I’d say Cuntz fall somewhere between the two-note monotony of Lamps and the knuckleheaded jubilance of The UV Race, but they lack the riffs of the former and the charisma of the latter. Instead, they just kinda sound like a less-talented Feedtime who want to seem drunken and outlandish but just come across as lazy and bored instead. I dunno, Solid Mates is far from the worst record in the world, it just seems like a mediocre collage of the various noise-rock (dare I even say “pigfuck”, Lord help me) groups that have come to light in the past ten years, and it almost makes me enjoy other bands in the genre less because of it. Imagine trying to feel psyched on the Misfits after listening to a dozen Misfits-inspired townie bands, you know? That’s mostly why I’m annoyed that I keep hearing Cuntz records.

Demdike Stare Testpressing #004 12″ (Modern Love)
Sure, I could’ve offered a low-income student a full college scholarship with all the money I’ve spent on Demdike Stare records at this point, but what am I supposed to do, stop buying them? Not sure how many “test pressings” Demdike Stare plans on churning out, but I’m committed at this point, and to their credit, Demdike Stare is still pretty great, with this series revealing some delightfully unexpected results. “Fail” is the a-side, and it’s a real slow-boiler, eventually leading into a death-march that hinges upon the sound of a thousand cymbals slowly fluttering louder and louder. If I was making a movie about a Chinese army in the 1400s that battled a man-eating dragon, I’d be calling Demdike’s publisher right about now. “Null Results” starts just as slowly, until an outrageous jungle-break hits, shortly followed by a double-helix acid blast – all it’s missing is the throaty scream of Alec Empire and some evening news samples to transform my black cotton pants into PVC. Not necessarily wall-shattering stuff, but both of these tracks are pretty great, and provide further depth to an already intimidating discography. I just hope for my bank account’s sake they stop with all these expensive little drips and hit us with another tidal wave (in non-bespoke, unlimited edition).

Dollar Bar Paddington Workers Club LP (Mere Noise)
It’s almost as if I’ve rudely interrupted band practice from the look the two sweaty teens on the cover are giving me, trying to get through “Come As You Are” for the tenth time in a row just as I barged in. I had no idea what to expect going into this one, and was pleasantly surprised by the G-rated pop-rock that filled the Paddington Workers Club. Whole lotta Jonathan Richman vibes, sans his unique brand of quirkiness and with a healthy dose of “men’s choir” vocalizing instead. Normally pop music feels like I’m eating dessert, but Dollar Bar are like a plate full of steamed vegetables. They’ve got similar chord progressions to modern boy-next-door troubadours as varied as Mac Demarco and Tony Molina, but Dollar Bar sound like the cover band at your local pub’s wing night trying out a few originals for the disinterested locals. I realize this all probably sounds horrible to you, but there’s something about the squeaky-clean chutzpah of Dollar Bar that has me squarely in their corner.

Downtown Boys Downtown Boys 7″ (Sister Polygon)
In 2013 there were roughly four new bands that blew me away live, and Downtown Boys were one of them – they were like a renegade ball of energy, with at least half a dozen men and women spazzing out in their respective spaces. I was eager to see how that’d translate on record, and this debut 7″ is pretty darn good! They’re kind of unique, too – Downtown Boys remind me of Limp Wrist (in particular, the vocalist’s fiery bark is similar to Martin’s), but with a sizable horn section that has yet to realize they aren’t in a ska band. So you get these spastic, faster-than-appropriate hardcore punk tracks with a couple saxophones bopping along like it’s MU330, and while I realize that the majority of you are probably peeling out of here, it’s a chaotic combination that I find quite appealing. If you’re on the fence, go on and search YouTube for the music video Downtown Boys put out for “Slumlord Sal”, the second of the four tracks here, and see if its mix of sexual freedom and hilarity doesn’t push you over to Sister Polygon’s shop pronto. They almost remind me of punk before it was so codified, when Black Randy would play with The Screamers and The Dils because that’s just what you did, and it’s a refreshing sensation to experience.

Bobby Draino Brain Drain 12″ (100% Silk)
I talk a lot (okay, too much) about the slight differences between Not Not Fun and 100% Silk, but this Bobby Draino 12″ was clearly meant for the 100% Silk label – it might be kinda weird in some ways, but this is indisputably dance music. I dig the name “Bobby Draino”, because it’s just as likely to be a Jersey mobster as a wimpy hipster from anywhere in the world (my best guesses for Bobby Draino – Toronto or Manila). I am fine without ever gazing upon Draino’s visage anyway (he’s probably an MMA fighter who lives down the street from me and I have officially sealed my fate), as he produces a very modern form of faceless techno fun. This single sounds somewhat close to the earliest house-oriented Ital tracks, maybe a little of that Octo Octa album I enjoyed, and with the two “Cloudface Edit” tracks, a touch of the hallucinatory effects Actress and Bandshell frequently employ. I hear some late ’80s new-beat in tracks like “Sean’s Beach” too, and “Blecc” almost feels like an unsophisticated cousin to the mutant techno Untold produces. Very comfortable, humble tech-house, and if it were a touch rougher or meaner, I’d expect L.I.E.S. to be contacting Bobby Draino through his Soundcloud right now, finalizing the details to their 12″ release. It’s probably that extra bit of androgynous sweetness that has helped Draino find the appropriate home on 100% Silk, after all.

Exit Hippies / Lotus Fucker split LP (SPHC)
Kind of a slick move, pairing your own band with the mighty Exit Hippies on a split LP. Can’t say I blame the folks behind both SPHC and Lotus Fucker, though – I am obsessed with Exit Hippies too, and sometimes you do what you gotta do just to get close to their greatness. I’ve already completely pledged my allegiance to Exit Hippies, so their side of this LP could be little more than amplifier feedback and Elmo samples and I’d still give it a thumbs up, but it’s actually legitimately great! Plenty of coarse, grating crust-grind suitable for mid-period Slap A Ham or early 625 Productions mixed with outrageous rave effects (and infected acid techno). It’s trademark Exit Hippies, and I kinda wish it was just a one-sided 12″, untainted with the presence of any mortals, and maybe with a sweet etching on the other side (now this is a band that understands artwork). No band could measure up to that, but Lotus Fucker are fine, at least – they continue to have impassioned spoken-word segments buffering their thrashy, squawky hardcore-punk, taking zero breaks between songs and sounding like a friendlier, sloppier mix of Nine Shocks Terror and White Load at points. Needless to say, I had to own this no matter who else was on it, but Lotus Fucker do not disgrace the gods they are paired with here. If you like deranged stoner-crust rave-core too, I am sure you feel similarly!

Fat History Month / My Dad split 7″ (Broken World Media / Ranch / Exploding In Sound)
Not sure what’s going on with Fat History Month – their side of the cover says “Sad History Month”, so maybe they’re starting to feel kinda sheepish about the name? Anyway, their track is a home-recorded (or so it sounds) nugget of downer indie-sans-rock, like a solo Dan Melchior track without the wit or pop hook, just the experimental collage-style format and a variety of instruments all stuffed next to each other. I guess it’s a cool track! My Dad’s song is called “Tom Waits For No Man”, which is almost so unbearable that I had to really force myself to drop the needle and not a brick, only for the sake of properly doing my job. This band is clearly made up of guys who insist on constantly making jokes and talking over an episode of Law & Order when you are just trying to watch the damn thing – surely you’ve met someone like this, right? Anyway, for some reason they are playing frantic emo-punk that goes from noodly to bombastic and back, all with a vocalist who is more proudly tuneless than the Milk Music guy. No thanks! Weird combo of bands to share a single, but I guess it’s kinda like dating – the remaining weirdos eventually all pair off.

Fishermen Patterns And Paths 2xLP (Skudge White)
The name “Fishermen” will excite no one, no matter what style of music we’re talking about, so let me do my part to excite you about this fantastic new techno group. I’m a cautious fan of the Skudge empire, and saw the Fishermen name getting bandied about with the “industrial techno” tag, so I figured I’d check it out – glad I did, because it’s killer! First, I’d say that this isn’t really industrial techno in the standard Regis / Vatican Shadow / Kerridge sense – Patterns And Paths is a club record, through and through. Which pleases me, as I don’t just always want to scratch my chin to techno, I also want to soak through my shirt in the middle of the night, and Fishermen offer plenty of opportunities for both. I’m reminded of a less ecstatic Planetary Assault Systems, or perhaps a more diverse Rrose, the way Fishermen cook up their meaty-yet-nimble grooves, grabbing from all corners of electronic dance music and setting it firmly in techno’s grid. It’s a diverse enough album that I never drift off, but it’s still consistently pounding and built with the structural integrity of an industrial bunker. If Vatican Shadow leaves you feeling unfulfilled, but you’d like to avoid the lowest-common-denominator blandness of David Guetta, I offer Fishermen as the happy medium.

Gentlemen Sex Tape 12″ (Homeless)
Anyone else completely exhausted by all modern transgressively-sexual noise-rock at this point? Seems like every week there’s some new band photocopying a picture of a guy in a leather mask and calling their tape “Creepy Bachelor” or “Cum Stain Stan” or some other obvious thing. Gentlemen are the newest one of these to cross my path (get it? They call themselves “gentlemen” but they’re really anything but!), and while I am predisposed to put them in the same burning dumpster I left my Francis Harold LP, I guess when I actually listen to it, it’s not so bad. Musically, they play kind of a fast, moody garage style with a good amount of grit on the guitar and a versatile drummer. The vocals are an indiscriminate whine that neither add nor subtract from the experience, and I dunno. Maybe this just hits too close to home or something, but I wish bands like this would just find other gimmicks – I’d rather see Gentlemen dress up like classic Halloween monsters or an ’80s R&B pop group, anything besides this. But maybe if you still think it’s novel that grown men have naughty sexual feelings, and want to dwell on that while listening to some rough n’ wild garage-punk, be my guest. Just wash your hands first.

Household Elaines 12″ (Dull Knife)
Nice to see both Dull Knife and Household are still in the game, as I have feared that both entities might’ve closed operations in the past year or so. Household are working in the same general aesthetic frame they established in Items, and they seem even more comfortable this go around, giving us some of their best songs yet. If you’re not already familiar, they sound like a tight little punk band stripped of all reverb, distortion and volume, which gives the songs this odd feeling of being cuddly and sweet even though they aren’t. The drums are sharp thuds, and the guitar, bass and vocals all exist only in the moment they need to in order for you to hear their sound. Nothing floats out in the atmosphere, everything is direct and bound by gravity, and it’s kind of a unique and awesome way for a band to sound, particularly when considering today’s “let’s turn everything into a ____-gaze” trends. “The Way Things Are” and “Panorama” are my personal favorites, but there are deceptively intricate hooks hiding in these songs (and plenty of plain-view hooks, too), and the fact that the EP is titled Elaines adds a new level of enjoyment, as I can’t help but picture the members of Household all dancing horribly. Hope there’s more Household to come!

Julie Of The Wolves Create / Destroy LP (Noise Pollution)
I can’t help but think that records released on a label called “Noise Pollution” should just be like, tuneless crust-punk and lo-fi harsh noise, so this Julie Of The Wolves LP surprised me with its level of musical talent and melodic tunefulness. They’re giving off some pretty heavy ’90s indie-rock / emo / math-rock vibes, rocking as if The Breeders still hadn’t reformed and the thought of At The Drive-In playing Coachella seemed laughable. They manage to take the structural integrity of math-rock and infuse emo’s warm humanity to it, which is a nice pairing, if not necessarily something I’m gonna tell my neighbors about. They’d go over pretty well with Alarms & Controls in the “modern-day adult people playing thoughtful Dischord-ish post-hardcore” category, although I’m not sure if they’d be worth paying a babysitter to go see perform. Definitely not the band for me, but if you’re old enough where you can no longer relate to today’s youth but young enough that you are aware of what they’re doing to annoy you in the first place, Julie Of The Wolves might give you some fleeting hope for modern rock music.

Kappa Chow Punk As Fuck / Love On Me 7″ (Kiss The Void)
I know it’s some sort of personality defect, but I will forever enjoy bands bragging about how punk they are. Hell, I’m reviewing three such records this month, and while Kappa Chow are clearly the least punk of the three, I’m still pleased to have spent some time with this single. They’re kinda like a mix of Edie Sedgwick and The Mummies, total frat-rock, but the cool frat from whatever ’80s movie is stuck in your VCR. “Punk As Fuck” works as the Kappa Chow entrance theme, pointlessly bragging as it warms up the room. “Love On Me” features an equally obvious riff, the sort of thing that made Alice Cooper and KISS millionaires and still works for punk rock groups today. On second thought, neither of these songs are spectacular, but I love the sleeve’s cartoon art and the songs fit it perfectly, like a slime monster in a Ramones jacket coming to eat Archie and Jughead. You probably don’t need to hear this single, but I’m glad I did!

Ketamines All The Colours Of Your Heart / Turning You On 7″ (Pleasence)
This Ketamines single is the first of their four-volume “singles series”, the second volume I’ve heard, and I dunno, I kinda hope it’s my last. Nothing against Ketamines, I just have yet to connect with their music over the four tracks I’ve heard. Like “All The Colours Of Your Heart”, for starters – to my ears, it’s like a limp, sunshine-y take on The Grateful Dead’s “Shakedown Street”, geared for children’s television programming (local PBS station). “Turning You On” is equally silly fun, but this time I’m reminded of a lo-fi Elf Power with less-distinct vocals and a cutesy vibe that I haven’t sought out since I watched The Fraggles as a five year-old boy. If only Ketamines sounded like Faith No More’s The Real Thing, which was my favorite album when I was seven. At least that way I could make some action figures mosh to it, you know?

Graham Lambkin Abersayne / Attersaye 7″ (Kye)
For a guy with a musical résumé that is chock full of surprises, it’s amazing that we still never know what Graham Lambkin will do next, only that it will be bizarre and confusing and uniquely him. I was prepared for “Abersayne” to be the sound of an asthmatic horse breathing into a paper bag, or the mating calls of a ruffled grouse mixed with John Denver, but he flips the “found-sound collage” script and delivers a sweet, wistful fingerpicked acoustic guitar track, framed only by unusual frequencies of air and his own stifled muttering. “Attersaye” rides a similar sensation, replacing the guitar with a piano. On this one, it sounds like Lambkin and a couple friends (or strangers, or duplicates of himself) are singing along with a touchingly mundane sonata, where it sounds to my Anglican ears like someone is singing the word “piano” over and over. The cover photograph shows Lambkin and a woman casually dining in upstate New York, the white of the river blanking out the detail of their own faces, and it’s a fitting cover shot, as these songs speak to a similarly pleasant and unexplained celebration, presumably of minor triumph.

Lögnhalsmottagningen / Bad Daddies split 7″ (Emotional Response)
Here’s my first time with the tongue-twisting Lögnhalsmottagningen, who I never checked out before. I get that it’s the Slumberland guy doing a hardcore-punk band with a friend, and I still get a little irked when people start hardcore bands in a way that’s like “isn’t it outrageous and funny that we are bothering to play hardcore?”. Even if that’s not the case here, I love hardcore, and hate when indie guys or poseurs or whoever try to moonlight in a hardcore band as a joke, okay? Anyway, I figured they were cool anyway, and their tracks here sound good – it’s pretty fast without being raging, particularly as the singer seems to have as many syllables as the guitar has notes, seemingly racing each other to the finish. Very simple, no-frills punk music that is written with an early-hardcore song structure – imagine a re-shuffling of the riffs on Dischord’s first-year catalog with a nasally guy doing a punk impression of Twista. I liked the Bad Daddies for their crappy, unflashy debut single, and while their talent level and recording quality have both improved here, it hasn’t hindered my enjoyment. The vocalist still sounds righteously pissed, and the band is tighter and more focused, like they’ve accidentally found how to be good while not sacrificing the inherent lousiness of hardcore punk. Cool split, but you might flip past it in the bins as the cover is a generic label sleeve with nary a mention of either band. Then again, who am I kidding – when was the last time you eagerly flipped through the “New Arrival Split Singles” section of a record shop? I swear, it’s a lucky break if a record store carries any new singles these days. Shame on all of us.

Multiple Man Body Double / Surface Roads 7″ (Major Crimes)
Multiple Man are a new Aussie electro-duo, and just when I might’ve been ready to request a moratorium on new electro-duos, these guys remind me why I dig this sort of thing in the first place – it can sound pretty cool. “Body Double” has a thick Belgian New Beat vibe, like the beat could drop to half-speed and turn into a Lords Of Acid remix, but instead the beat turns urgent, and the distorted-four-ways vocals lead me to compare “Body Double” to the earliest, rawest Cold Cave recordings. “Surface Roads” has a similarly EBM vibe, sounding more traditionally awkward and dark than most of their modern-day peers, although it seems like most modern synth-wave / whatever groups are more interested in mining the early ’80s first-wave of post-punk synth than the late ’80s Euro-dance that Multiple Man seem to aspire toward. Nice new-wave guitars on “Surface Roads” too, buried in the mix deep enough that it could just be a sample from a Police or Men At Work record and I wouldn’t be the wiser. Wouldn’t mind hearing more Multiple Man soon, preferably like three hefty songs spread across a deeply-grooved 45 RPM 12″ EP. So many lesser groups are getting a piece of that action, so why not Multiple Man?

Nekromantiker Nekromantiker LP (SPHC / Bong)
From their seemingly endless well of globally-sourced noise-punk, SPHC brings us Nekromantiker’s debut album (with a little help in Europe care of Bong Records). I could go into the specific musical influences, describing which tracks have more of a Confuse-style guitar attack or a Swankys-level of silliness, but really, all you need to know is that there’s a song called “Destroy Nuclear Chaos” on here, and Nekromantiker have previously released a split 7″ with a band called Chaos Destroy. Not a whole lot bouncing around in their heads, which is completely understandable as the television-static guitars and random electronic sound effects (who knows what’s actually going on half the time) are sure to damage a few brain cells in the process. Not as charming as Exit Hippies or any of their lot, but still a solid LP of ear-damaging punk-noise or punk-damaging ear-noise, whichever you prefer.

Nerve City Asleep On The Tracks LP (Sweet Rot)
Pretty sure I heard Nerve City before and wasn’t that into it – maybe a record on Sacred Bones? I went and looked it up, and yep, a 12″ on Sacred Bones that didn’t do much for me (or my ailing memory), but if there’s a noisy punk label I trust, it’s Sweet Rot, even if they did become Canadian. I came to Nerve City with an open mind, and I dunno… if I were having a fit of cardiac arrest and someone put on Asleep On The Tracks in an effort to revive me, you might as well start calling funeral homes for availability. I get the impression that Nerve City started as a one-man strained lo-fi classic lonesome guitar-rock thing, where the mistakes are as important as the right chords being played. Nerve City has clearly improved, and gathered a bassist and drummer in the process, but none of this is really sticking to my ribs. The vocals are fine, the playing doesn’t suck, the songs never get too awful, but I can help but feel like I’m listening to a Sam’s Choice version of Ty Segall dressed as Bob Dylan for Halloween (and no one recognizing the costume). Maybe I just gotta have this guy over my house to fully get it, but until I open that AirBNB I’ve been considering, I can’t come up with a good reason to spin Asleep On The Tracks again.

Pearson Sound Starburst EP 12″ (Hessle Audio)
There was a time back in 2010 when I was shouting the name of Pearson Sound and Ramadanman from upon high, and sometime since, I’ve fallen off the wagon. Or maybe Pearson Sound is to blame – his earliest EPs under this moniker ushered in a crazy new dance sound, and I feel like he has settled into a comfortable spot since then, as peers like Joe and Untold get zanier and zanier. I’ll always trust a Hessle Audio EP though, and this one is a subtle and satisfying affair. “Lola” is pretty chilled out, and dare I say “down tempo” for Pearson Sound, guided by finger-snaps and a feeling that his aircraft is barely coasting over the hills, undetected by radar. It’s followed by a track called “Power Drumsss”, which I guess comes with more powerful drums, but it still feels a bit subdued, with a feeling of slowed momentum that’s a cool studio trick, not a dance-floor explosion. “Starburst” takes over the b-side, and it comes with more of that “J.J. Fad sucked through a black hole” vibe that Pearson Sound has been investigating for a couple years now, as though he’s trying to torture the secrets out of ’80s breakin’ music. If I can forget about how unexcited I’ve been about Pearson Sound for the last year or so, Starburst is a pretty sophisticated and enjoyable slice of a thinking person’s dance music, but I can’t help but remember back to Plsn / Wad and the ways Pearson Sound used to really jolt my system.

Shackleton Freezing Opening Thawing 12″ (Woe To The Septic Heart!)
Okay, so I love Shackleton, but when this new 12″ first came out, I was strongly considering taking a pass – I’ve already got like ten Shackleton records, and the cover art seemed a little less Pushead, a little more Spongebob (or say, reminiscent of the later Flying Luttenbachers albums). I was ready to just willfully deny it’s existence, but then I heard a clip of the title track, and damnit, I instantly got my head back in the game. This EP is tried-and-true Shackleton while still pushing out into a different direction, which is a pretty hard thing for any artist to do, but Shackleton does, and he does it so well. These tracks all utilize wood-based percussion instruments (either real or synthetic, I dare not venture a guess) in intricate, interwoven patterns that subtly shift and swing. I bet if you translated the tablature of these songs and inputted them into a computerized weaving machine, you’d get some beautiful and exotic-looking basket as a result. The title track is really the star of the show, particular as the weird vocal sample locks into place and I become compelled to jam along on the nearest flat, hard surface (not counting my abs). There’s a dearth of low end here, just those rippling waves of melodic percussion, and it makes for one of Shackleton’s most dazzling EPs yet. Love this guy!

Shadowlust Trust In Pain 2xLP (L.I.E.S.)
Trendy as it may be, I have been getting more and more into the L.I.E.S. label lately, and can you blame me? They’ve got a cool thing going on with all their semi-anonymous basement-techno. I was curious then to see this double LP release of Shadowlust, complete with actual cover art and everything, and it’s great too, even if it’s further divorced from the dance-floor that L.I.E.S. allegedly dislikes so much. If anything, it’s kind of how I wanted LA Vampires and Maria Minerva to sound – slow, evil, post-Terminator apocalypse synths that ensure you are forever trapped inside some Resident Evil death grid, with ghostly vocals offering as much warmth and consolation as the head of Medusa. Much of Trust In Pain is little more than two machines beeping their alarms with those eerie vocals walking through the dark, and it’s within this minimal frame that Shadowlust is so effective – the less there is going on, the more I can focus on just how freaky and unsettling it is. “Fluid Distortions” is a good example, as it’s like a C.H.U.D. version of Glass Candy, a disco ball that is cracked and dripping blood. Someone might point out a Suicide or Cabaret Voltaire influence, but it all just sounds like Sarah Connor running for her life an impossible situation to me, which might be why I can’t get enough. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go check to make sure my gun is loaded.

Sneaky Pinks I’m Punk / Puke Pudding 7″ (Almost Ready)
I’m sorry, but any 7″ single that features songs called “I’m Punk” and “Puke Pudding” and comes with a poorly scribbled David Bowie mock-up cover is going to have to commit some serious musical crime for me to not love it. This is just all I ever wanna hear, you know? For the past decade, I’ve been confusing Sneaky Pinks with Shocking Pinks and Shearing Pinx, and this might finally be the chance I distinctly remember Sneaky Pinks by name. “I’m Punk” is a simple, rock n’ roll-y take on minimal punk, like Nobunny without the gimmickry. Somehow, there’s still a lot that one person can do with the word “punk” over and over (and over) again. Good stuff! “Puke Pudding” is a tasty treat too, nothing but guitars and vocals, which kinda sounds like a second-generation-dubbed Sloppy Seconds song with the bass and drums removed, or maybe if The Queers wrote a song for a fake Killed By Death comp released by Rip Off Records in 1996. The hypothetical release I just described probably took more thought than the song “Puke Pudding” itself, and that’s just one of the many reasons why I love this record.

Bil Vermette Katha Visions LP (Permanent)
Now that we’re nearing the end of obscure punk records to reissue, let’s move on to the seemingly endless selection of private-press synth records! I’m being silly, but really, there has gotta be hundreds of these things lurking in dusty cardboard boxes below the record racks, just waiting for someone with a creative ear to rediscover. This one is pretty cool, and I can see why Permanent would invest a small sum of money in re-creating it – first off, the name “Bil” is cool, and secondly, he pretty much does what you’d hope a solo synth guy from 1984 would do. There are plenty of budget-level Vangelis and Klaus Schulze arpeggiated grooves, with many wet-sounding textures and settings on the a-side (and one track even features synthetic seagulls, further cementing the vibe I was picking up). The b-side gets a little more creative, with an ice-cold vocal track that calls to mind both Gary Numan and Tin Man, and even a scorching guitar solo on the last track, starting off deep in early ’80s cheese and ending up somewhere closer to Matthew Bower, if you can believe it. If you’re lamenting the loss of Emeralds and don’t feel like digging in your local record shop’s attic for something like this, Permanent Records is offering an easy solution.

Video (Join The) Hate Wave / Captivity 7″ (Total Punk)
Here we go, a Total Punk single from Austin’s Video, one of the more distinct (and great) modern-day punk bands digging into various classic punk influences, both obscure and poseur-friendly. I loved their LP, lots of catchy hits, and this new 7″ does not disappoint! “(Join The) Hate Wave” is a great sing-along party crasher, a bit moodier than their debut, and dare I say more tuneful (the bassist gets to play more than one string). The vocalist still makes the group though, perfectly snotty and melodic and kind of unique – I could easily pick his sneer out of a prison lineup. “Captivity” is another mid-paced fist pumper, featuring a great nagging guitar lead and a mean-mugging rhythm that makes me want to cut the fingertips off my leather gloves and start vandalizing suburbia. This is some prime-time, top-shelf punk rock here, and it’s great to hear a punk band start off great, take their time with their follow-up and kick ass with that too. If you buy only one Total Punk single this year, you need to get a second job or something, but if you insist, make it Video!

Warthog Exterminate Me 7″ (Katorga Works)
Ever since I saw Warthog kick up an unhealthy level of dust in a West Philly basement a couple summers ago, I’ve been waiting on some vinyl. Not only because I could barely hear a damn thing and had no idea what was going on (or what the vocals sounded like), but because they were ferocious and hilariously winded between songs. This debut is cool! The title track opens it up with a very X-Claim!-style mosh-riff and snarling vocals reminiscent of the shortly lived (and fantastic) Men’s Interest. They follow that with “Rites”, which takes sort of a chugging Impalers-style approach to hardcore-punk and messes up its hair a bit (but don’t worry, there’s still a short guitar solo). More Men’s Interest vibes continue through “Potential”, with a Ginn-like riff sped up to Die Kreuzen speeds, and it quickly tumbles into “Yes, Master”, another quality ripper. No real surprises here, just another band that manages to incorporate the best possible classic American hardcore influences with a new-school touch (echoes of Hoax and Creem, if only in spirit and recording quality, are present), and does so to excellent results. I’m always down for records like this, and as I believe Warthog have at least two more singles slated for the near future (or so I’m told), I won’t be kept waiting long.

The Zoltars Walking Through The Dark LP (CQ)
I never expected to like a band named “The Zoltars”, but their first album was a charming chunk of understated indie-rock nerd-gloom. This new one is cool, too! This sort of thing is never really my personal favorite, just sort of coy and quiet and moody indie-rock that teases you with its hooks, but I really do dig The Zoltars – they just keep it the right amount of simple, and the singer has a memorable voice. The whole thing kinda sounds like doomed romance, as if The American Analog Set got into hard drinking and came out the other side alive but without all the friends they used to know. It’s kinda like a simplistic Modest Mouse with tasteful piano and a vocalist who sounds just enough like that awful old-guy pedophile character from The Family Guy that his voice really sticks out in my brain (that’s an awful and unfair comparison but I just can’t shake it). The lyrics are great too, evoking a sort of sophisticated confusion that I don’t get from many other bands. I bet no one goes to Zoltars shows, and that kinda just makes them that much cooler in my book.

Landed

I apologize for getting all LiveJournal on you, but Landed are one of my personal favorite groups to come out of the ’90s – not only did they put out fantastic records, they really meant something to me as well. They opened my mind to so many fresh and new concepts as a teenager entering adulthood (unhinged live performance, improvisation, costumes, unusual musical instruments, the concept of a “rock band” completely deconstructed), they sounded freaking great – it was like they took the scariest parts of rock songs, made them noisier, and stretched that moment into infinity. They were the Fort Thunder band that offered the fewest answers, came with this air of mystery that seemed completely unmanufactured, and produced a small handful of records that still sound fresh. When I first released an album of my own band, I ripped off Landed’s cover art design (shamelessly might I add), but what can I say, their influence was that strong. I won’t gush any further over Landed, because much like their music, this interview is long, intense, hilarious and worth paying close attention to. Founding members Dan St. Jacques, Joel Kyack and Shawn Greenlee all graciously participated.

How did Landed start? I’m not as interested in how you guys met, unless there is some great story there, so much as how did you all agree to create and perform the music you made? I can’t imagine there was much of a musical precedent you were following.
Joel: Landed started out of necessity, like all freakish things do. Things had reached a terminal head of convention. Granted, tons of sub-genres of music had evolved, but in each sub-genre there seemed to be rules and conventions that were silently adhered to. Shawn and I were just coming out of the Rhode Island School of Design, where we were trained in a particular line of thinking. We were after a larger idea than just some assembly of notes that were dutifully rehearsed and performed. We were lucky enough to be at this moment when a bunch of us (RISD grads) stayed around Providence after school, and began to become friendly with the local freaks. The bands like Six Finger Satellite and Thee Hydrogen Terrors, Arab on Radar – these were bands we’d seen but not people we knew. Then we got to know them as musicians ourselves living in the town, dedicated to Providence, not just kids passing through to go to school. For me, that’s when the real magic happened – between 1995 and 1997, when this openness invaded the scene and there was a sweet intermingling. In school we knew Dan as the dude that worked at the sandwich shop and was the sickest bass player in town, but then we started going over to his house and jamming. He was such a stone-cold freak that Shawn and I knew it was on… true love.
Shawn: Before Landed, we played under the name Land for a few months. So, Landed came out of Land. We had developed quite a bit as a band during our first months playing shows and the name-change acknowledged a new path we were on. What brought us together for Landed and what allowed it to thrive was the warehouse we all moved into in 1997, known as 556. We started as a three-piece that year, Dan and I both on bass and Joel on drums. We had played music together before. Joel and I had a couple early bands together, and were already friends with Dan. 556 was across the street from Fort Thunder (another warehouse, where Lightning Bolt was based). Joel and I both lived at the Fort earlier. Many of Landed’s other members lived in these warehouses. That community was really important for Providence music in the late ’90s.
The Fort plays a role in the Landed origin story. Fort Thunder would stage these big, tag-team, mock wrestling matches where wrestlers would dress up in absurd costumes and battle in the ring. At one event, Dan and I were a team, and Joel was the referee. In a match, Dan sprained his wrist, and couldn’t play bass at our next show, which was at a local bar. Rather than cancel, we decided to improvise a new set, maybe with one rehearsal beforehand. Joel and I stayed on drums and bass respectively, while Mat Brinkman (of Forcefield/Mindflayer) joined on electronics. Dan had a shortwave radio he was going to play. Up until that show, Joel and I were doing some vocal stuff, but we were mostly instrumental. We had already gotten a reputation for having an “active” live show, but this is when Landed really reared its head. As we started, Dan’s instrument broke. Without any warning, he took on a frontman role with vocals. We had not discussed this beforehand – it was a spontaneous decision. I remember Dan’s bass cab on the floor, him eating the speaker cone, and the audience in frenzy. The bartender freaked out on us after our set; he hated it. There was a tense, public argument with him and the rest of the show got shut down. On our track “Why I Live,” you can hear Dan chanting, “fuck One Up.” The bar’s name was “One Up.”
I guess we knew we were onto something different at that point. Dan was a singer, and the music we wanted to play was definitely about reacting to circumstances prior to and during performance, not about perfectly matching something precomposed. Both Joel and I kept accidentally hurting ourselves, which caused us to change instruments or the ways we played. This set us on a path to frequently change things as a working method. At one point in ’97, I had broken ribs and Joel had severe back and knee problems. The philosophy was that if we booked a show, we wouldn’t cancel on account of injury and we’d keep booking shows despite whatever issues arose. We’d figure out what to do with the ongoing circumstances and our performance deadline. I think this had a big impact on the music we made. Sometimes this involved adding or removing players. This is when Rick Pelletier enters as a core member. John Dwyer and Mat Brinkman were also regulars. We had arrived at the idea that we should write basic song structures around which we could improvise, and change these from show to show. We didn’t over-rehearse as we wanted the audience to be there for when we really nailed it. Members changed instruments. New members were added to the mix. Altogether, I think there have been thirteen Landed members. Shows were full of “obstacles”, either self-imposed or granted by the audience.
We knew that Landed shouldn’t be a band that was organized around a collection of songs, because as soon as creative differences or other circumstances happened, the band could easily die. We wanted a structure that actually reveled in the creative differences and the unforeseen circumstances. Something that was capable of adapting, allowed members to drop out and come back, and as a founding principle couldn’t “break up.” Sometimes we repeated sets for short tours, but a lot of Landed material was only performed once and went undocumented (or maybe documentation hasn’t yet surfaced).
The show that put us on the path to making some records is the one we played with Men’s Recovery Project, Dropdead, and Forcefield in Providence. That’s when we met Sam McPheeters who put out the first Landed stuff on Vermiform. That’s the show where Dan set himself on fire.

That’s an excellent early recap. I guess I am curious to go a little further back, not necessarily time-wise, but in the formation of your musical philosophies… like, how did you even come to the conclusion that a rock band could get up on stage and improvise the songs, get injured, and allow spontaneity and energy to reign supreme? I feel like for most people who start playing guitars and drums as teenagers or whatever, the general ideology is that “practice makes perfect”, and that being tight and well-rehearsed is a sign of superiority, even for punk bands. How was it that you were all so willing and eager to throw out rock’s rulebook from the get-go?
Shawn: I’d say our rehearsals have always been about preparedness for the performance. To me, improvisation is about being ready, having honed one’s skills, so that you can create extemporaneously. That’s where the dedication in rehearsal has been for Landed, much more than composing the details and hitting all the right notes at the right time. Even when we’ve agreed upon structures that have allowed us to get really tight, improvisation has been a factor. Sometimes it’s been completely free, and sometimes improvisation is constrained… like maybe certain players get more freedom, while others have to hold down the core; or there is a tightly composed rhythm everyone is playing, but otherwise it’s open; or there is some timing variable which isn’t resolved until we play it live. There’s a lot of care in crafting playing experiences that include potential discomfort and risk, and that’s a good thing.
In a basic sense, the ideas that were formed in our early days were about setting the music in motion and not stopping on account of difficulties. Like, if someone breaks strings, a guitar neck, a drum head, or a mic… keep going. There’s no stopping to re-tune an instrument or fix what’s broken. If the audience comes crashing into the drum kit and knocks everything over, that’s part of the music, not outside of it. In that way, Landed has been about the live event, much more than about delivering a live version of recorded/written songs. Reconciling that with the other rock contexts you’re getting at is tough, as I’d hazard to say that most rock bands want to play their tunes for the audience, have the audience listen to recordings of those tunes at home, and have that process repeat. Eventually the audience becomes so familiar with the songs, that enjoyment comes from the familiarity with and recognition of them, including the ability to evaluate differences between live performances and recordings. Then, ideas of good and bad performance tend to become really simplistic; it becomes about meeting expectations as listening habits are formed. Landed should totally register as dissatisfaction with that formula of music production and reception. But, that stance is only possible because we all have experiences in and also care about those other rock contexts you’re getting at. We’ve all had other bands before, during, and after involvement with Landed that aren’t anything like Landed. Landed provides a context to experiment.
In the various changes the band has undergone, we’ve had shifting notions of what preparedness should be depending on the music we decided to make. So, sometimes it’s involved doing something over and over for weeks in rehearsal in order to establish a framework from which to diverge from or return to in performance. Sometimes it’s involved establishing a set of cues to watch or listen for so that we can arrive at the same place at the same time. That might take three or four rehearsals to get right. In the early days, we might have met once or twice before a performance to devise a strategy, but we had a lot of performances, so one live experience was feeding into the next cumulatively.
Most importantly, I think that preparedness involves playing a lot of music together over extended periods of time, like months and years… and hanging out, listening to and talking about music. We’ve gotten to know one another’s vocabulary and be able to anticipate each other’s moves. We’ve been able to play within that relationship, sometimes subverting, sometimes complying, sometimes instigating. The individual vocabularies and group dynamics change, so that’s exciting too, to realize that your old expectations are wrong or that you have a new perspective.
Joel: Shawn was out in LA a few weeks ago and one thing that we talked about that I had almost forgotten was how much fucking music we listened to. As a group. Seriously listening, not having music on in the background and partying. This went on for years. We would go to Dan’s or Rick’s place (which was in the same warehouse where Shawn and I lived), and sit in the near-dark for hours listening to records of all kinds. We would sit without talking for entire record sides, over and over again. Then we would talk about it. Dissect it. Not only technically, but what made it tick in its dirty core. It was like a formal education, a seminar class in graduate school. We wanted nothing more than to thrill ourselves and impress one another. As for tightness and well-rehearsed-ness showing superiority, even in punk bands, I think we thought of that as total bullshit. Punk is a name for a kind of music that we can talk about, name, describe, and give examples, and punk is also a certain kind of attitude (outside of the music) that we were interested in exploring to our own selfish, extreme ends. Real freedom. Not according to some fashionable code of conduct. We played with a lot of these “punk” bands, and I think that by the end of those nights we had illustrated that those bands weren’t as punk as they thought they were.

To an outsider, that seems like a pretty academic, thoughtful approach to what might seem like insanity on par with pro-wrestling, mosh pits and Jackass-style stuntery. You say that Landed provides a context to experiment – at the same time, how much was it about just going totally crazy?
Shawn: There’s a lot of stories about Landed live shows which would back you up on claims of insanity and hedonism. I’m not going to dispute that at all, and totally acknowledge it. For sure, a good amount of irreverence and debauchery has been a consistent baseline for the group. Plenty of hijinks. It’s hard to imagine Landed performances without some buffoonery and misbehavior (for the players and audience). It’s a critical factor… otherwise, it wouldn’t be Landed. But, that shouldn’t undermine what I was saying early. It goes together. The music incites the revelry and vice versa.
Joel: If it sounds academic it’s because to a certain degree it was. We discussed and planned very seriously a way to perform without planning. I’ve always thought that live, Landed is about creating a chaotic situation. Inside of that situation unplanned things emerge, either moments of brilliance or complete failure. Both of these are good. If your ear is tuned right and your body is ready to move, you react to this situation by contributing, by pushing the other players to evolve their strategy in the moment. We don’t pick the notes or the rhythm or the “melody”… it picks us. We become conduits in a reactive state. The only note that matters is the first one. All the others are just following that one, dealing with it, responding and trying to put something together that (hopefully) to the audience is obvious that it is being done right there, for the first time, in the moment of performance. The band and the audience are all hearing this for the first time, together. That’s where the energy is, the freedom. I think we even became snobs about this. Playing with really great bands that went out there and did their duty started to seem laughable.

So the story of Dan setting himself on fire needs to be re-told. As I remember hearing it, he was wearing a sweater soaked in oil, and then had to give some bogus excuse to the hospital, so as not to be sent to the mental institution?
Dan: I think Shawn did a fine job explaining things thus far and I would be happy to carry the torch (so to speak… ha!) a little further in regards to “the fire incident”. A little explanation may be in order, as one does not come to the decision of lighting themselves on fire in a vacuum or should do so without good reason… unless they’re completely nuts. You make the call! Ha!
Anyway, the night of July 27th, 1997 was definitely one to remember! We were asked to play a show with some local faves: extremist hardcore-punk heroes Dropdead, along with the avant sounds of Forcefield and the legendary act Men’s Recovery Project headlining the night. Of course we jumped at the chance to play on such a sick bill, and I remember thinking we’d really have to make an impression playing with such heavy hitters, which leads me to some necessary background info.
The music we were working on at that time was quite unconventional. It was a very exciting atmosphere with all kinds of customized instrumentation and frequent line-up changes. With most of us the living in the same building, we were able to play all the time, but purposely didn’t do a lot of arranging other than the most basic outlines as Shawn already mentioned. We wanted that open and spontaneous feeling to be conveyed foremost over rigid form. It was an odd blending of post-punk, noise and electronica without the contrived efforts of creating a certain sound or fitting into a specific genre. The vibe of the music felt very dark, yet had an energy that was not apathetic or depressing (as some music with that tone can easily fall into) but had more of a cathartic and psychedelic effect on me. I had only recently become the vocalist of the band (itself a result in spontaneous combustion as Shawn also already explained) and quickly found myself immersed in a new sense of freedom of expression and performance.
This is where my head was at the time. I had always been into the idea of the spectacle and embraced the dramatic performances of some of the more peculiar bands that I witnessed as a youth. As a member of the local music scene here in Providence (since my teenage years) I was fortunate to be a part of a very exciting time in the development of underground music of the mid/late 1980s. It was very reactionary – rock, metal, punk and then hardcore had pretty much run their course and underground musicians all over the country once again began tinkering with new sounds and influences that were not necessarily connected to music. I saw a ton of bands play during those years but what I was really impressed with were the ones whose performances were on the more wild/experimental side. These were the groups that rose above the limitations of their specific style and sometimes exhibited almost superhuman attributes to their performances. I witnessed acts where the vocalists would cut their faces up and bleed all over the place or jump into the crowd only to land on their head and crawl back to the stage. I saw all kinds of shit that blew my mind as a teen and it really made an impression on me. That a “live” band should kick your ass, not only sonically but physically as well, and that the band’s energy should be projected outwards and not drain those bearing witness… yawn! Anyway, these are some of the things that helped create and inform my sensibilities about how I thought music should be made and performed (more specifically with Landed) and which ultimately lead to “the fire incident” which was (ironically) only hastily “practiced” the night before without much forethought or planning. I was not looking for a death-wish or trying to reenact some type of Buddhist monk self-immolation political statement (although I was very fascinated by those dudes), I just thought it would come of as visually stunning (in other words…crazy as shit!) and stir things up a bit for the “I’ve seen it all ‘arms folded’ Providence crowd”, and I can say that because it takes one to know one – ha! It was something I would have wanted to see myself – fire is a powerful thing, and it always arouses the human mind both positively and negatively, for better or worse. Although I wasn’t originally looking to get seriously injured, I soon found out it would end up costing me several weeks of some hard-ass healing time and more than a few painful nights being stuck to my sheets. All this being said (in hindsight of course) I do have to admit that it was definitely some sort of mixed/confused act of perverted/subverted/vanity/bravado/masochistic type of shit, which (for a time) seemed to only escalate with each Landed show thereafter.
So, back to the story: from the assumption that we would be the openers of the show (being the “newest” band on the bill) and reacting to the ominous droning sounds of J Ryan’s Moog synth, Shawn’s psychedelic “slide” bass/Optigan and Joel’s relentless tribal-like drumming at practice that week, I was inspired to come up with an idea that would initiate the perfect mood for the entire evening. Something that would not only startle the crowd, but also let the headliner know how dead serious we were about music/performance and our commitment to both. We had rehearsed our set for the show at least a couple times in the proceeding week in typical Landed fashion, going over an amalgamation of a few pre-arranged riffs but still relying on a lot of improvisation, a craft we were just beginning to hone – using very little to create something much larger than just the sum of it’s parts.
Having the fortunate position of being the first band on that night, we were able to set up our equipment/sound-check and then leave it there, ready to play. When we were finally told to hit the stage, I hung back in the dressing room while Shawn and J started warming up the stage with a creepy ambient intro vibe. I quickly removed the t-shirt I had been wearing and put on the polypropylene thermal underwear top I brought to douse in rubbing alcohol as I had practiced the night before, and with a last minute decision to use a little more accelerant than originally planned, I quickly found out it definitely would do the trick. I remember ditching the lighter as soon as my right arm went up as I ran out towards the stage. I tried to make it to the microphone but I went up in flames so fast that I completely knocked it over trying to get my shirt (now partially melted and still on fire) off of me. I was supposed to grab the mic and we would then all kick into the set together but it didn’t go quite as planned, but as you can see in the clip on YouTube, Joel did actually wait for me to get the mic in hand and then we all hit that shit as hard as we could for just over twenty minutes, if I remember correctly.
It’s funny that it has been almost seventeen years since that night, but it still feels so fresh in my mind. I clearly remember running out, knocking over the mic, seeing people backing up with terrified faces, ripping my shirt off, hitting the ground, grabbing the mic, screaming bloody murder (the lyrics I wrote for the main riff were “United States of pee / suck on my… techno pussy”), then jumping back onto my shirt (still on fire) and rolling around on it, then picking it up and throwing it all the while thinking to myself am I going to get into serious trouble here? I remember crawling around on the floor through the crowd, licking the floor, grabbing people’s feet, doing some weird version of the “windmill” slipping and sliding around in my own pool of lymph. I also remember a “cold” feeling beginning to encircle my neck and armpit, only later to discover that was where my skin was most burnt.
After our set, I quickly made my way to the men’s room to get some water. The vocalist for Men’s Recovery Project, Sam McPheeters, came in and asked if Landed wanted to put out a record on his label. He wrote a little piece about our “meeting” in the men’s room in his rag Shooting Space a couple of years later.
After much suggestion by a few buds, I finally drove myself to the hospital after having a look at myself in a mirror. I wanted to stay for the rest of the show but my lips were black (what was left of them) and my body was still smoking (steaming?). I wasn’t really in any sort of pain, I just felt cold. I was in shock, but still quite lucid considering the situation. By the time I got to the hospital my adrenaline must have worn off, because I definitely began hurting all over quite a bit and I remember not being able to stop my legs from nervously shaking – and then the throbbing set in, a pulse that seemed to have no end. The nurse who interviewed me upon arrival asked me what happened and I told her that I was a performance artist and had an accident during a show. I explained that it was an unexpected result of a poorly practiced piece involving rubbing alcohol and fire. I have to admit, I was a little nervous that they might send me to the funny farm for further analysis, but luckily I was coherent enough to be believed and the nurse was open-minded enough to take my story at face value as the truth. Which it was… for the most part anyway. I left out a few minor details, but nothing that was going to inhibit my treatment in the emergency room, namely the shot of Demerol that was offered to me.
Meanwhile, back at the Met, Forcefield was on next and decided to pump the club full of carbon monoxide via a scooter and a very long hose hitched up to the exhaust pipe….slowly poisoning the crowd. Then the Dropdead boys leaked lighter fluid across the stage and onto the floor of the club before setting it ablaze. Finally Men’s Recovery Project went on and did their thing as well, but unfortunately I can only recall what other people have told me of the rest of the show because I was at the hospital for most of it and was released only in time to get back to help with the equipment at the end of the night.
Note: this show and its display/use of extreme themes took place years before the somewhat recent tragic event concerning an infamous Rhode Island night-club and its irresponsible negligence for the death of a hundred music fans. A display of this sort would not likely ever happen again without serious fines and perhaps legal ramifications that no band would be interested in seeking out.
The aftermath: most of my face was somehow saved and only slightly burned, but my lips were burnt to a black crisp. They eventually fell off after a few days, revealing a fresh pair of pink ones underneath. My earlobes dripped a yellowish liquid/gel for about a week. My nose had a similar situation going on for about the same amount of time. My neck and chest were covered with very painful second-degree burns in some spots, healing time about three weeks. My hands were only slightly burned with a couple of spots having second degree lesions, healing time about two weeks. One of my armpits got the worst of it, maybe when I pulled the burning shirt off? There was a huge chunk of second-degree burns and a couple of third-degree burn holes as seen on the back cover of Landed’s How Little Will it Take (photo taken after about a week of healing), healing time about a month. Fortunately all of my burns healed with minimal physical permanency, but I can’t fully ascertain what the experience did to me psychologically. Those scars will last forever… just kidding! They’ve just been converted into tattoos.
Some people have asked me if I would ever consider doing it again. My answer: no, it’s kind of something you only have to do once.
Joel: I remember when the backstage door opened. The audience could not see in the door, just the people on stage. Shawn had set up in the crowd and J and I were on the stage. It looked like a second sun had risen when that fucking door kicked open. J and I shot each other a look I will never forget, something like, “Our friend seems to be in serious trouble, but we both know he’d rather have us push on…” And so we did. The second Dan hit the mic, my arms came down on the drums and the whole place “lit” up. Some people made for the door right away, thinking something really awful and unexpected had happened. But for those who stayed…

Amazing. So, in moving forward with Vermiform, and putting out your debut album and 10″ EP… what was your thought process behind transitioning Landed from a live entity to a recorded one? Were you trying to capture the live show on tape, or do something completely different?
Dan: I handled some of our earliest studio recording efforts, and we basically set out to document what we would do live by recording the set a couple of times and picking out the one we liked best. We would then do minimal overdubbing if needed. We used a Yamaha 8-track so it was a very straightforward approach and it made the most sense economically. We would then take it to somewhere to be mixed and mastered.
We also recorded at Six Finger Satellite’s studio, The Parlour for a few sessions. They had a much more traditional recording setup with a proper mixing board and separate tape machines. But even with access to that equipment, we usually went for the “live” vibe and tracked most of the material together in the same room, reacting off each other as if it was a live performance. It wasn’t until much later (more recent Landed recordings) that we would sometimes create something completely in the studio and then “learn” to play it for a live show, mainly due to all of us living in different parts of the country, etc.
Joel: At first, the live energy seemed to be pretty important. Dan had a cassette 8-track that we recorded on, and Dan had this amazing King Tubby-style of live mixing that was pretty unique and gives the recordings he did a really singular, unique sound. But yes, at first I think that’s what we were after. Then Shawn began to evolve as an engineer and all-around digital bad-ass, and the stuff started getting more refined in the recording. For me personally, the recording always followed the live shows in order of importance. Landed was one-night only, night after night. Andre Breton famously said “always for the first time”. For me, that was Landed.
Shawn: Specifics on the releases would be a lot to get into, as almost every one was handled in a different way. Sometimes with the intention that it would become a record, and sometimes simply recorded to remember what we did that day in rehearsal. I remember that the Times I Despise 12″ was recorded entirely live to stereo DAT. Rick set up some mics to record the set after we got back from a tour. Our intention wasn’t that the recording would become a record. We recorded that in 2001 and the 12″ was released in 2006. Then, we were simply documenting where we were at with the songs after touring. Recordings were often just for us. Of course, we wanted to put out records, but we never felt the need to make that a priority.
Those early recordings that Dan did on his 8-track underscored for me how difficult it is to capture the live set. The context of the live performance is simply gone. The volume, the physicality of the performance, the sight, smell, interactions with the audience, etc. What I’ve always liked about recordings was the possibility to get a new perspective on the live event, mostly from the positioning and selection of mics, but also in post, with mixing, processing, and editing. It was important that we always had mobile recording setups, so that wherever we rehearsed there was some device recording. Sometimes we had the foresight to use a multi-track and set up mics properly. Other times, it was simply a stereo mic, placed a little closer to the drums than the amps. The released recordings reflect that range.
Recording definitely became a form of “instant replay” during rehearsals. We used recordings to pick apart what we did, to understand the dynamics that emerged and figure out where we wanted to go. I remember listening to recordings of rehearsals between rehearsals again and again. Repeated listening was preparation. It helped to find new directions.

You mention touring – how much did Landed tour back in the ’90s? As someone who never lived in Providence, I feel like Landed was so directly linked to that town and the Fort Thunder scene, that I’m wondering if audiences elsewhere were as receptive to your live performance. Was it a big difference, playing other cities?
Joel: Landed didn’t properly “tour” all that much, considering the amount of time we were actively playing. We’ve played as far west as Texas, so half of the country had the chance at some point to see Landed. Most of them didn’t. In keeping with the overall ethos of a band that can never die / have a permanent lineup / play a song consistently / do an encore, touring also wasn’t something we managed to fully embrace. I can’t totally say why even, other than that sort of planning, maybe, seemed too imposing. Our duty was to the music, and we really didn’t give a shit about much else.
When we did tour, people in other cities either had no clue and no one showed up, or people showed up and were really psyched to see us. On our first tour (1997) we were “the new Vermiform band”, so that helped get people out and provide a context for what we were doing. Pretty quickly we developed a reputation as a wild live show, so people came out for that as well, often with unrealistic expectations. Because our most active period was before everyone had a video and still camera in their pocket, the actual insanity wasn’t preserved for everyone to witness on YouTube. What remains instead is legend, which has a certain power over the imagination that we definitely embraced and fed upon. People were expecting us to tear our heads off or spit blood sometimes, because they’d “heard” it had happened somewhere before. That energy and expectation on their part fed into the intensity and purpose with which we played and most often made for a memorable evening. I think that we were lucky that way, to be active pre-internet. Don’t take me as some codger, but there really was something amazing to the way tales were twisted and exaggerated, and how those twists produced expectations that were sort of born on their own, the bastard children of what had really happened. And then that becomes the new reality that the band exists in. And that was sort of Landed’s goal all along in some way. To produce situations that created their own temporary “rules”, and then to operate inside that rule-set. And then to immediately break those rules.

Do you consider Landed to be a “Vermiform band”? Was there any camaraderie amongst the rest of the label’s roster at that time?
Shawn: Neil Burke lived in Providence for years, and Sam McPheeters relocated Vermiform to Providence for a time. We did the Why I Live 10″ and Everything’s Happening album with Vermiform. Load put out the Dairy 4 Dinner 7″ in between those Vermiform releases. Besides some comp tracks, those three releases were all of Landed’s recorded output until 2006, when we started releasing things from the archives and recording some new material.
Though our recorded output wasn’t a lot during our most active period as a live band (1997-2002), I think we did identify as a Vermiform band. Simultaneously, we were a Load Records band. Though in the big picture, we’ve always been a Providence band through and through.
With Vermiform, the camaraderie was mostly with Neil and Sam, and other Men’s Recovery Project members and associates we met through them. Neil performed in Landed on a number of occasions (including “Dairy 4 Dinner”), and Joel and I did one recording session as the rhythm section for Men’s Recovery Project, the outcome of which was the track “Sexual Pervert” released on the Grappling with the Homonids MRP/Sinking Body split LP.
Joel: I felt there totally was, at least with Sam and Neil. Neil Burke was a close friend of the band’s, and often played with us. Shawn outlined that relationship already. Funny thing is it still now feels a bit family-style. Sam McPheeters lives in Claremont, CA, and I see him as often as anyone sees that crazy hermit. And the only employee Vermiform ever had – Anthony Berryman – is one of my closest friends here in LA, the singer from a past LA band of mine called Megafuckers.

I’d say Landed were pretty unique and somewhat influential – I can’t think of any bands who sounded like Landed before Landed. Was there ever a point where you started noticing other bands who kind of adopted Landed’s style, one way or another? How did that feel?
Shawn: In thinking about bands that were influential on Landed, I’m sure we could each list important artists, records, labels, or live experiences that were formative. But rather than that, I’d focus on the bands we were connected to in-person. I think these relationships were key to Landed’s growth, what made us think about what we were doing. I think Men’s Recovery Project was certainly an influence. There was this mixture of absurdist performance, rock music, and sometimes odd / sometimes standard instrumentation that made sense to us. Joel and I had gone to see MRP in Philadelphia well before Landed started and before we became friends with those guys. I remember Hose Got Cable played the same show (with John Skaritza from MRP and Rah Bras on drums). I managed to see MRP another time in San Francisco. Must have been 1996.
Another clear influence is Six Finger Satellite. Dan has known those guys forever. Joel and I had seen them play while we were students at RISD, but didn’t become friends with them till 1997. Shortly after we did, Rick and J were doing stints in Landed, with Rick quickly becoming a core member. There was some crossover the other way too. Joel and I were in 6FS from 1999-2001, and Dan joined for the most recent lineup.
Another important influence is Dropdead. This town would be nowhere without those guys. Other Providence bands too, we played a lot of shows with Lightning Bolt and Arab on Radar. Just looking over the Load Records roster, there’s a lot of clear connection points and intersections. A lot of short-lived bands that sparked other short-lived bands that have impacted what might be a Providence sound.
Personally, I don’t have a good sense of Landed’s influence on other bands. I think certain aspects of what we did were unique, but I’d locate that somewhere in our overall approach and attitude to making music. I think we rubbed off on other bands in Providence, like they rubbed off on us. I’ll meet people from time to time, who know our records better than I do, which is cool. I’m glad there’s people that really care, and I’d be absolutely honored if some newer bands were using Landed’s approach as a model to build upon. If they do, I’d rather that they think more about our process and how that might lead them to new places rather than trying to emulate what’s on our records or what happened in our performances.
Joel: Wow, I’d say unique, but I don’t know about influential. We ran around in the pre-internet days, or at least we weren’t participating in it when it came around, so we didn’t hear much from other folks about our influence. I think that a band can become legendary in two ways. 1. You play forever and tour everywhere and everyone gets to see your thing. 2. You play a ton for a short time, in a small geographic region, to the same few people every time, and hardly anyone gets to see your thing… but then people hear the stories and the records after the fact. We were a #2 band. Sam still has a garage full of Everything’s Happening records. I look at their dust-covered boxes every time I go over to his house.

You guys all seem pretty keen on wild performances, improvisation, general ‘out-there’ musical behavior… were there any particular moments with Landed that really shocked you? Any shows, or recording sessions, or random run-ins with a fan on the street that took you completely out of your comfort zone or freaked you out?
Joel: A million of them. One small example: we played a sports bar in New Bedford that was horrifying. Large screen TVs showing Friends when we were loading in. Patrons mumbling that it “looks like they have AIDS” (not kidding). We brought Dwyer’s rooster in a box with us. As we played the locals moved in as though they were going to kill us, yelling threats at us. Dan is carrying the box around under his arm for the first ten minutes of the set while singing. Just when violence seemed imminent, we start really going crazy and Dan pulls the rooster out by its feet and raises it above his head at full arms-length, it’s body puffed up and wings flapping and feathers everywhere and us still ripping. The crowd shut the fuck up after that. There are many many stories like this. It could be an entire other article. It’s almost too much work to even begin thinking about these moments.
More details of personal shock and awe:
– Headlining the No Fun Fest in Brooklyn, watching Dan get sucked horizontally, about three feet above the floor, feet-first into a jam-packed basement crowd of the – what was that club’s name? It was sincerely out of a horror movie, some zombie-apocalypse kind of shit. That’s the only time I’ve ever seen real fear in Dan’s eyes, truly. My kit was being torn apart by the surging crowd, I didn’t know how long it could last, I had busted my finger at the beginning of the set, and then the look in Dan’s eyes… The crowd closed around him like quicksand, around his shoulders and head and then outstretched arm and hand and fingers and then he was just gone. If they’d told me he was dead I wouldn’t have been shocked.
– Taking the stage at Sudsy Malone’s in Cincinnati to the bartender and his two friends, on tour with Arab On Radar. We decided to have two of those guys play with us that night. I got off the drums and grabbed a guitar. Eric (AOR singer) was playing my kit, Craig (AOR drummer) was playing something else, Shawn and Dwyer out front. We start playing. Dan’s not around but that wasn’t uncommon – we’d often start without him, either by design or circumstance. After a minute or two I hear his primate growl come over the PA, and I sense his presence behind me. He’s close enough now that I also hear him just straight yelling, along with the PA. Without turning I begin to lean sideways and into Dan, not an uncommon move when I’m playing the guitar. He stinks. Also not uncommon. After about ten seconds I turn to face him, and it’s this crazy homeless guy from out in front of the club who we had met earlier. He had told us he was BB King’s cousin. Dan had brought him in and gave him the mic and set him loose. I looked through the club into the laundromat that was located at the back of the club, and Dan’s standing there behind a washer with his arms crossed laughing his ass off. There were more people there doing their laundry then had come to see us. The Assistant District Attorney of Cincinnati was there doing her laundry. After the show she took both bands out drinking in this fancy part of town, and then back to her condo to stay the night. I think there were nine of us.
– First tour, Pittsburgh, some second-story joint… a cafe? During the set Dan takes an intentional tumble down the flight of stairs we had hauled our gear up. This was an obscenely long flight of stairs. Dan ends up on the street, mic in hand but with no cord – keeps singing. He eventually finds his way back inside and up to the club just as Shawn and I close out the set. Afterwards, two high-school girls, who had just finished talking to Dan, ask Shawn and I, in all seriousness, what country Dan is from. We tell them Rhode Island.
– Baltimore – Store front, all ages show – first note of the set, Dwyer knocks a kid out cold with the head of his guitar.
Shawn: It’s almost hard to think of a Landed show where I wasn’t surprised by what unfolded! Partly this is attributable to whatever we had “set up” collectively (the known) and what the repercussions would be (the unknown). For the other part, this was due to what individuals or factions within the band planned ahead in semi-secrecy; here I’m thinking mostly of antics. The “Dairy 4 Dinner” set sticks out in my mind. We played at the Living Room and set up in a side-room bar which had tile floors. Dan carted in and dumped what seemed like 1,000 gallons of ice cream which quickly turned the entire room into a giant, sticky slip-n-slide. People flailed around on the dairy-soaked floor. One of the things I remember most about that night is that Randy, the owner of the Living Room, hung out with us way past closing, pouring us shots after we mopped up our mess. Rewardable behavior.
Other highlights involved firecrackers-in-pants, hidden seaweed, poultry assists, various props like scythes, full duct-tape body coverage, quasi-hallucinations, questionable costume choices, ill-fitting lingerie, pants-free percussion, welts, bruises, blood, mustache trimming, phenomenal crowd maneuvering, and stampede-like situations. I could go on. The “I Can’t Get Hurt” set also stands out. A week or so after the show where Dan had set himself on fire, we were back for another performance. Dan didn’t miss a step, no shirt, covered in his burns, belting it out. I feel like the fire show was a question, and that show was the answer.

Why did you go with the standard rock-group structure of bass/drums/guitar/vocals for Landed? From the way you describe the group’s general thought process and aesthetic choices, it sounds like Landed could have just as easily existed as synths and saxophones, or four guys on drums, or any sort of musical configuration. Was it important that the group was presented as a ‘normal’ rock group?
Joel: Landed often was synths and saxophones! We mixed that up quite a bit. But I think to a degree it was important to have the band have a consistent nod towards a traditional instrument set. Doing what we do with traditional instruments seems more radical and less obvious than slamming on a table of pedals (though we have had our share of pedal slamming!). The ability to make “new” sounds coming together with these traditional instruments felt amazing, like we were defiling these things that were meant to be treated in a particular way. I think that’s a big part of the Landed ethos – defilement. As much as we were celebrating this new way of being, we were very conscious to be sure that we were violating something, sullying its reputation, leaving it beaten down and exposed. To revel in something made while simultaneously exposing its making.
Shawn: There’s been lots of times when it hasn’t been a bass/drums/guitar/vocals set-up. In the mix we’ve had double drums, multiple synths, multiple vocalists, tapes, saxophone, harmonica, slide guitars, mixers + effects, and more. I think the largest line-up was the “Dirty Bomb” set where we expanded to seven members on stage; the smallest is probably the three piece (Dan, Joel, and I) doing vocals, drums, bass. For a good hunk of the 4-piece stuff, it was double guitars with one on the low end. The rotating membership has contributed to reconfigured instrumentation. There was an era when it was Rick, Joel, and I (drums and double guitars). Joel and I sang in that line-up without microphones. We could yell loud back then. A tour when it was Dan, Brian Gibson, and I (vocals, drums, bass). That tour was done with no rehearsals beforehand, just got in the Bronco with the gear. Totally improvised, one night building on the next. A classic line-up was a 5-piece. Joel and John Dwyer on guitars. Rick on drums, me on bass, Dan singing. Dwyer and Dan were always unplugging each other, not always by accident. Some of the more recent recordings feature the non-standard rock-arrangements. “Blow Your Burger,” for instance, is all synth, drums, and vocals (zero guitars). I think it’s important that we’ve oscillated between what’s considered a standard rock arrangement and what’s not.

Will there be any more Landed records?
Joel: Absolutely. Sands of Darkness. 2014. Get ready.