grey daturas: tacoma narrows bridge: calacas: 13th note: glasgow
ah the psyche(ic) squall of fucked guitar mangling and the relentless binary fug and thud of drums, in step with heart thumps, in beat with beta-theta-waves, coarsing synchronistically with my thick bloody blood through veins and arteries right to my pleasure points. the pedals, dear god (oh so many pedals), laid out like a battalion of tiny tanks, each footy press and stomp firing clusterbombbursts of jagged noise directly into my earholes. the third eye unpeeling racket of a hundred detuned televisions blanketing my frazzled skull. goddam this was beautiful. like the dead c’s noise, their (un)rockist tendencies fed through neurosis’ steroided amps and skullfucked into our brittle heads by a bludgeoning krautrawk motorik march. it was loud (fuck me it was), it was as one, a continuum of juddering hypno-heaviness that moved me to a state beyond bliss, beyond beyond. yup.
tacoma narrows bridge. the noise of labradford sinking balefully into tar, fed through steve albini’s biggest amp. like the slowest avalanche (or bridge collapse) ever, engulfing them their guitars their (fiddly) kit. skulking, mid-phaseout behind boxes of wires. like the doomed hiss of broken radios and huge open desert spaces leading nofuckingwhere. or the lone march of consumptive cowboy across snow covered tundra. distinctly lynchian at points. i loved it. they seemed to not so much…
calacas. gah. jaded old bob is biblically ancient enough to remember sonic youth and slint and codeine and pavement and all that slowbuilding tuneful angular guitar shit from the first (secondandthird) time round. pretty much sums the buggers up (the angular guitars bit, not the shit part). there was three joyous minutes during fuck yr alters (the drummer had this boldly emblazoned across her front) when they turned into girls against boys and i felt my brain twitch like it used to all those years ago. i fucking love gvsb. yet everyone wants to sound like pavement. i fucking hate pavement… bloody kids. anyway gone off on a tangent. go click above.
