08 July 2022

4 Interesting NJ Shows Comin' Up

Fri Aug 12, 2022, 7pm


PENGO
BILL NACE
DOUBLE WIG
HUMAN ADULT BAND
@ In The West, New Brunswick, NJ
$10
info: dihdrecords@gmail.com

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Wed Aug 17, 2022, 7-10pmpm

IDOL BRAIN
DANCING JESTER & LEFT HAND
THE CONVINCING ACTOR
EARTH-RIM WALKER

@FLEMINGTON D.I.Y., Flemington, NJ

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Fri Aug 19, 2022, 7-10pm


EDLEY ODOWD 
(of Psychic TV)
L'ECLIPSE NUE
NEW GRASPING MACHINA
ADAVANCED CORPSE MATERIALS

@ Flemington D.I.Y., Flemington, NJ

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Wed Sept 21, 2022, 7-10pm

HARPY (Pvd, RI)
ASPS
BOGGART'S FIELD
ANKYLOSAURUS

@ Flemington D.I.Y., Flemington, NJ
$5-10
info: dihdrecords@gmail.com

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See you in th' tapers' pit!

15 June 2022

Live Fuckery NB, NJ

 

Fri August 12, 2022, 7pm

PENGO
BILL NACE
DOUBLE WIG
HUMAN ADULT BAND

@ In The West, New Brunswick, NJ
$10

HAB has a new LP, Double Wig has a new LP, Bill Nace probably has a new LP :) and Pengo is bringing the Carbon Records distro stuff.  Good time to pick up strange records.


11 May 2022

FlemingtonDIY Reopens

finally th' day has come, Flemington DIY, a cool venue and community space, reopens (in a new location) in Flemington, NJ. Here's the info on a couple of noise and weird music shows @ Flemington DIY that caught my attention.

Some basement synth, ambient and troubadour volk...
 

Also the Toads (from New Brunswick, NJ) are playing this one and they are worth the cost of admission.  Toads are a collective style punk band that appeared on d.i.h.d. record's "th' Gunk Stunk" tape compilation with a killer track titled 'Spider".




09 May 2022

slog quest crosstime record report








                                 
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23 April 2022

LIVE FUCKERY





Fri August 12, 2022, 7pm

PENGO
BILL NACE
DOUBLE WIG
HUMAN ADULT BAND
(LP release show)

@ ITW, New Brunswick, NJ
$10

21 October 2021

SKUNK'D GUNK cassette review

V/A “SKUNK’D GUNK” (dihd) 2021

 

Th’thing about skunk’d perishables is: they could be equally categorized as “aged”, mature, seasoned, if you will. The masters of the grocery timeline would lead us to believe only the fresh, unexpired and bestest before this date are worthy of human consumption. But do these suits know anything about GUNK? Let’s be honest, they wouldn’t dare touch that oozy Limburger sitting on a stoned wheat thin, unless ol’ Mister Moneybags brow-beat them at their couples bridge night. B-52s’s Dance this Mess Around 45 on his mahogany hifi turntable, crackles up the wallpaper.

 Sometimes that glistening brick of golden yellow Garden State extra sharp cheddar is what I’m hankering for. Can’t help but take a huge cartoon bite off of the corner. I’m talking about this year’s model from DIHD, SKUNK’D GUNK, in said yellow cassette shell. It is housed in a grey to periwinkle paper sleeve illustrated by Alina. I’m seeing chunks, curds, toothly stalactites n stalagmites, framing a skunk’r reliquary statuary holding its handpaws in proper secret society formation: blessings be upon them and those. Thankfully, and true to form, GUNK th’Sixth is beyond fresh, sure to fill every nostril with hints of mugwort and essence of Lon Chaney(s) Junior and Senior. All you lucid dreamers get a l’il treat.

 C’mon

 

[a]

 

BIG BLOOD.

It’s Alright pt 2: Like their oversized phlebotomist’s dream-name suggests, BB honor the human condition, how we flow our liquid through ourselves on the daily. What if Iggy Pop was a Passenger on Lee “Scratch” Perry’s(RIP) Black Ark in Kingston, Jamaica? Equal parts dub plate version and freaky family manifesto with a generously scorching tea-kettle whistle guitar solo. It is alright, the way that you live, the sequel.

 

SYKO FRIEND.

Knock: “every day I drive this car, it doesn’t blow it’s own horn, knock on the wall,” said the voice in a post-freak-out daydream with their toes sunk in the consciousness stream. Big group hug with Jandek and Kim Deal.

NOLLS.

Villain: Finland’s heavy groovers wax urgency on the Anthropocene, don’t sleep on this. Greta Thunberg, here’s yr inauguration band (If Rick Astley turns down the offer.) Otherwise, his backing band, for his second, nay, third act.

 

DRUMS LIKE MACHINE GUNS.

Guitar Center 2: The title leads one to believe this is a site-specific performance/field recording at a Guitar Center, possibly somewhere in the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania. They test out their wares for a brothers jam. What bright, incredible strings you have! We’re all little flies on the wall, watching the manager sweat the scene.

 

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JIM SCHMIDT.

Ten Pictures: A carefully constructed sonic exploration, like a collection of short stories rushing in with low tide waves. This improvisation, although it wasn’t necessarily intended, recalls the ghost of Syd Barrett’s Golden Hair, and the tarmac of Robert Wyatt’s piano on Brian Eno’s Music For Airports.

 

WASNT WISNT.

Tripping Hazzard: guitarist and drummer sync in a road movie, a scenic journey, buddy-odyssey jam-sesh. They dig some good ol’astro-surf à la Man or Astro-Man? without the civilian space travel agenda. Instead it’s a ride to nowhere, and some reverse feng shui. Lookout!

 

STEFAN CHRISTENSEN.

Hiss Reflection: Toy piano dost mak’th me feel woozy. Childhood memories blip in-n-out. Nice textures and layers from one of the heads of Headroom. He channels the spirits with the sound signal and instincts.

 

PSIRENS.

Redux: Kind of catches up where SYKO FRIEND left off, but gets all vibrato with multi-voiced soundplay. While writing notes about this I mistakenly wrote ‘recluse’. If a siren was used for pleasure rather than emergency, it would be woven with wavy-path vocals over heavy droney bass footsteps on a wobbly waltz. Do the lonely dance ‘n have a sound sandwich.

 

HUMAN ADULT BAND.

Ceased to exist(fragment): Custom engine-rattling low-end vibrations in the vein of the whale calling out to their mates by the nautical mile. Hear the darkest depths of sonar, where the fishes are living glow-sticks, and the sand is finer than pastry flour. It’s a deep tissue chakra cleanse at the mer-parlor in downtown Atlantis. This one is a fragment, a piece of a larger puzzle. More could be on their way, keep a shell on your ear for the updates.

 

gunk n roll r rama

thtape n other dihd creations at dscgs

 

Adam Padavano

 

 

03 August 2021

TOM CHIU “The Live One” record review


TOM CHIU “The Live One” (XI/Experimental Intermedia) 2021

 

We are more than our possessions, even when one of them happens to exceed the value of a modest house on Lake Erie. Much has been said about the great Tom Chiu, and I don’t intend to challenge the journalism that predates this review of Tom’s new record.  

I won’t even make note of any absurd parallels to a famous jam band whose first proper live offering happens to be titled A Live One. Not the fact that it is a double cd (the release of “The Live One” barely coincides with the 26th anniversary of A Live One (and that is no round number), nor that Tom’s Flux Quartet shares the same number of members as the band that shall not be named, really justifies any fair comparison. Do I dare continue this diversion? I will if asked.

Okay, one last point, and that’s all, I swear!

The Flux Quartet, founded by Tom, performed Morton Feldman's six-hour marathon String Quartet No. 2. That’s a long show wouldn’t you say? Sound like any trampoline jumping, drummer wearing his mom’s vintage dress (respect to him and his mom), harboring $1 grilled cheese sandwich production from broken down Vanagons in parking lots, fronted by a Princeton native who worships The Rhombus (ok… derives inspiration, no judgement!)… other quartet? Lord knows I tried.

For a little more context, beyond my speculation, Mr. Chiu has collaborated with the likes of Ornette Coleman (extensively!), Alvin Lucier (I am sitting in a room, thank you very much!), and definitive balloonist, Judy Dunaway(no real joke here). Enough Tom 101, let’s get down to the Nitty Gritty, because the circle may be broken, I’m afraid.

A fairer comparison for a legendary double album, be it LP or CD, might be the White Album, for its shear breadth and variety, engaging with electronics with his raw and bold hand, further on, headfirst into the bpms and all the tempos, then a slow burn to forest fire of layers turned orchestra, all the way to straight up classical, but like, up in your face. Was that a run-on? I had to.

Do record reviews risk spoilers? If so, here’s one: at the tail end of the final track, deKonstruct, (which stops suddenly), the audience, perhaps at NYC’s Roulette, makes an appearance with a rollicking applause (same reaction at the end of Duo Improvisation16741, and BABIP and RETROCON, especially). Yeah, I think it’s a live record.

Some of the sounds on the 20-minute Duo Improvisation 16741 truly reach other planets and the inner worlds of the inhabitants of those planets, including the sci-fi planets their authors write about. There are sounds within sounds within sounds. Some zones are discovered here, and there were people present to prove it, (at least one of them recorded it). If Tom is playing his 1913 Stefano Scarampella on all of these tracks, it causes me to think of how much more action this instrument has gotten in the 21st century than the 20th. No offense, 20th.

You see, Tom got this violin, and he learned how to make it talk. Be it when he accompanies said violin Into the Forest, braving the honeybees’ nest, the whippoorwilll, howling wind, he turns proverbial pied piper, leading a trail of nature from his improvisations. BABIP blasts in with pizzicato and leaps into long form passes of his bow, adding effects pedals which goes quite psychedelic. He knows loud quiet loud, and he does it like a classically trained musician. Is there an animator out there willing to attempt a visual companion to these sounds? 

Birave Trifecta entering territory of early Mouse on Mars and Matmos, raves well beyond Mccartney’s faux Kraftwerk, Temporary Secretary. With a stronger grasp of Classical music history I might be able to pick up the references in some spots. There is something on this track that I can’t distinguish between Old Timey piano and prepared piano. All of that said, I’m waiting on Aphex Twin for his remix, for cash.

RETROCON(Retroactive continuity) noun: literary device in which established diegetic facts in the plot of a fictional work are adjusted, ignored, or contradicted by a subsequently published work which breaks continuity with the former. Or as I like to put it: what was that Deadpool character in X-men Origins: Wolverine (2009) all about? Awful! Words truly do not describe the emotions felt by early Marvel Comics Universe film franchise fans. The applause at the end of this performance clearly encapsulates the relief felt after viewing Deadpool (2016).

Stefane Grapelli ripped, no one will deny that (sure, someone will). Tony Conrad (RIP) joined Faust Outside the Dream Syndicate with his signature scrape-age. Boyd Tinsley (not the same jam band, but a jam band all the same) brought the heat to Ants Marching. It seems relevant to mention Warren Ellis and his cinematic collaborations with Nick Cave, as there are quite a few filmic moments on The Live One, and Tom’s scored a few films (<hot link). 

Tom Chiu, a contemporary of all of these violinists, exhibits, particularly in this record, his vast knowledge of genres and his own inventions, which defy categorization. That is, of course, unless I dive further into Phil Niblock’s (since 1985) XI catalogue and realize Tom is biting some of his label-mates’ ideas. That is… unlikely. Eliane Radigue’s long-form pieces go softly into that good meditation. Alan Licht’s New York Minute goes hard on the weather reports. Gen Ken Montgomery has his hands full with all the not-made-for-music, but-definitely-sound objects found around the house. Case in point: The Aquarium Fishtank Symphony (didn’t make that up).

All of that said, Drone-master Phil Niblock has quite a stable of artists, one for the ages (actually all the way back to 1968 by Elaine Summers!) Here’s to 52 years of quality sonic exploration, composed, live, recorded and supported.

Cheers, Tom!


Experimental Intermedia : XI 145

 the live one


-Adam Padavano