Showing posts with label Dead Definition. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dead Definition. Show all posts

HEAVY PETTING “Adult Program” C20 (Dead Definition)

 

Seattle’s Heavy Petting has the kind of band name that makes you go “Hmm…,” like that C + C Music Factory song. (Fun fact: C + C Music Factory had a gig at a laser tag/arcade I was playing minigolf at, totally unbeknownst to me when I got there. This was at least a decade and a half after they’d achieved one-hit-wonder status.) Regardless of whether or not you can get the cover of that one NOFX album out of your head after starting in on this won’t matter. There’s very little the trio of Evan Anderson, Derek Blackstone, and Evan Easthope have to do with either heavy petting or pop punk, or, uh, late-1980s dance music. Unless you want to emphasize the “heavy.” They kind of have a “heavy” vibe.
 
What Heavy Petting do quite well is the ponderous post-rock thing, where the trio snake down mathy instrumental passages that pummel without overwhelming with volume. Adult Program is a rad EP that recalls some of my favorite netlabel releases back in the mid-aughts (see especially Lost Children’s run of post-rock/math-rock EPs). The guitar, while distorted on many occasions, does not bludgeon with metal intensity, so this isn’t some stoner rock knockoff. And the “post-rockness” of Adult Program picks up the pace periodically as well, so there’s some definite variation. This is just one of those good-old guitar/bass/drums trio EPs where the interplay works, the songs don’t overstay their welcome, and enjoyment is almost a certainty.
 
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--Ryan

THE TENDER BAND
“One Small Step” C60
(Dead Definition)



This is a pretty trippy telling of the tale about the ultimate human trip. 

Taking liberties with original Apollo 11-themed soundbites and the BIG MOOD that those intrepid astronauts must have been feeling, The Tender Band synthesizer-izes and otherwise post-third-rocks out with some outta this world, musical/psycho-drama radio programming that doesn’t waste a second in its hour long duration. 

Across eight unique acts, TTB’s “One Small Step” explores the outer reaches of adventure, lunacy, and re-grounding of the action-seekers' psyches through lush, sonic animations of expertly playful, sentimental, and at times downright spooky soundscapes and broadway ballads.  

Explore the links below to see if you can catch the actual theatrical event in a village near you! What a blast!

and/or

—Jacob An Kittenplan

EVIDENCE "Go Where Light Is" C40 (Dead Definition)


Chicagoans Stephan Moore and Scott Smallwood shifted a little on us here. They cut out from their home base for the more exotic locale of Manizales, Colombia, in May 2016, and it is here (and on the way here) that they recorded what would be the foundation of “Go Where Light Is.” They messed around with it though – they didn’t just present raw, unfiltered source material. That would be crazy!

Instead, the duo crafted a heavy vibe, sounds menace over you like thunderclouds. Rain in the distance. Humidity. Atmospheric disturbance. Electricity in the air. Although “elements from this album first appeared in [a] sound installation” in 2016, “Go Where Light Is” is far from what you’d expect in the controlled space of a studio or a museum. It begs to fill open space, to expand and infiltrate any emptiness that it encounters.

It begs to go where light is.

Well, that’s easy enough to say, but the tracks are all coated in darkness, and they reach for the light in various ways. While the end result may be obscured by encroaching shadow, the light still filters in at the end, glimmering and inevitable. Like the streetlamps superimposed over the eyes of the j-card’s front cover, “Go Where Light Is” will, perhaps ominously, eventually lead you out of the gloom.




--Ryan

EVAN ANDERSON
“Pillow Talk” C25
(Dead Definition)




Shimmering yet dusty, world-weary yet youthful, Evan Anderson’s four pieces that comprise “Pillow Talk” are the dream recordings of the solo guitarist. No words penetrate Anderson’s world, no lyrics weigh down “Pillow Talk” like the anchors of so many wayward fools who think that their songs need to be expressive through verbal language. Those artists are truly mistaken – Anderson lets the music talk for him, speak for itself, for us, for others, to us. That’s how you do it – it’s not easy to do, which is why so many people fail at it.

These four tracks of pensive Americana expose the beauty in decay and erosion, the wonder in the fragments of dreams slowly dissipating into nothingness, into downtrodden expressions of hopelessness. And it’s in those depths that the heart still beats, that the spirit finds resilience and strength to persevere.

Like William Tyler without a backing band, Evan Anderson exhibits a masterful approach to his instrument, a control and restraint that’s important when avoiding the trappings of the solo guitarist. He’s probably never in his life crooned Dave Matthews or “Wonderwall’ at coed passersby on the university quad. And thank god for that.

… Don’t prove me wrong about that last thing – please.

Evan Anderson

Dead Definition

--Ryan

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“Tired Hearts Kick Darkness and Bleed Light” C19
(Dead Definition)




These cello/electronics pieces by Garrett Johnson (+++) are divorced from the visuals of the dance duet Tired Hearts Kick Darkness and Bleed Light, composed of Britta Joy Peterson (direction/choreography/dance) and Juan Rodriguez (choreography/dance). As such, it is up to us to imagine the movement of the dancers, which, perhaps surprisingly and definitely “spectrally,” are captured by +++ in a squiggling array of active sound.

I highly recommend you read Johnson’s essay on the release’s Bandcamp page, which muses on everything from the role of technology in preserving art to happy/unhappy accidents affecting this very performance. But beyond the connection of these sounds to those (unseen by us tape holders) movements, “Tired Hearts Kick Darkness and Bleed Light” is a sonic treat, a passionate radiation of a time and a moment beyond the confines of the past. Everything is recorded these days, everything is preserved. Perspective is a tornado of possibilities.

Also, this marbled tape is absolutely gorgeous to behold. 

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Dead Definition

--Ryan