Showing posts with label Bermuda Triangles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bermuda Triangles. Show all posts

BERMUDA TRIANGLES
"Insectiod"
(Chaotic Noise)




Hmmm. Here we have Bermuda Triangles. Not one, mind you, but plural. A three piece consisting of Sean Cassidy (saxophone, junk percussion, effects), Jason Hodges (drums, electronic and junk percussion, synth and vocals) and Bill Porter (drums, drum effects, junk percussion, backing vocals) who recorded this seven track tape live, on July 15th, 2015.

This must have been some performance to witness, as Bermuda Triangles is best described as art punk/noise with a heavy dose of attitude. The two percussionists lay down a barrage of beat while the sax and vocals weave in and out owing not just a little to both Devo and late sixties free-form Jazz. Song titles like "Mister Transistor", "Sinkholes" and the title cut allow little hint as to the depth of sinister punk/art that awaits the listener.

Unlike the trap that similar ensembles often fall into, the songs do not all sound alike and with limited instrumentation they manage a captivating soundscape that makes me wish this all-too-short collection would carry on a bit longer.


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-- Bob Zilli

Bermuda Triangles - "Transmissions" (C.N.P. Records)

Jason Hodges is busy being noisy. A man of many projects (Suppression, Mutwawa, etc.), the Richmond, VA sound sculptor recently released a new tape by his group Bermuda Triangles titled Transmissions on his own C.N.P. Records. These herky-jerky boys have all the wail and madness of early Pere Ubu. Synths are performed percussively and the drums could almost be playing along to a different song entirely. This is off kilter stuff. Hodges' vocal howl wavers on top of and around the pulse(s). Recorded in 2011, the music of the BT's could not sound more out of time if it tried. Opening tune, "Black Knight Satellite," is part nightmare arcade acid flashback and part pile-driver. The title track recalls surf-rock snare drum rolls as Hodges and co. try to break on through. The band's angular beat music and tropicalia horror is of the highest order on this album. Bermuda is calling you to visit, can't you hear it?



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