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RUNNING “Live at WFMU” (Monofonus Press)



From Running’s gushing butts comes a behemoth of fetid sleaze dank enough to overpower the most stalwart of our young heroic generation. Running is not for the squeamish. Running is for those who wallow, who wilt, who wonder what it must be like not to heave their stinking breakfasts back up day in and day out. Running is not for those of you who are into actual running. Running likes to sit alongside track meets with cases of PBR and hurl insults.

Speaking of hurling, Running lobs a hand grenade full of rotted meat into your open and vulnerable psyche while also literally lobbing gobs of rotted meat into your open mouth. Seriously, go to a Running show.1

Dressed in their Hawaiian shirts for radio (don’t ask me), the trio blasts through a vicious set of post-SST/AmRep noise to a radio audience that didn’t sign up for this shit. When they’re through, Thomas Storck, whose radio show they just played, can’t even muster acknowledgment. He just plays “Call This Number,” an entire A-side by Person of Interest. OK, fine, he thanks Running after “Call This Number” ends. But he’s not the same after listening to running – he’s changed. Like he’s been making out with a jackhammer.

In the end, the only thing you really need to ask yourself is, “Did I really just read a review beginning with a line about ‘gushing butts’? And I read the whole thing?”

1. Disclaimer: rotted meat may or may not be lobbed into your open mouth at a Running show.


Monofonus Press

Undancing in the Dirt with Thomas Storck: Playlist from July 17, 2016 [WFMU]


--Ryan Masteller

J. ZUNZ “Silente” (Monofonus Press)



Somewhere between Cocteau Twins and Mitski on that admittedly narrow spectrum lies J. Zunz, super music moniker of Ensenada, Baja California musician Lorena Quintanilla. Formerly of Guadalajara, Quintanilla “depicts the entrapment between unsolved happenings” on “Silente,” her first solo album.



Wait a second. Did I read that right – “the entrapment between unsolved happenings”? For those of you who are as obsessed about Twin Peaks (and in particular The Return) as I am, that should set your Spidey … er, Blue Rose senses atingling. I mean, that’s essentially the gist of the entire story arc: entrapment, unsolved, … happenings. Even the cassette title, “Silente,” conjures memories of Mulholland Drive’s Club Silencio, whose singer-in-residence, Rebekah Del Rio, made an appearance in Twin Peaks.

As an amateur sleuth, for me these dots connect ever so conveniently while listening to Quintanilla’s music, and it’s not difficult at all to imagine J. Zunz playing the Bang Bang Bar. In fact, she may just have in an alternate universe (wink wink).

[Why are you winking?]

[I don’t know!]

If J. Zunz did play the Bang Bang Bar, she’d slot in right between Lissie and The Veils, or maybe Trouble and Au Revoir Simone. She really, really wouldn’t be out of place at all. And I’m really getting hooked on “Silente.” Grab the heck out of it if you can.

J. Zunz

Monofonus Press

--Ryan Masteller

JERMAN * BARNES
"Karst" C42
(Monofonus Press / Astral Spirits)




Jeph Jerman & Tim Barnes have teamed up to deliver a few long form, layered, sonic poses of textured ambience* for your inner storytelling pleasure, so put some meditation pillows in the closet & strap on the ol’ headphones for an exercise in mental multi-tasking.

Journey 1, titled “Scumbling” finds you navigating urban life’s rich tapestry of vehicular reverberations mixing with a subtle, utterance-free toiling.

Journey 2, titled “Occluded” could be anywhere, but I’d put my money on a gambling hall. Cheap, contact mic’d tables give away secrets, and a quick getaway to another country is on the menu.

Journey 3, titled “Karst” is painful. Something happened. Maybe a goon cracked a bottle over your noggin or maybe it was the pills. Either way, something ain’t right, and you’ve gotta take care of that splitting headache or…

These are just a few possible interpretations of what “Karst” may yield those a-yearning for a subtly guided daydream.

*To note: One might ask, “Now why in the hell would I want to listen to field recordings of everyday sound happenings paired with another human being’s whimsical responses in the form of clattering about?” The answer might involve the careful mixing of said soundscapes & scrapes together and your own relationship to repeated listens.

https://jermanbarnes.bandcamp.com/album/karst
and
http://monofonuspress.com/astral-spirits

-- Jacob An Kittenplan

MORE EAZE / A.F. JONES & STEVE FLATO
(Astral Spirits / Monofonus Press)




I’m immediately enamored of the names on this release: “More Eaze,” “Jones & Flato,” “Bhob Rainey.” They flit across the edge of my mind like “astral spirits.” As the More Eaze side begins, I’m looking at the cover art and I feel like I’m in the world of Academia-meets-Street-Rapper. I’m mesmerized by the juxtaposition of strange names and the ambiguous punctuation marks that separate them. Steve Flato is a beautiful sounding name, so beautiful that it must be a fake, an alias of some sort, but it isn’t.  “All instances of synthesis and sound captures…” Yes, this is a true instance of synthesis and sound capture—a true rattle from the bottom of the well. Jones & Flato sound like a haunted grain silo. More Eaze sounds like a spaceship. Then Jones & Flato and Bhob Rainey (another beautiful, fake-sounding name) put me to the test with a long, high-frequency segment. Ouch! Steve Flato is interested in the use of music “as a therapeutic tool,” but to me, this last part was just painful.

Eazejonesflato.bandcamp.com

--Kevin Oliver

JERMAN • BARNES “Karst” (Astral Spirits/Monofonus Press)




Jeph Jerman and Tim Barnes are electroacoustic savants. KARST is two sides, three tracks, recorded in Cottonwood (AZ) and Louisville (KY), but the sound may as well have been captured on another planet. “Scumbling” isn’t even a real word! Yet here Jerman and Barnes are, using it like it’s something that’s in everybody’s everyday vocabulary. Maybe it should be. Maybe it’s in Jerman and Barnes’s. But until we get the good folks at Oxford or Merriam-Webster to listen to us, we’re stuck with the weird and exotic. Frequently thrilling, “Scumbling” has no interest in staying still or hovering over one musique concréte idea until it’s bored us half to death. No, the terrain the duo covers is wildly interesting, and again, it does not seem of this earth. “Occluded” is a dark, less active passage, with spikes of sound here and there – the meaning here, in this track, is hidden, obstructed, blocked, and other synonyms for “Occluded.” Still, it will wash over you, like darkness, darker than a black steer’s tuckus on a moonless prairie night, if I may paraphrase and/or quote a popular adage. But “Karst” itself is a tone poem of literal tone, stretching for almost twelve minutes, doing its damnedest to keep the other noises scuffling around beneath it in the background. “Karst” the track, the sound, is “Occlud[ing]” the “Scumbling,” if you get my meaning. And I know that you do. And you know Astral Spirits – if you like them and you like the field-recording-meets-studio-manipulation that Jerman • Barnes are slinging, you’ll find KARST to be right up your alley. No matter what planet you’re on.

Astral Spirits/Monofonus Press

--Ryan Masteller

MONAS “Freedom”
(Astral Spirits/Monofonus Press)




To date we’re six parts into the TWIN PEAKS revival, and each one ends with a scene at the Bang Bang Bar where a different noir-cool band plays to a packed house every night. (Julee Cruise exclusively populated the stage throughout the series’ original run.) I’m here to suggest that Monas would be an excellent addition to the Bang Bang schedule, if only to shake things up a bit and freak everybody out a little more than the average fare (which, admittedly, has been pretty dang good). Maybe it could coincide with, SPOILER ALERT, Cooper shaking the stunted (non)personality of Dougie Jones. Inject a little adrenaline into that plot thread.

FREEDOM is a hard slap on the tuckus. Monas is a trio made up of guitarist/saxman Colin Fisher, bassist Johnny DeBlase, and drummer and all-around everyperson Kid Millions, and their chemistry is the kind of chemistry that the class clown deliberately sabotages in the lab. What happens when this beaker full of chemicals is poured into this other beaker full of chemicals? Let’s find out! Turns out Monas, especially on “Visible Spirit,” the A-side to this fantastic cataclysm, fizzes and explodes for a while – nineteen and a half minutes, in fact. Turns out that placing Fisher, DeBlase, and Millions in a room and shaking it like it was in an earthquake produces wild results. Yeah, I know I’m copping press release comparisons, but hot damn if Sonny Sharrock and Last Exit don’t come to mind. The trio breathlessly battles it out, but instead of chaos they construct incredible , vibrant, and harmonic scaffolding to drape their sound over. The idea is a sight/sound to behold/behear, and the action packed track is over WAY too soon in my opinion.

Fisher switches to saxomophone on the B-side, “Invisible Nature,” and the trio picks up right where it left off, no breaks, no breaths, just astral blasts of tonal geometry piped straight from the center of a supernova. There’s literally no difference as to whether Fisher plays guitar or sax, the result is the same: free jazz improv that coalesces as if by cosmic design. Oh yes, it’s also a total acid facerush of tautly wound bloodsugarsaxmagic (sorry), an aural makeover to readjust your worldview. Now, if we could only convince the Bang Bang Bar to let these guys play once in a while, maybe they’d fuse the Black Lodge entrance closed once and for all with their molten sound attack. Or maybe it would just prove to be an invitation for even MORE wacky sprites to join the party, what do I know of the rules of the spirit realm?

Astral Spirits/Monofonus Press

-- Ryan Masteller

MONAS "Freedom"
(Astral Spirits / Monofonus Press)




Side A:  "Visible Spirit"

Side A adapts and mimics the paramount free jazz of Sun Ra, where the electricity of instruments are exploited to create cosmic sounds that conjure up images of the depths of space. But instead of Sun Ra's contorted organ being a prime instrument, "Visible Spirits" instrument of choice is a rock 'n' roll classic; the electric guitar.  At its best moments, Monas' Colin Fisher gets his guitar to sound like a Godzilla death cry.  It's "awakening" is accompanied by the appearance of a bass guitar which rattles out a fuzzed out escalating, doomy melody. The guitar transforms into spacecraft bleeps and back to cyborg bear groans.  The drums are feral and anti-socially bubble about in the background, like a boy in his diapers splashing around in a puddle of mud.  Monas is performing some bad behavior for sure.  At times the guitar becomes recognizable as it performs endless metal scales which seem to not be in rhythm with anything but an inner monologue that is occurring inside the musician.  Side A ends with the musicians embracing the fundamentally punk nature of this session; a crescendo of the themes priorly described in this review followed by the acceptance of the void - broken speaker feedback.

Side B: Invisible Nature

Side B, "Invisible Nature", trades in the electric guitar abuse for a saxophone which expresses endurance by playing improvised virtuosic melodies until what feels like physical breakdown.  The drums go in and out of rolls that respond to the saxophone in real time.  Philosophically, the drummer seems to be treating this session as exercise as well, testing his physical abilities while pushing the sonic boundaries of no wave-free jazz. The clashes of symbols scatter the improvised composition like fireworks crackling a fourth of July sky.  The Bass remains uncommitted, gradually dictating and establishing a rhythm before abandoning it, drunkenly positioning itself between 3 or 4 notes.  The bass is strongest sonically when slid, as the distorted amplifier exaggerates the instrument's primal core; hyper picked Dick Dale single note freakouts - Miserlou attempted by an unchecked Existentialist just in time for their mid-life crisis.

By the time the bass has found its groove, the saxophone has hit staccato pitches which mimic a cat in heat, a dying rabbit or perhaps a science fiction type robot short circuiting.

The music's unhinged, endless freeform produces both sensations of catharsis but also fear. The music suggests an unsettling situation in which the listener, accustomed to looping vaporware and television commercial jingles with the sole purpose of getting stuck in your head, cannot know what will happen next.  There is simply no relief from the imaginative on-slot which purposely dismisses harmony, pattern or order for freedom.

Invisible Nature ends with the Saxophone spiraling around nonsensically, with no direction but still with the same level of passion and energy ... the saxophone's volume fades out, unresolved, implying it never ends.

Fans of Sun Ra, Lambsbread, Mothmus and other Ecstatic Peace noisemakers will dig this release.

-- Jack Turnbull

JACKSON/BAKER/KIRSHNER “The Noisy Miner"
(Astral Spirits/Monofonus Press)




Free jazz just freaking talks to you, man, it’s a crazy conversation, but when you pin it down, such great depths of detail and language are revealed that you can’t unhear them. Stick a trio as remarkably in tune with one another as Keefe Jackson, Jim Baker, and Julian Kirshner in a room and hit record, and the sky’s the limit. “Well, duh,” you say, “that’s what jazz is sort of about, you chattering ninny.” It’s easy to generalize. I understand what you’re getting at. What you should understand, though, is that while The Noisy Miner exhibits all the hallmarks of improvisational sessions, it’s still a remarkable thrill hearing the interplay. I can’t help myself. What was the last great jazz record you heard? What grabbed you about it? Here, the trio burrow directly into your ear canals (especially if you’re listening on headphones) and tighten a vise grip around your chest, causing your heart rate to spike to unnatural levels. Sax bleats, piano runs, drums scatter, and your pulse quickens at the seemingly unresolvable momentum. But the players sense that, pull back, allow periods of relative calm, plateaus of rich tone, before they plunge headfirst into a new, mesmerizing freakout. Elements of classic ensembles punctuate the pieces – the press mentions Coltrane (especially on side A) and Sun Ra (side B features some far-out synth work) – and it’s not difficult to consider The Noisy Miner as an extension or even blood relative of remarkable records by such luminaries. But Jackson, Baker, and Kirshner provide their own stamp on their work – side B’s full-length meditation “There Is No Fact, However Insignificant” (perhaps an insight into our times) is proof positive that vast swaths of sonic exploration are as yet unexplored. Consider it a mission statement, an introductory inferno all up in your personal space. It is as welcome as it is uncomfortable. That is until it burrows under your skin and becomes a part of you. Then you owe it your life.

Astral Spirits/Monofonus Press

--Ryan Masteller

TASHI DORJI & TYLER DAMON
"Live At the Spot +1" C60
(Astral Spirits/Monofonus Press)




This here is a live recording of Tashi Dorji (guitar) and Tyler Damon (percussion) collectively loosening their minds together via maximum soundwave disruption AKA jamming-the-fuck-out-of-their-ever-loving-minds. Dorji’s creative use of loop and effects pedals takes this out of the typical free jazz offering and into a constant state of “Now how in the hell is he producing AND stringing all those sounds together like that?” while Tyler Damon expertly picks & chooses his battles as to which nooks & crannies to power-pack full of bombastic freakouts to. On Damon’s solo (beginning of side 2, clocking in at 13:56!), his blending of scrape disciplines, steam-of-conscious phrasings and subtle tribal rolls is beatifically disorienting and hypnotic and evocative of animal rutting and fighting and writhing and I think it’s the bees knees &…well…I think you ort take a listen for yourself via the link below.

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-- Jacob An Kittenplan

RANKIN-PARKER / PIERCE “Odd Hits”
(Astral Spirits/Monofonus Press)



Monofonus Press’ Astral Spirits imprint released “Odd Hits” by this Cello / Drummer duo (who are half of the Broken Trap Ensemble) in July of 2016. The release promised harmonic existence of song based and abstract compositions throughout the album. It delivers with absolute authority.

Dervish completely bashes into the speakers with HEAVY drumwork and unconventional Cello instrumentation. The overall effect is inviting and impressive due to the sheer lack of ingredients in the song. Fast Clip also satisfies the summary and probably most identifies with the goal of the album, walking the line between standard song and experimental improve constructions.

Other stand out cuts like LowBattery and Drum-Taps on side B, continue the varied presentation: the former sounds like a shamanic ritual while the latter is bolstered by a heated drum solo.

Results and Motorik both come off as being more in-line with what I would expect from a cellist / drummer duet and ultimately are my least favorite cuts on the album. They aren’t filler at all though, just a palette cleansing of sorts.

LIYL: Avelino Saavedra, Andre Vida, Leviathan Worship Service, “Arthur Russell meets Neu! meets free improv”

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-- Joseph Morris