Posts Tagged ‘A Place to Bury Strangers’

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Heavy Rotation 68

March 27, 2011

[Featuring Metric, Philip Selway, Scorpion Violante, Phantom Family Halo and School of Seven Bells. Additional remix and production by Mikezilla and the always popular A Place to Bury Strangers. All musical opinions courtesy of yours truly and do not represent the views of the ownership, management and well, pretty much damn near everyone else. Need a track removed? Email me at 2timegrime@gmail.com.]

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This week, it’s links to more links, which will give you a jump on future HR links. So, there’s that.

Looking for something to read? And not just any something, but something with teeth? And depth? The Browser’s got you covered.

Jason Kottke curates a fine set of links over at Kottke.org. Bonus fact: he designed Gawker Media’s original logo!

Crowd-sourced link farming at its best. Metafilter is both an entertaining aggregator and, depending on the link, an argument waiting to happen. The comment threads are usually worth a read.

More music here:
The Heavy Rotation Archives

Metric – Blindness (Mikezilla Remix).mp3

Philip Selway – Beyond Reason (Mikezilla Remix).mp3

I can’t decide whether Mikezilla’s mixes are flat-out awesome because he knows how to dust them perfectly with dancefloor magic or because he chooses impeccably beautiful source material.

I suppose it doesn’t matter. Metric’s chilling fight song and Phil Selway’s (of Radiohead) recursive tone poem get treated to Mikezilla’s pristine production and head toward the deeper end of the dancefloor all without overstaying their welcome.

Scorpion Violente – Viol et Revanche.mp3

Crank this up loud enough and suddenly you’re covered in sweat and maybe even a bit of blood being pinned to the wall of CBGB’s by Martin Rev’s pummeling drum machine and Alan Vega’s contemptuous glare.

Scorpion Violente are Suicide reborn, riding reverb over a minimal drone and body blow rhythms. There’s something about this sort of unapologetic sonic attack that brings out primal urges from those attuned to its murky beauty and frequently turns the frontmen into a combination protagonist/antagonist.

Phantom Family Halo – Blackouts and Runaways.mp3

A low-key dirge, building steadily like a storm on the horizon, gradually spreading until the sun is blotted out by the swelling blackness.

Phantom Family Halo is very reminiscent of nobody in particular. Maybe a little of the Radio Dept. in the vocals. Keep an ear out for how soon the jagged guitar shreds enter the track. It’s a long way from their first appearance to their complete domination by the closing of the track but it’s a perfectly done buildup that bleeds out like years of quiet desperation climaxing in abrupt tragedy.

School of Seven Bells – Windstorm (A Place to Bury Strangers Remix).mp3

This is stellar. A Place to Bury Strangers lay down a distorted bass riff that sounds like a classic muscle car idling while Alejandra Deheza of School of Seven Bells drapes her airy vocals across the underpinning roar like an airbrushed nude draped across the hood. Only, you know, impeccably tasteful.

The whole thing just kind of takes off, surging from throaty growl to high-rpm whine in mere moments, leaving the entire track clouded in tire smoke and gasoline fumes.

-CLT

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Heavy Rotation v. 59

January 23, 2011

Featuring Zombie Zombie, Atlas Sound, Robyn Hitchcock, Ceremony and Gr†ll Gr†ll. Contains equal parts shoegaze and witch house. Contact 2timegrime@gmail.com if you would like to have your fine piece of music removed from this post.

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The latest in sustainable food: human cheese. You read that right. If nothing else, check out the sustainability flowchart in which something magical happens involving a child, a toilet and an El train car.

One of my favorite writers, P.J. O’Rourke, dissects the endless layers of bullshit political coverage that swallowed up the senseless tragedy in Arizona, turning five deaths into a petty partisan hockey fight.

What exactly goes on in these catalog dream homes? (Hint: mind games, pretentiousness and some wickedly funny punchlines.)

Zombie Zombie – Assault on Precinct 13.mp3

If you’ve heard their stunning debut (A Land for Renegades) or seen their killer G.I. Joe meets The Thing video for Driving This Road Until Death Sets You Free, their latest project will come as no surprise. Zombie Zombie pay off all their outstanding debts to John Carpenter with a pitch-perfect collection of covers tackling all his most famous themes.

This one’s a stomper. Respectful without being obsequious. Expansive without losing sight of the original. Wave off the nurse. Your blood pressure may be rising but you’ll feel just fine.


Atlas Sound – Quick Canal (feat. Laetitia Sadier of Stereolab).mp3

A dizzying eddy of a track, all exquisitely tangled multi-tracked vocals and electronic rushes balanced atop a loping, percussive chug seeming built from an amplified phonograph needle stuck in a perpetual runout groove.

Sadier’s vocals (and unintelligible vocalizations) redefine both “soaring” and “ethereal,” as does Atlas Sound itself.

Robyn Hitchcock – Luckiness.mp3

This song (off Robyn Hitchcock’s latest, Propellor Time) always hits me right here (indicates heart) and right here (indicates throat). I couldn’t tell you exactly why but it presses all those happy/sad buttons at the same time. I think the ancients called this type of mixed emotion “bittersweet.”

I can’t tell whether this is a song of gratefulness or a song about loving someone so much you set them free.*

Luckiness in luck, lucky as it strikes you
Lucky in your veins
Luckiness in love, lucky ’cause she likes you
Over distant skies, over distant plains
Lucky in your veins

*Perhaps the wizened snot-nosed jangle punks known as the Dead Milkmen said it best with their track If You Love Someone, Set Them on Fire.

Ceremony – Breaking Up.mp3

Once upon a time there was a band called Skywave who delivered a trebly bunch of feedbacking titled Synthstatic. It was destined to be one of those brightly burning candles that burnt half as long, or rather sputtered and went out completely soon after delivering their audacious platter of well-heeled noise.

Agreeing to disagree, the bandmates went their separate ways. One, a certain Oliver Ackerman, took his noisy toys and headed back to his shop, emerging shortly thereafter under two new names: Death By Audio, his effects pedal workshop and A Place to Bury Strangers, his eerie approximation of the banshee-in-a-windtunnel that was the Jesus and Mary Chain of 1985. (You’ve probably heard of them. I’ve mentioned them in passing a time or two.)

The other two, Paul Baker and John Fedowitz, headed off in a slightly different direction, armed with their Wonder Twin powers — form of a bottom-heavy squall of white noise. Ceremony was born, a torrid love child of the Jesus and Mary Chain’s amp-impaling feedback and the roiling bass swagger of Girls Vs. Boys.

Behold. The prodigal phoenix, rising from the ashes armed with brutal melodies spiked in poisoned emotions.

Gr†ll Gr†ll – They All.mp3

Somewhere, out on the wrong side of town, cruises a jet-black SUV. At the wheel: a doom merchant with trouble on his mind and time on his hands. The otherworldly pulse of bass announces his arrival and the child-like treble interjections only serve to highlight how incredibly dark the street becomes as his machine passes through.

-CLT

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Heavy Rotation Vol. 33

February 21, 2010

Time being of the essence and all that, here’s a fairly brief Heavy Rotation which I hope will tide you over until my routine expansiveness returns. You’ll still get five outstanding tracks, but with way less of the “witty” banter and “insightful” critiquing that you’ve come to expect.

Feeling nostalgic? Check out the:
Heavy Rotation Archives

A Place to Bury Strangers – In Your Heart (Cereal Spiller Remix).mp3
Remember how I’m always going on and on about how A Place to Bury Strangers is my new favorite band?

No?

Maybe I’m thinking of Whitey. Or you are.

Anyway, they are. They are like the Jesus and Mary Chain + My Bloody Valentine + a fuckload of noise. So: fun. This remix, however, charms the hell out of the noisy New Yorkers and takes them on a laidback and melodic spin dangerously close to the dancefloor.

Paul Dempsey – Ramona Was A Waitress (Faux Pas Remix).mp3
Faux Pas shakes up a fellow Antipodean’s tune about life, the universe and everything and turns it into something resembling a Gary Numan track making love to some sort of wonderful thing made out of flanging and phasing. Couldn’t be more pleasant and agreeably hummable.

Plus Faux Pas himself is an all-around good guy who actually stopped by here and corrected just one of my many factual errors. And he called me “Big Ears,” which I have chosen to believe is a compliment.

Cold Cave – Love Comes Close.mp3
Straight out of Rocky’s hometown by way of Manhattan comes this new synthpop combo, whose M.O. is making fucking good tracks that sound like all the best things from the early 80’s, namely early New Order, Clan of Xymox and Echo & the Bunnymen. How can you say “no” to that?

Simian Mobile Disco – Audacity of Huge (Dada Life Remix).mp3
From out of England (as is the case with most fine dance music – except when it comes out of France), SMD bring their disco strut to this track, which posits the age old complaint – “I’ve got it all, but I don’t have you.”

The difference here are the tongue-thru-cheek lyrics, which name drop everything from PM Dawn, Peter Tosh to Minidiscs and, notably, a “biodiesel dirigible.” Fun, fun, fun and all done with the swaggering overconfidence that says, “Hand me that yardstick so I can measure my cock.” Highly recommended.

PNAU – With You Forever (Fear of Tigers Mix).mp3
PNAU, whom we last heard front-mouthing for the Groove Armada on their blistering single “Warsaw,” turns in this blissfully melancholic track which cruises gorgeously into your forebrain, thanks to the incredibly sure production of Fear of Tigers.

[All music posted on Fancy Plans… is kick ass and too awesome to be contained. All music is also posted temporarily and, due to it’s high level of ass-kicking, should not be distributed without a prescription and care should be taken while operating heavy equipment or dancing around the living room (clothing optional, but do remember that the blinds are open/kids are still awake).
Should you wish to have your brilliant artistic statement forced back into confinement, please email me at 2timegrime@gmail.com. Feel free to leave a comment, as that will probably be noticed sooner.
By all means, if you like what you hear (and you will), please support the totally rocking artist(s) by purchasing some music or heading out to see them live.]

-CLT

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Heavy Rotation Vol. 20

October 25, 2009

Twenty. There’s a nice round number. Well, not so much the first number but the last is nicely rounded, all curvy and ovoid, just like man’s first attempt at the wheel. They reasoned that it should be as strong as an egg and twice as large. Years later, someone discovered the “o” and history was made.

If you’d like to make a little history with us, please feel free to click away at the links below, which will trigger some ridiculously good tunes in semi-video form and possibly (if you click the southernmost link) a treasure trove of ridiculously good tunes for your very own computer, like a home version of the game you just played.

The previous 19 are here: the Heavy Rotation Archives

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Switches – Drama Queen
Simply put, the kind of song that makes you want to head down to the bar, pound back several ounces of booze and get in a fight. Straight ahead buzzsaw powerpop with plenty of swaggering and sneering from all involved, all wrapped up in a catchy-as-fuck tune with some unabashed backup vox woo’s.

Load up the drugs we’ll let the demons come in
Bring all the kids they won’t know where to begin
Shoot ’em a line they’ll lock you up in the pen
If you’re rating my life give it ten

 

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Robyn Hitchcock – Sleeping with Your Devil Mask
One of my favorite all-time tracks from my favorite absurdist. Although his music can sometimes be a hard sell because of his overall weirdness, this track in particular couldn’t get any catchier, and the lyrics couldn’t get much weirder.

As to what he’s on about? Who knows. Could be a dark, bitter relationship song. Could be a fatalistic parable of the ultimate death of us all. Could be a headful of acid committed to paper (and then instruments, I suppose). It could just be the sort of thing that drives certain people to yell inappropriately during Robyn’s occasional solo acoustic sets. Whatever it is, it’s worth listening to several hundred times.

It’s all compulsion, there’s no choice
My mother’s second name is Joyce
And once when she was very young
She saw a cellist being hung
Thirteen men with long black heads
All came and stood around her bed
And when the morning light came in
She saw their heads had all caved in
Their rotting brains fell to the floor
And crawled away towards the door

Sleeping with your Devil mask
Is all I wanna do
And when I stop it means
I’m through with you
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah

 

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HEALTH – Die Slow
From out of L.A. and sounding like m83 with Holy Fuck’s rhythm section (such as it were) and the Killing Joke’s guitars, HEALTH combine the airy, subdued vocals of a million shoegazer bands with the guitar/drum attack of Broken-era Nine Inch Nails (but running about half-speed). While the drums beat you into submission, the vocals and synth lines float above the fray, as if immune to the chaos underpinning them.

 

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A Place to Bury Strangers – Deadbeat
One of my all-time favorite bands despite having only been around since 2006. Picking up the shattered amps and eardrums of the Jesus and Mary Chain, New York’s “loudest band” is all about returning feedback to its rightful place as “lead guitar.” This particular track opens with a very Cramps-like intro before plunging neck deep into swirling drones and piercing feedback, all the while being shoved forward by the rhythm section like G20 protesters in front of a SWAT team.

Oliver Ackerman’s laconic vocals seal the deal, with his futile question to a heartbreaking lover: “What? What the fuck? Don’t mess with my heart.”

 

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Fuck Buttons – Olympians
Fuck. Yes. The Fuck Buttons return triumphantly with a new album, Tarot Sport. Building on their psychedelic and psychotic drums and distortion of their debut, the Buttons add some shimmering synths and build a more expansive and melodic groove from the claustrophobic psych-noise of Street Horrrsing.

The lead single is Surf Solar, which is incredible and the most immediately striking track on the album. But Olympians has been the grower, echoing back to their previous work (especially Sweet Love for Planet Earth). It builds from nearly nothing, just a fuzzed-out synth before the drums come rolling in. As you begin to feel that yes, this is nice and pounding but could get a little tiring after 4 or 5 minutes, the boys bring in an organ. As these tones begin to intertwine with the groove, some gorgeous synth pads pop up out of nowhere, like shafts of unexpected sunlight on a dark, cloudy day.

And then the distortion returns, calming our fears that the Fuck Buttons had gone all soft and synthy on us. The kind of cripplingly beautiful epic that comes around too rarely.

All mp3’s in a tightly-wound, emotional wreck of a zip file:
Heavy Rotation Vol. 20

-CLT

[All music posted on Fancy Plans… is kick ass and too awesome to be contained. All music is also posted temporarily and, due to its high level of ass-kicking, should not be distributed without a prescription and care should be taken while operating heavy equipment or dancing around the living room (clothing optional, but do remember that the blinds are open/kids are still awake).
Should you wish to have your brilliant artistic statement forced back into confinement, please email me at 2timegrime@gmail.com. Feel free to leave a comment, as that will probably be noticed sooner.
By all means, if you like what you hear (and you will), please support the totally rocking artist(s) by purchasing some music or heading out to see them live.]
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Heavy Rotation

May 9, 2009

Hopefully, a soon-to-be regular feature as I release whatever earworms are currently making me ask, “Does this look infected?” 

This week’s contagions are:

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DeathSet – Had a Bird.mp3
Those of you familiar with Baltimore’s DeathSet know that they are revered for their shouty, drum-machined punk and relaxed attitude towards the word “fuck.” For those of you that are unfamiliar, Baltimore’s DeathSet are known for their shouty, drum-machined punk and relaxed attitude towards the word “fuck.”

This track contains none of those. Except the drum machine. Tuneful, mildly twee and full of wist, Had a Bird is a happily sad song that conjures up vague nostalgia and hopefulness. It’s much better than I’m making it sound.

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A Place to Bury Strangers – Runaround.mp3
New York’s loudest band (you could look it up) with a track not found on their stunning debut album. All machine-gun drums, pulverizing bass and staccato blasts of distortion and feedback. This track combines the best part of two Jesus & Mary Chain albums (Psychocandy for the feedback; Honey’s Dead for the rhythm section) into one brutally cohesive whole.

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Test Icicles – What’s Your Damage? (Alan Braxe & Fred Falke Remix).mp3
England’s Test Icicles (wait…test… icicles…no… no… yes… no… yes… I get it!) bashed out some boys’ own dance-punk (emphasis on punk) for a couple of years back in the day (to be specific: 2004-2006). French house producers Alan Braxe and Fred Falke drag the Icicles through some very tuneful synth work and rewire the track into something that wouldn’t sound out of place in your sister’s music collection.

Won’t impress the jocks anymore, but really, the only thing they offered was instructions on how to straddle the line between consensual sex and rape. Fuck em. Play it loud.

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Grinderman – No Pussy Blues (Freeland Dub).mp3
Rockier side project of death enthusiast Nick Cave. Adam Freeland, breakbeat producer extraordinare, slices, dices and chops Cave’s ode to not getting any into a dancefloor anthem. Certainly will never be as popular with the ladies as it is with the dudes, but that’s a common issue with blue ball songs and the breakbeat genre. In other words, Mom’s not going to like it.

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TV on the Radio – Mr. Grieves.mp3
Nice little ep track from TV on the Radio. A beautiful cover of the Pixies’ Mr. Grieves done in a way that shouldn’t work (accapella/doo-wop) but once you’ve heard it, it seems to be the only way it could ever have been done.

[All music posted on Fancy Plans… is kick ass and too awesome to be contained. All music is also posted temporarily and, due to it’s high level of ass-kicking, should not be distributed without a prescription and care should be taken while operating heavy equipment or dancing around the living room (clothing optional, but do remember that the blinds are open/kids are still awake).
Should you wish to have your brilliant artistic statement forced back into confinement, please email me at 2timegrime@gmail.com. Feel free to leave a comment, as that will probably be noticed sooner.
By all means, if you like what you hear (and you will), please support the totally rocking artist(s) by purchasing some music or heading out to see them live.]

-CLT