microphones in the trees: ecstatic peace
Showing posts with label ecstatic peace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ecstatic peace. Show all posts

Monday, September 28, 2009

hush arbors

"when keith played me Yankee Reality I knew it was not only the best hush arbors album, but also that keith’s work had entered an entirely new world bursting with hauntings.
this is a classic, timeless, ageless american album, full of hope and yearning, beauty and melancholy, and which pours out stories like flowers. are these rainbow-at-end-of-the-world songs? or heart’s break/heart’s ease-at-the-end-of-the-road songs? anyway, I thought of horses and acid, death sleeping in a shack, the river bursting its banks and grinning like whisky, the birdlight and fading empires. starry, dreamlike, plaintive, gorgeous and broken, Yankee Reality is a perfect and utterly individual work, endlessly inventive yet instantly recognizable as being in a noble and generous tradition".
foto: keith wood

Monday, June 08, 2009

wand

"To quickly address the elephant in the room - certainly, collections of demos, outtakes and home recordings are mostly bogus, but obviously you're reading this, so obviously I've somehow been coerced into releasing this batch of tunes, and you've bought it or stolen it or borrowed it or gotten a promo or whatever, so let's cut to the chase. In my defense, all of the cuts contained herein are 'songs' in the traditional western sense - my experiments in "surf harmonica" and "doom zydeco" will not be chronicled here, deep and plentiful as those archives may be...You've already pardoned the narcissism, now pardon the cliche: I stand behind these songs as snapshots" and enjoy them despite their many flaws. I hope you do, too." The Wand, Nashville

es tan bonito y perfecto que no puedo destacar nada, o sí... lady of situations ('it might be too late to smile and turn when she smiles on you, it might be too late to paint the bottom of your boat blue'), all these generous men (con la preciosa voz de su mujer, jexie lynn), trails (los coros de jexie...), urchins (los coros de Jexie...), saturday delivery (james corea mirando al cielo mientras rasca su pierna como si fuera una guitarra...)

Monday, January 12, 2009

mv/ee with the golden road


"real raw 'you are here' sound captured live in the deep tapers pit by number one uk golden road archivist pete coward. this disck is a window into sweet harvests from a handful of shows, most notably an electric "easy livin" eye opener from a back room in brighton from the 'gettin' gone in aquarius' tour, plus a soaked "tea devil" from dylan nyoukis' 'colour out of space festival' as well as a blown out epic "canned happiness" from this years 'golden cherry ball' jam at instal. fasten yr jaw on the big league chew-z "environments" bubble featuring the usual heads (mv/ee/doc dunn/samara/chris davis) along with mick flower, chris corsano, the cherry blossoms and phil todd. child of microtones and ecstatic peace joint release - golden roadies unite!" ecstatic peace

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

sunburned hand of the man

"Z is about infinity and the double dimension we all live in yet don't fully understand. Z is the sound of that feeling you get when you think you're being watched or followed by the omnipotent one. Z is for believers and followers of the "Ecstatic Thruth" that fuels this mysterious Universe. Z has always existed and here it is as remembered and transfered solid by the people under the sun, the Sunburned..." John Moloney, Sunburned Hand of the Man
"Super-heavy new album from Sunburned Hand Of The Man, with long Industrial Krautrock-styled space-thud jams that crank the noise levels way beyond any of their recent releases and push further into the kind of malefic no wave riff construction that sounds most like an extremely dilated Sonic Youth circa "Brother James". Other tracks have a group doof feel that is somewhere between Acid Mothers Temple and Sun City Girls, if the latter hadda been fronted by an incoherently drunk Handsome Dick Manitoba. Never saw this one coming." volcanic tongue
tracklist
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Tuesday, April 10, 2007

wooden wand

Blood, Wired to the Sky, Spitting at the Camera, We must also Love the Thieves, ....para quedarse sin aliento. después de algo tan bonito como Dead Sue, el hechicero de Tennessee parecía obligado a avanzar un paso más: lo ha dado junto a Jarvis Taveniere (Vanishing Voice, Meneguar), DM Seidel (Vanishing Voice), Jeremy Earl (Woods, Meneguar), Steve Shelley (Sonic Youth), Lee Ranaldo (que canta y toca el piano) y Jessica Toth en James and the Quiet, su gran obra, más cautivador incluso que Second Attention. en todo lo que hace, que es mucho, él es la referencia y la garantía, parece tocado por una especie de ángel que no tiene fin. folk celestial sin fecha de caducidad. la novedad es que ahora James ha ido directo al meollo, a la melodía en estado puro, gracias sobre todo a una indescriptible Jessica Toth que siempre le acompaña con su voz o componiendo preciosas armonías. de hecho la afinidad entre Jessica y James comenzó a cimentarse en los discos de Wooden Wand & The Vanishing Voice, donde Jessica tocaba la guitarra y cantaba ocasionalmente. sutileza, encanto, calidez, América, las calles y los atardeceres de Knoxville, gospel crepuscular, Kris Kristofferson, Waylon Jennings, Leonard Cohen (Invisible Children), la quietud majestuosa de Wired to the Sky, ...James and the Quiet posee la mágica e imperfecta emoción de sus colaboraciones con Hush Arbors y Satya Sai versionando a Neil Young. son las melodías, y ese rasgueo inconfundible de guitarra, los que se encargan de convertir sus versos en canción. todo el disco es de una envergadura sublime y resulta difícil escoger canciones, pero los primeros acordes de guitarra de Blood rozan la perfección, tres minutos y medio que resumen toda la grandeza de los pequeños pasos de James Toth, un bucle de piano, guitarra y voz, un relato de cariño y de dolor que engancha una y otra vez. si hubiera que poner un pero, o todo lo contrario, es que al final treinta y pocos minutos se hacen muy cortos para un disco tan grande. todas y cada una de sus canciones pasan en un suspiro y ganan de verdad de verdad cuanto más las escuchas, canciones repletas de melodías que no envejecen por años que pasen. James Toth despide sus días con the Vanising Voice y dirige su mirada hacia ese horizonte anaranjado y romántico que ilustraba la portada de Second Attention.

delia (mp3)