The label of fantastic bands like Worriedaboutsatan / Her Name Is Calla / Glissando and many more have made a sampler for your listening pleasure go and grab it while its hot.Download: Gizeh Records Sampler For 2009
The label of fantastic bands like Worriedaboutsatan / Her Name Is Calla / Glissando and many more have made a sampler for your listening pleasure go and grab it while its hot.Download: Gizeh Records Sampler For 2009
Burial has been quite ever since the mercury awards last year, well at least he hasn’t been in the public eye since then. But my god he has been busy where it counts most: in the studio if the rumours are right anyway.
Parts of LA came to Leeds to night the Brainfeeder and Low End Theory and fuck me they delivered. But on with that in a moment, the night was warmed up nicely buy some locals the first thing I heard was Caspa’s abusive cockney-step anthem where’s my money! Which was well abusive for such an early hour but soon enough after a quick dose of Rustie’s Zigzag P45 came on and played a wicked set of bleeped out electronica and plenty of bits from The Bug. The only mishaps on being the complete fuckin’ bell end on the door that wouldn’t let anyone out and if you did leave you had to buy another ticket to get in. Ridicules rules, and he was a complete fucker, so some sweet talking was done with another door staffer and he was well up for the re-entry, bonus.
Original writen for the Sonic Router bass blog and all round good egg, it just had to go up here aswell as I'm a sucka for Cooly's beats and I wrote about her self released EP a while back here Vol.s 2 & 3 of which are out now, but here is the big one the Hyperdub 12".
First things first go and grab yourself the Time Warp Virtual 7” by Atlas Sound from the Deerhunter / Atlas Sound / Lotus Plaza blog, its two sublime summery time nuggets with shimmering guitars and a dreamy, drunken feel, man I love it when Bradford Cox drops a download.
This is a big line up for a gig on a Sunday night Holy State’s EP on Holy Roar is a cracker (See my review here), Pulled Apart By Horses are a force to be reckoned with in the live setting they just rock the fuck out like new skool grunge legends or something. Then there is the always intense and mesmerising stop start free-jazz-spazz-hardcore of Sheffield’s young guns Rolo Tomassi. I for one was pretty excited.The four-man Leeds natives Wintermute debut album drops on Oxford’s prime indie label Big Scary Monsters in the shape of Robot Works. They make a nice clean and tappy emo infused indie rock that BSM are so good at bringing to our ears. They fit right in with label mates This Town Needs Guns or Tubelord with their taping and melodies a plenty, not to mention the poppy hooks.
Wintermute have their own vibe that they bring to the table mind and that comes in the form of some Foals-esq indie dance party moments in places and in others a kind of power-pop meets post-hardcore energy, in-act they are pretty reminiscent of Kubichek! at times, or maybe a hint of their city mates ¡Forward, Russia! but with a less epic sensibility. It’s something they pull of quite well and it makes for a solid debut from the young band.
The catchy as hell ‘Bad Company In A Sauna’ almost makes me cringe at it’s poppieness but not quite it’s a wicked opener. ‘Disco Loadout’ is the most Foals-esq boogie down production but they bring a bit of grit and growl to the minimal dance guitar repetitions by growling a bit and adding distorted passages, to be fair to Wintermute they have been doing the Foals-y vibes for maybe longer than Foals them selves it’s just an accessible comparison really. I blame the press and a whole swath of bands listening to a lot of Minus The Bear all at once, in a house, making notes but in a good way (wink).
They pull out some brilliant jagged edge guitars on most of their tracks and have an ear for a melody. ‘Shark Vs. E-Boat’ is another highlight and the only thing even remotely Foals like on her is the drum hits that sound like the clipy clopy hooves of a tiny horse, which plays off some really nice melodic guitar taps. ‘Spanish Girls’ really does kill it in the quick fire melodic stakes though the riffs in this is something to behold, ‘I Abandoned My Boy’ is maybe the most mellow highlight of the album and it pulls off similar melodic heights before drifting off into an atmospheric sea of twinkling pianos.
Leeds has been very vibrant for quite some years now for producing these sorts of bands and Wintermute don’t let the side down at all in-fact they are very well established in the scene and have been for sometime now. They may not blow minds but Robot Works is a very enjoyable listen.
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http://www.myspace.com/wintermuteband
BSM bring the noise and throw out some Shapes. They make one hell of a racket too, a mix of hardcore punk mathematics and brutal energy along with the songs to back it up. They fit in really well with the noisy end of Big Scary Monsters output like a less insane Blakfish or a more insane Tubelord.
Indiana’s Native are dropping the We Delete; Erase EP for the first time in the UK on the wonderful Big Scary Monsters and you know what they fit right in. They play a spaced out kind of post-rock meets hardcore mathy type indie rock. Over in the US they share the same management as such big underground hitters as Maps and Atlases, Russian Circles and the epic guitar noodler and ex At The Drive-In man Omar Rodriguez Lopez, so they must be doing something right.
Original writen for the Sonic Router, but this is so good I had to post twice ;)
Norwich newcomers are setting gardens and living rooms on fire way out east with some old school inspired hardcore noise. These dirty son of a guns will shout and fuck you up with gnarly riffs, fucked drums and in your face vocals. They will kneecap you and cover you in mustard before running off with your Nan, so mind out...
The aptly named Filth is the latest album from dirty breakcore / grimey acid / fucked up IDM producer Venetian Snares and this time he has going all out in your face and down right pornographic. Like a maniac running around the studio, pants round his ankles, covered in a suspicious goo, dripping all over his 303 and slapping his gnarly dick on the sampler setting off breakbeats and thoroughly getting off on it as the songs unravel and the stains build up.