Nate Fitzbutler did a remix to Kanye West’s and Kendrick Lamar’s “No More Parties in LA” called “No More Parties in SD”. He said, "we made this track to try to bring some national buzz to our city that’s always been in the shadow of the LA music scene."

Niko Sitaras from the San Diego based dream rock band Paper Days says, "We just released our new EP 'Fun For Family & Friends'. Our release party is on Feb 19th being hosted at the Irenic (with The Bash Dogs & Splavender). 

Panic Is Perfect is an indie-pop group from San Fran and they are touring in support of their new album, Cellspace, which drops tomorrow on Strange Loop Records. They'll be playing at The Loft @ UCSD on Feb. 12!





 

 

 

 

 

Tangorodrim - Justus Ex Fide Vivit
Southern Lord by Keith Boyd 11.08.07

Black Metal from the Holy Land ! Sounds like some sort of oxymoronic doublespeak you say? Well gird your loins, grab your battleaxe and praise the Olden Gods because it's true folks. Tangorodrim are perhaps the only alcohol-fueled, Russian immigrant, Satanic Black Metal band from Israel . They've put out a few albums but this new one, along with their last; 'Unholy and Unlimited" (also on Southern Lord) have served as calling cards to the Metal world that they are a group to be reckoned with.

Black Metal is not usually a genre that rewards too much innovation. The fans tend to be looking for a certain something and any real deviation from that will not only earn their scorn, they will simply abandon a group as "sellouts". What is it about this music that makes it so insular and unforgiving? I blame the "cool hunters". As you may know Cool Hunters are folks hired by the mega-corporations and ad agencies to ferret out trends before they grow beyond the "Street" level. They cruise the streets of all major cities disguised as regular people and they infiltrate places where large groups gather. All the while they are observing, taking photos and generally absorbing any fashion quirks, music preferences and consumer behavior they witness. This is then reported back to Corporation X and before you know it every ad, MTV reality show personality and Hot Topics store is mirroring back the clothing, hair style and mannerisms that were only weeks ago unknown. This has been the way of our market system since there was one. It's not that industry hasn't always leeched off of our human culture to sell us back high priced versions of ourselves. It's more that now the game moves so quickly the lines between self-expression and commerce have been blurred to an almost non-existent point. Consider the "Faux-Hawk" hairdo. Is there any more surreal sign that marketing has made us all robots than this trend? It takes the old Punk Rock freak-out of shaving both sides of your head while leaving a spiky strip in the middle and basically defangs and declaws it. Although it has perhaps passed the all time high rate of appearance it had a year or two ago this signpost of ridiculousness can still be seen frequently. Now instead of topping the head of say Ryan Seacrest and Brad Pitt you'll see it on Kindergarteners and 1 st graders following behind Mom on the daily trip to the mall. Of course that's just an example but it serves to show the pattern. Some hipster somewhere tries out a strange new look. It gets snapped up by our corporate/government/religion, made "cool" by a handful of stars and then sold and trickled down through the youth market to land firmly in the sandbox set. Of course by that point the hipsters have all moved on but those new moves are entering the machine as well. What to do in the face of this? Most just buy in and ride out the trend wave with an eye towards the next. Eventually we all move beyond the demographic that matters and it starts all over with the next generation. Well the folks making and consuming Black Metal have I suppose the one loophole out of this. The music is so base, uncomfortable and unforgiving that it seems to be trend proof. Sure the hordes of acts that erupted from say 1989 through 1993 or so might give the appearance of a movement but that was simply the zeitgeist of Nordic scene. The unholy tendrils of Black Metal have since then crept around the world and in doing so have gleefully warped the minds of countless willing victims. Although its' pervasiveness has become apparent very few adaptations have arisen. The blast beat blur in which melody is subservient to rhythm is the dominant motif. There is also the shrieking deathgrunt of the vocalists. Production values are secondary to emotive intensity and the overarching mood is GRIM, GRIM, GRIM. A few super headstrong cases such as Xasthur, Crebain and Leviathan have managed to inject a symphonic structure at times but even these iconoclasts tend to keep it hard and loud. I guess you could say its bit of narrow-mindedness. Oh well, so be it. There's room for a lot of sound in this world and much like detective fiction or action/adventure movies Black Metal is a genre that succeeds not so much by innovation as by fulfilling the requirements in a bold fashion. If we can accept those criteria in regards to the genre then the new album by Tangorodrim is a stunning achievement.

Don't come looking for either technical virtuosity or production polish. You'll find neither and go away disappointed. What you get here is track after track of full speed ahead misanthropic metal. The six tracks on this disc are sure to burn holes in your speakers and ear drums. Stand out songs include; The Wolves Are Also Coming and Without Eyes And Anything Above. As they say in the Black Metal world this one is "For The True".


    Lotushouse MP3 Sampler
    Maquiladora - The Revenge of Becky Royal (New Piano)
    Tenniscoats + Maquiladora - Hours
    High Mountain Tempel - Processional (An Invocation to Thee Angelic Sister)
    Raagnagrok - HJD
    Beggars - Will We Call It Love
    Maquiladora - Termez 1936
    Maquiladora - Song 26
    Buzz or Howl - Sendhe Mortu Chin Rigore
    Earthling Tempel - Celestial Inhabitants of the Sun
    Buzz or Howl - The Sins Of The Flower Are Visited On The Shunned
    Maquiladora - Light of the Rain
    High Mountain Tempel - The Ascended Master (Hang Gliding in Heaven)
    High Mountain Tempel - Fluctuat Nec Mergitur
    High Mountain Tempel - Tempel Walk
    Buzz or Howl - 05 Oct 05
    Buzz or Howl - Sun as the Destroyer of Dreams
    Live version at the Make Room SF 2005
    Maquiladora - In This Life
    Maquiladora - Simply to See You
    Maquiladora with Kawabata Makoto - Nampasen
    Maquiladora Maquiladora - Drunk and Lighting Fires (A Waltz)
    Maquiladora Maquiladora - Ritual of Hearts
    Maquiladora Maquiladora - Ankle
    Maquiladora - Mayday
    Loraine Loraine - Pasqually Old Pasqually

    Beggars - S/T
    by Pierro Scaruffi

    Maquiladora's Eric Nielsen and Bruce McKenzie joined forces with Skygreen Leopards' Glenn Donaldson to form Beggars, whose double-disc Beggars (Lotushouse, 2013) is a tour de force of ecstatic Eastern-influenced freak-folk. Mostly these pieces lean towards the traditional song format, although inevitably deformed by the musicians' pedigrees.

    The ghostly hyper-dilated drones of Ghost Coyote are imbued with quasi-Morricone western-movie guitar twang and even harmonica. The sweet lullaby and the trotting pace of Eureka My Love as well as the romantic honky-tonking Justine (with a refrain a bit reminiscent of Dylan's Blowing in the Wind) hark back to the heydays of country-rock. 2-3-74 Floating evokes the martial laments of the young Neil Young although diluted amid discordant guitar jamming and lulled by waves of funereal vocal harmonies. Berserker's Boogie is a lively and poppy almost-bluegrass tune. They even intone the singalong Queen Anne's Lace with drums, banjo and all.

    Thankfully, the spaced-out yodeling of Lullaby de Bourbon (memories of Aoxomoxoa-era Grateful Dead), the free-form quasi-jazz guitar and vocal interplay of Will We Call It Love, the seven-minute dreaming psalm Big Pink Sun and its sublimely disintegrating coda, remind us of what Maquiladora are best at. The 23-minute Midget Decapitates Clownis an ambitious concerto for suspense and agony. Far from being just a droning piece, it piles up sonic event after sonic event, producing the trancey effect out of a multitude of traumatic sounds. The chirping and tweeting that accumulates half-way into the piece decays into a nervous organic filigree and dies away in the most cryptic manner; one of the high points of Maquiladora's career.


    Earthling Tempel - Pilgrimage To Thunderbolt Pagoda
    by Aquarius Records

    Not sure if this is part 4, or just the first in a new multi part epic, hardly matters, what does matter is, this is another glorious expansive collection of meditative psychedelic abstract dronefolk ambience. Every High Mountain Tempel disc we're reviewed thus far has gotten played to death here, and this one doesn't appear to be any different. Well, at least in that respect. In one distinct way it is very different, HMT are not going it alone this time. They've assembled a pretty impressive collection of sonic alchemists and musical conjurers to help with this ritual, Isis Aquarian from the Source Family, Charles Curtis from La Monte Young's Just Alap Raga Ensemble, and two crews from the UK we've never heard of, Earthling Society and Astarism, but even with all those cooks in the kitchen, HMT and friends have managed to weave another dark minimal masterpiece, all hushed barely there guitar shimmer, drifting whispered vocals, delicate crystalline melodies, dense swirls of piano, warm swells of tape hiss, mysterious voices and field recordings, whirring organ, bowed steel strings... so lovely.

    If the liner notes are to be believed, two of the tracks feature Earthling Society on their own, and those tracks do sound different, much less free and sprawling, a bit more structured, like seventies UK acid folk, swirling and melodic and quite lovely. The final two tracks find the two groups in full on collaborative mode, and the gears shift to something much more space rocky and Hawkwindy, all blissed out and heart-of-the-sun, until the final track which is a strummy, delicate, moody chill out closer, a sort of dour doom folk drift, that makes a perfect ending.

    Super nice packaging, silkscreened oversized 4 panel sleeve, white on black, with the cd-r affixed to the inside. And of course, SUPER LIMITED!

    High Mountain Tempel - The Glass Bead Game by Aquarius Records

    Part three in the ongoing series of limited cd-r explorations from mysterious drone combo High Mountain Tempel, and like the two before it, the band continue to delve into some murky sonic underworld, again presenting loooong songs, each separated by brief sonic interludes, this disc seems feature more actual vocals, the opening track features a processed voice, that sounds a bit like throat singing, or a Speak And Spell, intoning some arcane message, interwoven with long drawn out tones, and a thick ropy buzz, super dark and intense and atmospheric. Elsewhere sampled voices surface, there are bits of chanting here and there, all peppered throughout the disc. But even with the extra voices, the focus here is still on dark, lugubrious, extended dronescapes.

    The sound of High Mountain Tempel is probably closest to Expo '70, as their various permutations of dronemusic seem to have a definite krautrock vibe, that gives the sound a sort of spaced out quality, and a subtle propulsion, but unlike Expo '70, HMT seem to have a distinct Eastern influence, much of the music is meditative and subtly dramatic, a bit soundtracky, and some of it sounds like it could be Japanese. Especially the way field recordings are incorporated into the sounds. Giving everything a definite texture, some of it sounding like it was perhaps recorded live in some hilltop temple. Which we would imagine is the idea.

    Not sure what else to say actually. This is indeed fantastic, brooding and malefic, but also shimmery and dreamy, sonically it has much in common with the first two installments, so definitely check out those reviews to read more about their 'sound'.

    Needless to say, fans of the drone and folks into the current crop of cd-r soundscapers will for sure dig this, but like the other HMT discs, this is more than simple drone music, this is ritualistic alchemical soundwork, one can almost imagine stumbling across a group of cloaked figures huddled around a fire in a forest clearing, tossing various powders into the flames, causing the fire to change color and cast beastlike shadows on the branches above, and this is the sound filtering through the forest like a black moonlit fog...
    SUPER LIMITED of course, packaged beautifully in a foldover silkscreened sleeve, gold metallic on red on the outside, black on red on the inside.

    High Mountain Tempel - A Screaming Comes Across The Sky - The Faultline Scriptures
    by Aquarius Records

    Record number two from this mysterious drone-kraut styled duo. Their last disc was a huge hit around here, so we were pretty thrilled to get our hands on this one, a logical sonic extension of the first, delving deeper into some murky tripped out twilit soundworld.
    The disc opens with shimmering clouds of gongs and cymbals, whirring and sizzling, suspended over a deep distant rumble, a delicate intro to a record at once hypnotic and lovely, dark and dense.

    The record is arranged into three epic tracks, interspersed with short sonic interludes, ranging from field recordings of crickets, looped chants (Elizabeth Clare Prophet if we're not mistaken), spirituals and mysterious liturgical songs, whirring drones, and backwards percussion, but it's the long tracks where the duo get to spread out, let their dense soundscapes sprawl.

    The three long tracks sounds like movements of a greater whole, clocking in at 15 minutes, 11 minutes and nearly 17 minutes respectively, each rife with creepy delayed vocals, churning guitars and smeared chords, roiling muddy whirls, which often dissipate leaving streaks of fragmented melody and haunting slowed down voices. Buried amidst the drones and whirs, are lullaby-like melodies, skittery percussion, streaks of grinding distortion, hidden voices, more field recordings, thick swaths of cavernous rumbles, little bits of electronic glitch and lots and lots of low end buzz.

    Packaged in a fancy navy blue fold over sleeve, screenprinted in white ink, with a photocopied insert with liner notes and song credits.

    LIMITED TO 150 COPIES! Each one hand numbered.

 

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