Totally smitten with this honey, new thang from trio Ex Hex entitled ‘beast’ prized from an imminent incoming debut platter by the name of ‘Rips’ which is due to flatten record store counters sometime October courtesy of Merge records. Spills out at just over the classic three minute marker but hell what a cutely sassy blighter it is, a glam tanged power popping juggernaut that crystalizes the throbbing purr of Quatro and the Runaways and recalibrates said specifications with the underpinning of a killer cool dB’s grooving and the tuning of a retro pout a la Denim – while youre there throw in a smidgeon of Magazine – produced by Mitch Easter – so you know instinctively it oozes class…need I say more – kinda think not. https://soundcloud.com/mergerecords/ex-hex-beast
Staying loosely with the Bordellos – or at least their extended family – new thing from nero’s felines finds Dan Bordello teaming up with Rick from the Longdrone Flowers for what is a nifty two track teaser from a planned full length – ‘emperor’ – for small bear records this coming fall. As said two tracks on this delightful teaser set, Brian Bordello citing the opening cut as possessing something of Weddoes vibe, and while we do hear the subtle traces of Gedge and Co’s ‘Seamonsters’ seeping through the grooves it’s the softly turn undertone of a casually off set Pavement purr that pricks our ear lobes albeit here pitched to smoulder settings and prowling something of a discernibly dusty Soft Parade countrified pathway. Flip across for the short, sharp and quick fix dose of Pixie-fied psychosis of ‘lose my breath’ as it feeds greedily upon the groove gouges of Walking Seeds’ ‘bad orb….’- https://thenerofelines.bandcamp.com/album/neros-felines-single
Strangely quiet on the Bordellos front I hear you say, one album of the year in the making just out ‘will.i.am, you’re really nothing’ with more to follow one of which ought to see the emergence of a split release with long time musical loves of these missives Schizo Fun Addict. We’ve just had our ears singed by a proposed Bordellos cut for the set entitled ‘hit it’- we love it when these dudes go off road, in short three minutes of laid back smoked out and frazzled rock-a-hula that sassily oozes uber cool amid a wiring schizoid weird psych scalping that teases and twists like some bent out of shape boogie foolishly left on the cutting room floor from the Bunnies ‘crocodiles’ sessions.
In the mood for something unsettlingly beautiful, then feast thy ears upon the macabre wonderment that is the theme from ‘children of bow abbey’ – a by all accounts lost in the archives 70’s TV show deemed so weird and scary by the executives that it was aired in a late night slot and never shown again (we are presently hunting for links). Here for your listening delights re-crafted by the Holy See who I can guarantee you’ll hear more from in future musings- for what emerges is a peculiarly bewitched shadow playing posy of darkly dinked aural apparition of waltzing harpsichord haunts, ghostly fairground recitals and that sense of between dimensions twilight wonderment whose surreal supernatural sonic séance flickers and frights to forge alliances with the likes of Edwin Astley, Broadcast, Duke St. Workshop and the Eccentronic Research Council. https://soundcloud.com/theholysee/theme-from-children-of-bow
As to that aforementioned ‘Jacques de Vaucanson’ EP – well you can find it in all its unbridled glory here http://aeolipile.bandcamp.com/album/jacques-de-vaucanson-ep where it’s available as a free download. Featuring three hulking slabs of out there freeform no wave jazzness and something that’ll certainly turn on those among you whose radar is locked onto the frequencies of Ayler, Coltrane and the Henry Cows the title track particularly proving to be a squirreling sore thumbed beauty while ‘heterochromia iridum’ strangely invades the kind of left of centre worlds once upon a time explored with regularity by the pickled egg imprint. By far the best and most freaked out cut of the set ‘valsalva maneuver’ is invested with enough waywardness to put hairs on your already well groomed and softly stroked beard.
Which neatly brings me to the final instalment of this vinyl trio, a twin tracking scowling jazz head butt from Aeolipile who much to our horror and embarrassment apparently released their debuting EP ‘Jacques de Vaucanson’ earlier this year as a free download via bandcamp – more details below. This lot – a trio incidentally – feature amid their ranks workaholic wired dude Andy Pyne, Tom Roberts of infinite gaaah and bolide and Jason Williams (mothers of the third reich / deepkiss 720) collectively forge a rabid and rampant psychotic stew of Zorn-ish groove not least on the frankly freakish ‘glut’ where the maddening hysteria of the shrilled sax delights in forming schizoid patterns across the kind of obtusely angular and frantically warped time signatures( that would be the wet dream of mathematicians) whittling away beneath to mutate a spazzed out jazz hybrid that imagines Albert Ayler gate crashing an evening studio soiree of Henry Cow types. Likewise over on the flip ‘paused pregnancy’ opts to veer into sonic territories that would cause most to flinch, a caustic cacophony of fringe flipping no wave white hot jazz fury which devotees of James Chance and the Contortions will do well to check out at their earliest (in)convenience – no prizes for guessing then that this is essential head splitting groove.
All via www.foolproofprojects.co.uk
Second up of the trio – Kellar who serve up two slabs of killer ju-ju on an again limited to 250 only 7 inch. As the press release correctly boasts ‘sunrise city flux’ is perhaps their most accessible cut to date and sees them veering into Battles territories before morphing and mutating into what can only be described as a cranium frying finale, between those two points what comes to pass is a wide-screened serenading loosely funky fanfare of a Kellar in playfully frisky mood messing with your fringe and setting your floor space alight to some heads down mesmeric space cruising boogie, fluent and fluid and damn sexy with it which just in case you’re in need of referencing markers sounds not unlike a twang thrilled Bruce Russell under the watchful influence of Joe Meek. Over on the flip ‘exit via ocean’ is Kellar at their most wilfully obscure and obtuse, a freeform slab of fried tribal gouged freakbeat that appears to drop in and out consciousness all the time fracturing to shed its skin and reassemble itself terraforming at will to emerge in the main to forge something that ought to appeal to those admiring of the sounds escaping both the gringo and brew imprints. Not for the feint of heart.