Posts Tagged ‘Album of the day’
Posted on Saturday, February 15th, 2014
Praise for Nibiru‘s Netrayoni from San Francisco’s aQuarius Records: These occult Italian sonic shamans have returned from another extensive druggy doomy dreamtime journey into the realms of heaviness / trippiness unknown to most modern mortals, who aren’t ‘experienced’ like these guys, and here’s the recorded result to edify us all. Nibiru‘s 2013 debut Caosgon first turned us on to their strange ceremonial sound, improvised esoteric stoner sludge for fans of UFOmammut, OM, Orthodox, Gnod, Bong, Acid Mothers Temple, etc.
Now a year or so later they’re back with even longer hair, longer beards, longer songs… probably, at any rate it’s a longer album, two whole sprawling discs this time, filled to the brim with freeform Moog mantras, lumbering heavy riffs, hypnotic slomo rhythms, freaky FX, and drug gobbling / gargling vocal invocations. It’s a Paul Chain getting high in Nepal thing you wouldn’t understand.
The music of these Mogadon monks often takes the form of buzzing droning distortion, waves of it, interwoven with weird samples and those howling electronically treated vocals – moans akin to drones themselves – with the guitars chugging away behind the synths, intensive drums and percussion too, plodding and pounding, all part of Nibiru‘s truly otherworldly, seemingly never-ending throb.
These tracks are tumbling, pulsating things that twist and turn in slow spirals, mutating more than anything else, as new components unexpectedly appear in the sound field: some Barn Owlish twang here, some primal vocal outbursts there; squiggling shortwave electronics, wavering guitar lines, ‘liturgical organ’, ‘mini-digeridoo’, feedback tangles, and occasional oddly relaxing melodies meandering about amidst the thicker sonic sludge.
We can’t always guarantee these results – but under certain circumstances, at the right volume, if you play this at home, your rooms will fill with aromatic smoke, your walls will grow ropy green vines, and the sky outside will darken, swirling with alien colors, revealing hitherto unseen and confusingly arranged constellations of stars, dimly glowing through the mists… in your imagination at least, if not in reality… but what is reality? By the time you’re onto the 2nd disc here you might not be sure…
So… Paging Julian Cope, we’ve got your new favorite album right here! Heck, the druid-dude probably know about this already, if he knows ANYTHING about psychonautic fantasias. However, we haven’t read or heard much at all about this band anywhere, really, but if they keep it up we predict they’ll develop quite a cult following for themselves, this is the sort of spaced out, improv-damaged, heavier-than-thou ritual we know you all love, we do!!
At 40 years old, Aquarius is the oldest independent record store in San Francisco. We try to only carry music we love, and we’re always searching for more new, cool, weird and wonderful music. All of which we then share with you, our loyal customers.
Posted on Friday, February 14th, 2014
Lovingly pinched from The Obelisk: Moral superiority suits San Francisco metallers Slough Feg. Their sound, rooted in NWOBHM traditions and met with righteousness culled from Celtic folk, is neither that simple nor that limited. They reside in that same hallowed realm of underappreciation as Voivod, whose Killing Technology is lyrically […]
Posted on Thursday, February 13th, 2014
Praise for Anima Morte‘s The Nightmare Becomes Reality from San Francisco’s aQuarius Records: Anima Morte make their home in the frosty Swedish North, but you’d never know it from listening to ‘em. There’s no cavernous old school death metal here, and there sure ain’t no glistening electropop. Instead, Anima Morte […]
Posted on Wednesday, February 12th, 2014
Praise for Helms Alee‘s Sleepwalking Sailors from Seattle Weekly: In September of 2012, Helms Alee’s label at the time, HydraHead Records, announced that as of the following December it would cease to put out any new records. While still maintaining the label’s 20 years worth of back catalogue would be […]
Posted on Tuesday, February 11th, 2014
Lovingly pinched from The Sleeping Shaman: This may be an unusual way to begin, but don’t put the album on just yet. Look at that cover. Look at that artwork. Look harder. Look again and then again. Breathe it all in. Soak in that humidity. Taste that otherworldly atmosphere. Feel […]
Posted on Monday, February 10th, 2014
Praise for Ensemble Economique‘s Light That Comes, Light That Goes from San Francisco’s aQuarius Records: Drugs. Hallucinations. Isolation. Death. Some pretty classic / heavy-as-fuck metaphors run through the work of Brian Pyle, the mad genius of Manilla Beach up in Humboldt County, California. He’s been at it for a long time […]
Posted on Sunday, February 9th, 2014
Lovingly pinched from Ave Noctum: Waldgeflüster (‘Forest Whispers’ for non-fluent German speakers like myself who were worried about having their err… ‘waldges’ flustered), started out as being the solo black metal project of multi-instrumentalist Winterherz in 2005. This is his third full length album, featuring many guest appearances throughout from […]
Posted on Saturday, February 8th, 2014
Praise for Glorior Belli‘s Gators Rumble, Chaos Unfurls from San Francisco’s aQuarius Records: French black metallers Glorior Belli continue down the lefthand path, moving ever further away from the Deathspell style angular black buzz that defined their early sound toward something that sounds more, well, like Pantera maybe, or Down? […]
Posted on Friday, February 7th, 2014
Lovingly pinched from The Sleeping Shaman: It’s been a long time coming for Kingston-based black metal / doom band Bast, but this year finally marks the arrival of their long overdue debut album Spectres. Originally formed as a two-piece back in 2008, Bast have been a sporadic but always welcome […]
Posted on Thursday, February 6th, 2014
Praise for The Shine Brothers‘ Hello Griefbirds! from San Francisco’s aQuarius Records: Two new releases from UK psych / space label Cardinal Fuzz this week, and both are fairly dramatic departures from the label’s usual sound, which tends toward the drugged out, heart of the sun, Hawkwind worshipping mega space jammage […]