Showing posts with label live set. Show all posts
Showing posts with label live set. Show all posts

Monday, May 16, 2011

live: Troller & SURVIVE

Billy Drones


"It came from Austin" seems like an applicable phrase to describe the Alan Howarth-esque sensibilities of Adam Jones, a dominant force in the current Austin scene, who happens to play in a number of groups, including SURVIVE, Troller, Thousand Foot Whale Claw and probably a few more I'm unaware of. The whole "It came from..." element may feel reminiscent of B-movie trailers and posters from VHS rental spots, and that wouldn't be far off from the reality, except grounding the music of Troller & SURVIVE in nostalgia would be dually wrong and negligent of the primitive futurism beholden in the tunes. Melancholic darkness rides high, as does a preternatural sense of melody, often degraded into the mix, yet fully aware in headspace. I once played my Mom some SURVIVE in the car over holiday and she thought it was scary, but also liked the synth movements, which is weird, as I just expected the music to fly high over her head without any thought as to what she was actually hearing. But that wasn't the case, as the depth of the tunes is so apparent, it's hard to ignore. Such is the wonder in these two live sets recently posted to Swamp Donkey's SoundCloud. Massively cloudy, wholly erotic, and Mariana's deep. Also, stay tuned for a Thousand Foot Whale Claw tape on TCC very, very soon.

Troller by swamp donkey
SURVIVE by swamp donkey

Friday, December 10, 2010

live: James Ferraro 8/28/2010

Hater Talk Never Made Me Mad

Yesterday I made fun of Stereogum and a bunch of people got mad. (Who knew people were passionate about Stereogum?! Shocking.) Anyway, it got me thinking. About real shit. No Toro Y Moi side projects, no Salem remixes. No shitty pics from a Joanna Newsome concert. Just real, good music that you want to turn people on to. That is what this forum is all about, after all. With that in mind, cut the bullshit and relish in inter-dimensional live set by the enigmatic, un-pigeonholeable James Ferraro, a dude who would never let hater talk harsh his vibe. Maybe that's because he's an alien. Or, because he just doesn't give a fuck and is going to produce the sounds he hears in his head, regardless of what any PR interns or Vice writers think about it.

Happy wknd.

PS- Go pick up Ferraro's latest on OESB. You will not regret it. Unless, you shouted "judas" at Dylan when he went electric, in which case, you should stop listening to music all together.