Monthly Archives: May 2018

Record of the week EXTRA: Jonas Reinhardt ‎– Conclave Surge ltd edition LP

I listen to a LOT of meditative minimalist electronic music – which is a good thing, as I’d be a bloody nightmare to be around if I spent my life surrounded by bouncy happy groovy music. This helps keep me relatively grounded, relatively chilled and relatively sane but sometimes I need an extra layer of frisson on top of my ice cream cone of minimalism – a great big chocolate flake of extra sounds to bounce me out of my daily trance.

I honestly don’t know where the fuck I was going with that metaphor but I’d like to think this fantastic Jonas Reinhardt album is a veritable 99 of ice creamy musical excitement (oh shit, I’m going off on that tangent again…). It has the beautiful electronic droney minimalism as its bedrock but chucks slabs of noise, loops and rhythms on top/underneath/by the side.

I love the fact that it continuously surprises me with the musical twists and turns, even though I’ve played it about 40 times and it seems to change as it moves along – like it’s evolving by the day. It is released on the always fantastic Deep Distance label, the older Brother to the equally great Polytechnic Youth label – and i’d recommend the shit out of pretty much EVERYTHING on those labels.

And now I want an ice cream. A Hockings ice cream in fact (local Devon ice cream), with a flake and a big dollop of clotted cream on top. More so than I want to write about music, that’s for sure – so I’m off now…

 

Record of the Week: Bark Psychosis: Black Meat Orig UK 2005 Ltd NEAR MINT 10″

Ah, Bark Psychosis – the band for which the term ‘Post Rock’ was invented and the band who introduced me to the art of silence in music.

I first discovered the majestic music on the B side of a Spacemen 3 flexi in the late ‘80s and, to be honest, I thought they were a bit shit – noise for noise sake and, as a huge fan of Swans, they sounded like pretenders to the noise throne.

It was the 4th single that blew my tiny mind though. ‘Scum’ was a 21-minute-long track where very little happens for a very long time, and where the acoustics of the crypt (where it was recorded) are as important as the sparse instrumentation. It remains, to this day, one of my all-time favourite pieces of music.

I saw them live only once, just after their sublime debut album (‘Hex’) and it was on the sad day that Labour’s John Smith died (I remember distinctly that that they introduced ‘Blue’ as ‘Blues for John Smith’). They played by the light of a Super-8 projector and made a huge noise that sounded nothing like the LP they were promoting. They were outstanding.

This record was released 11 years after the aforementioned gig, when the band were mostly a solo project of Graham Sutton, but still displays how utterly inventive they/he was – trumpets and jazz drumming and half-heard vocals. Limited to 500 copies, and I’ve got 3 of ‘em…

 

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Record of The Week: Blondie: AutoAmerican 1980 NM JAPANESE LP + OBI/INSERT/POSTER/STICKER

 

Debbie Harry was my first crush (as she was of most boys in the late ’70s) and, looking at this album – and especially the poster enclosed, has brought back all those fantastic boyhood memories. My Brother had a poster of her on our bedroom but I like to think that I ‘enjoyed’ it more…

40 years after those first forays into, ahem, ‘romance’ Debbie Harry still holds a very special place in my heart – I still hold out a little bit of hope that the Debbie Harry of the ‘Heart of Glass’ video will come over, throw me over her shoulder and drag me away to her pad…

I’ve had less achievable dreams to be honest, although not many…

Oh yeah – this is a lovely copy of a Japanese pressing with all the innards enclosed and so I should really talk more about that but, to be honest, memories of her are much sweeter than pontificating about the superior sound quality or the original unused sticker or the obi strip or the foldout lyric sheet.

…or the poster

 

…that I may end up keeping for myself.