Bishop | 2013 | Trilogía

Lo-fi Electronica | Ambient
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In October 2013, Bishop's untitled trilogy –consisting of albums Dock Sud, La Era del Gran Ordenador and ROM– confirmed once again that the Argentine's music has no equal.
Each one with a unique spirit, the records that constitute this colossal work are fueled by honest humanity and a sound that is both simple and profound, and which in its minimalism manages to create emotive, captivating and purifying atmospheres. In sum, this trilogy is a true cathartic process, beginning with Dock Sud, which has somewhat more crude and nervous nuances, then through the dreamier and more delicate La Era del Gran Ordenador, and finishing with ROM, of a more intense and liberating sound, constituting the big treasure within a trilogy that has no low points, thus closing on a high note one of the key albums from 2013 and, in general, an essential piece in the collection of any lover of soulful music. —IMF

Don Cherry | 1975 | Don Cherry

Spiritual | Avant-garde Jazz | Fusion
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Don Cherry (trumpet, electric piano and vocals), Frank Lowe (saxophone), Ricky Cherry (piano and electric piano), Charlie Haden (bass), Billy Higgins (drums), Bunchie Fox (bongos on "Brown Rice"), Verna Gillis (vocals on "Brown Rice"), Moki Cherry (tanpura on "Malkauns") and Hakim Jami (bass on "Chenrezig")
Don Cherry's self-titled album (also known as Brown Rice on later reissues) is one of the pinnacles of his career, even when his works with Ornette Coleman are taken into account. With only four songs, it constitutes a true journey, one of Don's masterpieces.
"Brown Rice", the album opener, is psychedelic, catchy, hypnotic; it sounds almost like psych-folk/drone from the past decade. The bass fuzz is brilliant, and Don's cryptic vocals and Verna Gillis's incessant oniric chant submerge you into an unparalleled trance, to which Billy Higgins and Bunchie Fox's percussions (Higgins was a close friend of Cherry and his bandmate in The Ornette Coleman Quartet) certainly contribute.
In contrast to the dancing voluptuosity of "Brown Rice", the second track of the album, "Malkauns", shows greater timidity right off the bat. Charlie Haden's (another legendary musician, who was part of Coleman's classic quartet too) bass intro, acompannied by Moki Cherry's (Don's wife) tanpura, helps establish an introspective, melancholic and somewhat bleak atmosphere, on the top of which Don weaves a trumpet improsation that confirms the song's rather sad tone, but with a cheerful, cathartic, liberating melancholy. Per Higgins's drums, the atmosphere progressively transmits more confidence, more safeness; the feeling that life is sad sometimes, but things will be alright. Beautiful song.
For its part, "Chenrezig" deepens more directly into the Eastern influences of Cherry's music. Don's vocals virtually turn into throat singing, building a cryptic environment which opens up slowly. Later on, a more traditional jazz element comes into play, with a brilliant, subtle and dissonant piano comping by Ricky Cherry. And at the end, the explosion, chaos, liberation, with Don Cherry improvising frantically and noisily in the trumpet.
Lastly, "Degi-Degi" is almost an afrobeat piece, albeit with no predominant percussions. Ricky Cherry's electric piano garnishes the trance with a comping that owes a lot to Indian music and over which Don narrates an unintelligible script in a cryptic tone, while Frank Lowe energetically improvises in the tenor sax and, with his characteristic wit, Charlie Haden entwines an hypnotic bass melody.
Thus, in a nutshell, Don Cherry is an absolutely brilliant, dynamic and vital album. —IMF

Column: What is avant-garde? – Part 1: First world

In general terms, avant-garde is a word used in the arts and politics to refer to innovation, experimentation or revolutionary change. In the less idealistic cases –in which a "re-foundation" is not at stake–, it constitutes a quest which is undertaken in a permanent cycle of construction/deconstruction, as is the case, for exampe, in dadaism or situationism. So, in such terms, how can the avant-garde be thought of in music today?

When we hear the term avant-garde used as an adjective for some piece or song, the first thing that comes to mind is some distraught, dissonant, noisy, disjointed sound that is probably produced through methods alien to those used in what is normally understood as music. But primarily, one expects something new, a sonic, semanthic and existential alternative to the status quo, to the current binary conventions regarding what is good or bad, beautiful or ugly, true or false, etc. But newness is not enough to understand what the avant-garde is. For example, noise music was discovered decades earlier than boy bands, which does not imply that the New Kids on the Block are more avant-garde than Luigi Russolo. The avant-garde is not mere novelty, but rather newness tinged with disruptiveness. It is an aesthetic-political attitude against normalisation, and thus, it implies rebellion and transgression, disobedience and dissent, an interruption of de facto stiffening and openness to every possibility. A critical path, an emancipation of chaos. Music without a past, but also without a future: music free from the museological device of spectacularised history.

I will now suggest a short list with some of the avant-garde milestones that, in accordance with the above, are not such due to their novelty, but especially due to their level of transgression and liberation from rules and injunctions:

John Cage and chance music: This noted US-American composer introduced the possibility of chance, of the uncontrollable, and especially, of the liberation from the traditional method of making chamber music. In the face of Schoenberg's contempt –Schoenberg was his professor and considered that he did not have a melodic ear–, Cage answered that if this was a wall which would keep him from making music, he would beat his head against that wall and make music in such way. Well, especially in his early years, Cage defied the injunctions of chamber music and managed to reformulate music as an open possibility, in which every sound is welcome.

Free jazz: When Charles Mingus started to open the tonal spectrum of jazz, not only was he reaching a new sound, but to some extent, that transgression also symbolised the liberation, the rebellion of Afro-Americans against white dominance. In this sense, the introduction of influences stemming from contemporary classical music to the Afro-American tradition was not the only innovation here, but also the need to express unhinged feelings that would produce the necessary turmoil to dismantle the racist dominance that persisted in the US in those days.

The Velvet Underground and US-American minimalism: Another flank emerged in the US, the very cradle of market industrialisation and of dominance power through sensationalist spectacle: minimalism, which had its more popular by-product in its fusion with rock & roll as undertaken by the iconic The Velvet Underground. La Monte Young, Terry Riley, John Cale, Steve Reich, among others lesser known, created music radically opposed to the magnificence of the entertainment business, resorting to extreme naturalness, to meditation, to humility and to distancing itself from any need to feed the ego. Music thus returned to its ancestral ritual meaning; the West rebelled against itself by looking at Eastern naturalness and rediscovering it in a semi-formal language, or in case of The Velvet Underground, ritualising rock & roll.

Amon Düül II
Krautrock: The post-war era brought about cultural tension, a need to outweigh totalitarianism, the murderous idealism of European fascism. Thus, so-called krautrock emerged as reaction. It basically consisted in an eclectic wave of bands and musicians that brought a sound that was not only innovative, but also free, chaotic, anarchist and deeply psychedelic, generating a new sonic language in which spontaneity embraced uncomitted expression; a language in which, as in free jazz, music meant liberation, a need for chaos and nihilism. Although there are some exceptions, such as Popol Vuh, European non-commercial music, and especially that from early-70s Germany, was always on a quest for moments of sonic deformation, a systemic deformation that "healed" Europe from the idealistic formalism that fascism had imposed years earlier.

Rock in Opposition: Progressive divergence that took the most essential parts of King Crimson's sound and fused it with the dissonance of classical music and jazz, achieving a unique sound in which the lyrical dimension was often politically charged, or in other cases, marginal delusions that redimension the listener's existence. The interesting thing here is that technical mastery are put in the service of shapeless chaos, of a demanding and heavy density.

Industrial music: At this stage, chaos and sonic noise were already experiencing a need for reformulation. Hence the emergence of industrial music, which takes The Velvet Underground's rancid lyricism and fuses it with the sonic extremism of European peripheries (early Kraftwerk or Kluster), thus giving rise to a new language that feeds on the liberty of opening up in the face of the ugly, which had originated in another relatively disruptive genre, known as punk. Let me here paraphrase a remark made by Cosey Fanni Tutti in those years: «TG is not punk, because punk has a determinate form, and industrial music does not». Sadly, industrial music's undefinable spirit got "uniformed" as much as punk's.

Swans
In early and mid 80s, an amorphous creative niche that I find quite interesting and underrated (perhaps precisely due to its deformity) popped in. Two "post" emerged here: post-punk and post-industrial, which somehow constitute a post-avant-garde.

Why do I consider this branches to be particularly interesting? Because, to some extent, the prefix "post" means "where it comes from", but not "where it goes to", and when it is used as a prefix for two transgressive genres per se (punk and industrial), "post" means a transgression of the transgression, deserting us in the midst of a semanthic limbo that left journalists and musicologists speechless, thus resorting to a meaningless use of "post". For the same reason, instead of summing up the "genre", I chose some bands that especially reflect the iconoclast spirit of these non-movements (I will also include so-called no wave bands).

Post-punk:
Joy Division: Undoubtedly, this band had no precedent and fed more on an expressive urgency than on a thirst for mere innovation. Angst and existential rudeness stemmed from the libraries and the intelectual rooms to get covered in the dirt of the streets of a decadent and depressive England, where the absence of a future intensified the present and youthfulness shone up to the point of being unsustainable. Joy Division lied between punk wildness and existential reflection; a contradictory and tormented duality.

Chrome: The delusional surrealism submerges itself into the subsoil of a rotten society and feeds on psychedelic hallucinations, on collage, on distorsion, on frantic rhythms and on the ability to succumb with dignity to the monstruosity of a city thirsty for freedom. Chrome turned techno-market domination into a psychedelic party. It could be said that they are to music what William S. Burroughs is to literature.

Swans: Just as the asthetic boundaries of punk were being transgressed in England, an even crazier reaction emerged in New York, where non-trendiness and non-labelling were praised. In this scene, blurry and chaotic, in which guitars began to roar as never before, Swans emerged; a band that particularly embodies this spirit of rebellion which even rebels against itself. From the crushing brutality of their first records (it is worth mentioning that its main member, Michael Gira, came from jail), and becoming (in)famous through torture-gigs due to their volume and aggresivity levels, they react to their own extremism mutating into the exact opposite: semi-reflective acoustic sound. Swans have currently returned, polishing the edges of their whole career, which has also translated into clear commercial success.

Glenn Branca: Crucial musician who achieves the impossible: to fuse classical formality with punk wildness. Hailing from the no wave scene (Theoretical Girls) and mentor for key bands such as Sonic Youth, this musician is the pinnacle of the anti-composer (John Zorn, with another character, might also be it). Formality is uncomfortable with itself here, and with a wild conjunction of influences, he generates this unheard-of hybrid, where minimalism intersects with noise and dissonance, but especially with post-punk's pulse, reaching, in my opinion, the most credible fusion of classical and rock.
Post-industrial:
Nurse With Wound: Steven Stapleton sometime said –let me paraphrase–: «I'm happy with my music work, simply because I achieved my own language». Well, rather than post-this or post-that, NWW is sonic surrealism taken to its most delirious and unclassifiable expression. Not only is dissonant or noisy "tradition" reformulated here, but it is also "mixed", freely and provocatively, with pop elements, like a real delusion, with no intelectual motives, but simply with a twisted spirit; an anarchic and iconoclast heart that remains unruled. NWW is the first band that is able to mix easy listening with un-easy listening with such mastery that in the end, it is all about the simple becoming of an impulse that does not answer to anyone.

The Legendary Pink Dots: In the mid 80s, Edward Ka-Spel answered to the question of whether he felt as a member of any specific scene pointing out that LPD's friend bands –Current 93, Coil, NWW– did not have anything in common, besides the fact that each one of them had achieved its own sound, gathered by weirdness, but distinguishable among them. Well, if there is one band impossible to classify, that is The Legendary Pink Dots, especially considering that it is one of the most prolific bands that I know. This inexhaustible creative work is reigned by some kind of base concept, which is the only element at hand to sketch something from the sonic avalanche that the Anglo-Dutch band's discography constitutes –I paraphrase–: «The concept of the terminal kaleidoscope consists in viewing the universe as a drowning man, who sees all the emotions and colours experienced throughout his life flashing before his eyes... Sing while you may...» («Sing while you may» is the motto read in most of the band's releases).
Also in those years we find another interesting transgression. This time, it is not only the total annulment of tone and harmony, but in addition, this is put in the service of the stimulation of a brutal derangement: power electronics and harsh noise:

Whitehouse: Stemming from industrial and the movements that preceded them, Whitehouse took noise and chaos to unheard-of levels of rawness and aggresivity, reaching a sonic parallel to the Marquis of Sade, self-styled as power electronics. This is sound understood not only as a ritual which invokes pain and aggresivity, but also as a vehicle for amoral expression, where the imagery is introduced into the most intolerable and sick. Somehow, Whitehouse express the inexpressible and submerge their audience into a subworld of forbidden emotions, that in the context of a gig or listening to a record, can be felt with no criminal consequences.

Merzbow: Merzbow (relatively) prescinds from Whitehouse's lyrical extremism, but deepens into sonic torture, into the distorted catharsis, taking what Whitehouse had discovered to an even harder, even more indigestible, even more demanding level, but which has been feeding thousands of twisted ones that enjoy the unpleasant and relax with brutal derangement for decades.

Drone: Although it derives from the North American minimalism, drone has its own character, which answers to sensacionalist excess of musical spectacularisation in a similar way. Revitalising naturalness, drone is different from minimalism to the extent in which it is closer to rock. Somehow, it is halfway between La Monte Young and The Velvet Underground. The band that shaped this sound also emerged in mid 80s: Maeror Tri, which later became Troum. Drone metal appears with Earth in the 90s, gaining much popularity lately.

Nowadays, there are still bands and labels that generate unclassifiable stuff, so I suggest researching the eclectic catalogs of the following labels:
I know I left many "genres" aside, as well as millions of bands or solo acts, but what I aim for is not to elaborate a comprehensive compendium, but rather a debatable formulation regarding the disruptive becoming of unquiet musicians that revolutionise the revolutions. —Unattributed

Electric Wizard | 2014 | Time to Die

Psychedelic | Stoner | Doom Metal
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Jus Oborn (vocals, guitar, bass), Liz Buckingham (guitar) and Mark Greening (drums, organ)
For Electric Wizard, Time to Die meant not only the (short-lived) comeback of Mark Greening to the band's lineup, but also the return to their more heavy sound. In this sense, one must remember that Witchcult Today and Black Masses had reflected a sonic drift in which the group's psychedelic stoner/doom, virtually a trademark of their own, was softened in favour of a more vintage, retro sound. Time to Die thus presents the inrush of renewed misanthropy tinged with psychedelic and hypnotic densities, pretty much in line with the path that the band from Dorset had been pursuing until 2004's We Live.
Nonetheless, in contrast to their previous works in this vein, Time to Die is a less digestible record and it requires many listens in order to reveal its richness, which has a lot to do, undoubtedly, with its manifest depressive character. Indeed, if in records such as Dopethrone Electric Wizard's narcotic misanthropy translated into a destructive fervour (see, for example, the lyrics for "Funeralopolis" or "We Hate You"), here it manifests itself in self-destructive impulses ("I wanna get high before I die, I wanna die...", Jus Oborn sings in "Incense for the Dead", or "I am nothing, I mean nothing", in "I am nothing") that demand the listener to be in a specific mood in order to really dig the album.
That being said, this is a powerful record whose sound and composing efforts are the reflection of a much needed process of renewing the band's energy, inasmuch as their last studio works –especially the Legalise Drugs & Murder EP, from 2012– showed a serious exhaustion of Electric Wizard's formula. And quite possibly a good portion of that new energy came from chaos: the departure of Glenn Charman and Simon Poole and Mark Greening's turbulent return. The corrosive forces of conflict within the band's core –Greening would leave short after the release of Time to Die– fed the scratchy creative process behind this album, for sure, and gave it a radiance that hadn't showed up in Electric Wizard for almost a decade. And now, we'll just have to wait to see what the future will bring to "the heaviest band in the universe". —IMF

Live: Un Festín Sagital | Galería Callejera | 4.12.2016

This Sunday, Un Festín Sagital was featured in a new session of the great gigs organized by the Galería Callejera ("Street Gallery"), which not long ago had seen a performance by Thanatoloop, Michel Leroy's (Festín Sagital's frontman) solo act. Due to the geographic dispersal of the band (Leroy lives in La Serena, in Northern Chile, while percussionist Gonzalo Díaz and bassist Horacio Ferro live in Santiago, in the mid part of the country), Un Festín Sagital's live performances have been scant lately, so occasions like this are a must-go, particularly when the format is also especial, as in the case of the Galería Callejera.
Despite the above, what really gathered the curiosity before the event was, perhaps, the addition of thereminist Lucina Paz (Colectivo NO, Gatas Come Moscas) and saxophonist Julio Cortés (Fracaso, ojO, Pétalo Bisturí) to the band's usual lineup. At this stage, the core formed by Leroy, Díaz and Ferro has completely solidified (Ferro is the band's most recent member, and he entered in 2013), so the language that the band has developed throughout the last three years as regards improvisation can seem impermeable to any external element. And yet, both guests were up to the challenge.
The setlist featured only two songs, each one of which extended for nearly half an hour. They opened with "Bajo un Sol Inclemente" (part of the album Kosmodynamos). As always, this piece began with forbearing peacefulness, patiently weaving the overcast that gradually announces that a storm will take place. Early on, Lucina Paz's theremin dispelled any doubt regarding her inclusion in UFS's formula, flawlessly fitting into it by contributing with subtlety to the perfect equation whose intensity grows at a steady pace, unnoticeably, up to the point in which the foretold storm is unleashed. And then, the liberation, the chaos, the cathartic noise with no limits. In that moment, Cortés strikes without hesitation with a frantic improvisation in the sax, in perfect tuning with the band's spirit and once again confirming the idea of how well chosen these guests were.
The second half of the show consisted of "Asesino del Sol" (from Las Bestias Solares). With a more dissonant character, this song repeats the formula of its predecessor, with a subtle progression from a state of rest towards absolute unruliness, towards the dissolution into a noisy and monumental improvisational chaos. This time, the improvisation shows greater progression –as if we had been live witnesses of a band that begins to mutate into a quintet– and becomes a repetitive and deafening mantra, which then resumes its early calmness and suddently leaves us thunderstruck in the face of silence.
In this way, with only two pieces, Un Festín Sagital achieved a thorough, monolithic and hypnotic presentation; another item to be added into the band's impeccable record. Both guests managed to read perfectly the main trio's language and contributed artfully to the powerful cathartic exercise that Un Festín Sagital seem to always undertake. On the other hand, in addition to these inputs and the well-chosen setlist, the context is also worth of mention, no doubt. As regards this subject, it is a merit that must be granted to Galería Callejera and the valuable concept that it represents, because instead of making this music a niche, here it was all about public and open space, which makes it possible for people to be exposed to other forms of art, something that is always very valuable. —IMF

Damien Youth | 1997 | Bride of the Asylum

Folk | Singer-songwriter
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The case of Damien Youth is curious. With a career of over three decades and a large discography as an indelible registry of the way traveled, the scant information on the musician and the lack of diffusion of his work are hard to believe, particularly after one has weighted his material.
Bride of the Asylum is not only one of the true forgotten gems that can be found within his more than twenty albums, but also a criminally underrated landmark in the spectrum of subterranean music, from which Damien Youth certainly comes from. This is a record of a-temporal, a-historical folk, suspended in time; an album that has a universal character that is based, perhaps, on the simplicity of its sound, forasmuch as a good part of Bride of the Asylum relies on the most primary creative formula: a man and his guitar. And even when that format appears decorated –always with subtlety– by relying on different arrangements, Damien Youth's music never losts that trascendence.
On the other hand, whereas musically it is posible to trace some far references, such as Leonard Cohen, Nick Drake –in its most delicate moments– or even Syd Barrett –when it adopts a psychedelic character–, its the lyrical quality of Damien Youth's compositions what earns him a distinction, which involves the lyrics per se, his vocal performance and the amazing melodic lines that he weaves in each of the tracks of the album. There are no songs in Bride of the Asylum that don't stand out in this matter.
The genius of Bride of the Asylum glows by virtue of the pure honesty and genuine passion that Damien Youth puts in every second of this album. It is there, really, where the seed of a work as remarkable as this lies. —IMF

Brian Eno | 1985 | Thursday Afternoon

Ambient | Minimalism
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What can be said about Thursday Afternoon is not very different from what one might comment on Brian Eno's other ambient records. Somehow, it is an album that lies between the more structured ambient of Ambient 1: Music for Airports and the more deconstructive and exploratory approach that Eno adopted in Lux. In that sense, Neroli might be a good close reference, albeit Thursday Afternoon resorts to much calmer and pacific atmosphere than the tension that reigns in Neroli.
Consisting of a single, eponymous track of just over one hour, the sound of Thursday Afternoon is both relaxing and dreamy, and has a delicacy of unparalleled beauty in its fragility. Each sonic brushstroke is simple and even timid, but always conscientious; each brushstroke contributes to the development of colourful, yet never sparkling soundscapes, but subtle and nebulous ones. In sum, Thursday Afternoon is one of the hidden gems in Eno's vast catalog, a record whose relegation within his discography would seem baffling to anyone who undertakes the beautiful instrospective journey which is found here. —IMF