Tuesday, November 4, 2014
The Perfect Man
released by Bezoar Formations
The Perfect Man (trailer) from Rick Weaver on Vimeo.
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Friday, July 18, 2014
Form A Log
For The Record LP
"We reside on a planet, in a time, where it feels as though nearly every avenue, artistically, has been explored. But every now and again, and artist or group of artists comes along and shakes things up, breaks in new ground, and allows a different view of the art at hand.
Form A Log‘s members’ (Ren Schofield, Noah Anthony, and Rick Weaver) projects, such as God Willing, Container, Profligate, The New Flesh, and Dinner Music have been highly revered over the years for their ability to stand out from the crowd. Form A Log is no exception, and takes the member’s abilities to carve their own niche to the next level.
Form A Log doesn’t come across like they’re developing a certain brand, instead they make moves more akin to forefathers Captain Beefheart, Butthole Surfers, or even Kraftwerk; fearlessly making imaginative music that soars above classification. Form A Log‘s debut album for Bathetic isn’t something that can be casually explained, it’s more for the listener to delve into and explore in their own headspace.
What you have here is an exceptional record that plays by its own rules. Bending weirdo folk jangle into electronic aplomb, gritty dirt-scapes drift below the surface while the incantations of outworld-dwellers bounce in and out of the shadows. While it’s a truly strange record, it is not impenetrable or too obscure to get behind. At times there’s visions of basement dance parties, everyone lives, everyone loves, everyone loses their minds. Other times we’re taken to backseat car rides, exploring zones we might not be our safest in.
It’s an adventure of an album, and based on cred alone, one that everyone should at least be tempted to touch, however, once you’ve dug in and it grips your noggin, you’ll be surprised where you may end up." -Bathetic
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Feast of the Epiphany
Reissue b/w unreleased material.
Indivinity II is an early full-length extract from Nick Podgurski’s (New Firmament, Feast of the Epiphany) flawless solo output. It backtracks and builds upon 80s’ production habits when gated reverb was newborn. Cultivating and fogging his sources with inorganic effects, Podgurski creates a live pumping heart. Expressive nerve-foliage of polyrhythm-units and percussion are mixed with vertiginous balance. Buried ambiance, melodies, and vocals are perfectly situated in the trance. Focus shifts from facet to facet in the emulsion of mixes, dense with overdubs and cross-pollinating rhythms. The tracks are akin to sculpture, complete stereophonic pictures fully arrive, their lush topography moving from lucidity to blur, ears scanning and darting like eyes from sound to sound. The sum is complex, comely, and expressive.
c54 - professionally duplicated - limited to 100 copies.
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Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Reincarnating lost limbs of (D)(B)(H) in the sextet shuffle where improvised mobility and collaborative crossroads wag, wink, and squint a come-hither. The air in Russian Recording Studio, July 20tth, 2012, is occupied by the deliberate exhalations of cymbals, saxophones, box fan, trumpet, prepared cassette, harmonica, piano, percussion, plastic balls, and other objects, electric and acoustic. They are made useful in the hands, at the feet, and between the lips of Justin Rhody, Marty Belcher, Daniel Wick, John McCormick, Joe Stone, and Chris Rall. No instrument is matched with a fellow, leading one to speculate the phantom unit winding through the jungle gym without personal property rights, stitching the stream of subconscious, in the studio forest, not without manners or sense of historical timing, picking opportune moments to swap 88 keys for a ping-pong ball, an eruption of rhythm and tone for call and response tempo modulation, an alluring melody for a scuff. The greatest moments of impact are filled with dead air, where my self is drawn into a soft painting of a fatigued horizon where the Sun rises too soon for recovery, nearly clean cobblestone moss, a pinch of unearthliness…only to be startled by minor scuffles between brass and cassette. A real "dreamer" of a session.
Cover photograph by Vinnie Smith. Professionally duplicated 58 minute cassette. Limited to 100 copies.
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