Lullabies for the Deranged
Hey, dude. So here's my mix tape that's been 12 months in the making. Sorry it's taken a while, but reality often moves at the same molten pace as a couple of the bands culled here. While the new folksters get accolades for their freaky psychedelic tendencies, there're plenty of heavy rockers that will also make you see stars of the hallucinogenic variety (and, more important, who'd also blow out the speakers on open mic night). Whether they're using metronomes that move in molasses or adding mandolins to elevate metal into the realm of something mystical, these Hessian punks and acid-fried psych-heads keep the outside world on delay. It's a cozy headspace these shamanistic acts get into, one that I'd suggest entering often.
Crime in Choir, Trumpery Metier (Gold Standard Labs): Prog rock is like that really geeky kid in class who's steadily and stealthily been kicking it with the bad-asses. You can have your chip off the ol' AC/DC block this San Francisco instrumental outfit would rather play around with a Rhodes piano and saxophones, landscaping albums in rich science-fiction freak-outs. A couple of Crime's members did time in At the Drive In, and as with their post-ATDI pals Mars Volta, there's no limit to the musical imagination on display here. Check your head to CiC's third full-length, last year's triumphant Trumpery Metier. Can you really do better than a title like "Land of the Sherry Wine and Spanish Horses"?
Comets on Fire, Avatar (Sub Pop): You know when a band just nails it? Then you know Comets' Avatar. The Bay Area's revered acid rockers feed back against what they've done before on this disc, taking a rag to the dirge dusting Ethan Miller's vocals so his grainy refrains scoot closer to your eardrums. Few acts can pull off such dynamite dynamics this thoughtfully thorny guitar hallelujahs and Echoplex excesses perch against melodies that float like feathers after the chicken coop's been destroyed.
Sic Alps, Pleasures and Treasures (Animal Disguise): This S.F. duo takes me back to listening to my parents' muffled discussions through the vents between our bedrooms. On disc, Sic Alps' vocals come at a slight remove, hovering half a dimension away from the rest of the recording. In their disembodied stage, the lyrics are haunting, ghostly moans on some tracks, drawling Royal Trux teasers on others. But on Pleasures and Treasures, everything from the human voice to a six-stringed instrument is a house of mirrors, distorting reality. Guitars buzz like assembly-line machinery or bloat into heavy sacks of feedback. And wait, was that a kazoo or just white noise run amok? Who miked the belabored breathing to make it sound like the view from the other side of a nitrous balloon? How can songs this creepy also sound sweet as lullabies (albeit for the mentally unstable)?
Psychic Paramount, Origins and Primitives Vol. 1 + 2 (No Quarter): Broken-carburetor bass lines. Bricks-in-a-spin-cycle beats. Psychic Paramount was a giant hit of acid-noise post-rock claustrophobia on itsdebut Gamelan Into the Mink Supernatural. But what followed is a subtle calming of the New York power-trio tempest. Origins and Primitives Vol. 1 + 2 complements its predecessor's fierce gales with a focus on minimal repetition, tribal rhythms, and electro-acoustic experimentation. This is a more delicate smother, slowly draining resistance to float toward the Psychic abyss.
Sunn 0))) (Any live show): I'll admit I don't throw on the old Sunn 0))) disc when I'm heading out for a jog, or to pick up the pace at a house party (although I have found it pleasurably soundtracks a subway ride at rush hour). But still the group makes it into my '06 mix for the sheer physicality of its live performances. From the stage, these black-robed metal druids penetrate places earplugs cannot protect. The foggy bog drones deliver this power-ambient act to areas of your body you'd never otherwise know responded to music. Nerve endings in your mouth feel pinched, the back left corner of your skull gets violated, and that dormant kink in your joint is tickled as a phlegmy gurgle approximating vocals oozes out of this enjoyably punishing brew.
Danava, Danava (Kemado Records): Kemado Records' metal acts sure get the purists' boxer briefs in a bunch, don't they? Whaddaya want, anyway, more clean-cut slop that fits easily into ye olde Metallica/Judas Priest paradigm? I'm telling you, purity is as overrated as a $200 vintage Iron Maiden tee shirt. Let's embrace artists who get creative with the rock concoctions. This act from Portland takes its apprenticeship from Alice Cooper's theatrics, raids the Black Sabbath stash, and unleashes the eyeliner-occult on its self-titled opening salvo to the world. The first track on Danava, "By the Mark," spirals you through time, space, and the outer reaches of the glam/prog/metal spectrum.
Mammatus, Mammatus (Holy Mountain): A 22-minute rock song ain't gonna rocket you to the top of alternative radio. Then again, Mammatus exists in a stratosphere so far from the FM dial that you'd need satellite photos to read the numbers. Not every song on the Corralitos, California, group's four-song debut clocks in at the length of your average nightly news broadcast, but these guys named themselves after some heavy clouds for good reason. Your usual stoner metal influences show up in bong-bellied obesity on Mammatus early Ozzy and Lemmy setting the course for extended head-banging hypnotism but this trip takes a couple detours with Middle Eastern-ish freak-outs and subliminal drones.
Various Artists, Invaders (Kemado Records): Thiscomp is a sweet collection of sonic concrete from all across the country. The final cut includes picks from other bands on this list (Comets on Fire, Danava), some squirrelly psychedelia from Dungen, Big Business' Harley-rumbling bass 'n' drums assault, and slightly more straightforward fare from Bay Area metal mavens High on Fire and Saviours. Bonus: not one but two references to black magic J. Mascis' Witch, and Sweden's Witchcraft.
Citay, Citay (Important Records): This S.F. act is perhaps the gentlest of the bunch, its percussion a mix of bongos and bigger beats; its intertwined, grandiose guitars bringing out trickles of Thin Lizzy; and its enchanted Zeppelin vibe setting the group's eponymous debut on fire. The mostly instrumental songs are heavily contemplative and full of mandolins Citay forges trails through a brave new world of music that can only be called "chamber metal." A quiet storm brews elegantly here, although the overall feeling is still very paganistic.
Boris, Pink (Southern Lord): For an album with a title on the lighter end of the color chart, Pink is cement gray from start to finish. This Japanese power trio makes an atomic amount of noise, and the closest it comes to a chorus is still subterranean sludge by most standards. Press "play" and you're instantly inside a voluminous dustbowl, howling Stooges-fueled vocals resonating from within all that distortion. Then, just like that, the clutter clears for one bright moment, and two minutes of serene space-rock float by before the next anvil-to-the-ol'-skull drops from the Boris heavens.
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