Saturday, March 20, 2004
No-Fun Fest Day 2 - North Six
Round-up of the 2nd day of the No Fun Fest
The Absolute Shittiest Fucking Horrible Part of this night was when folks started getting frisky when Hair Police were playing, some guy threw an elbow, and knocked my glasses to the floor, whereupon they were well stompted. Shit's going to put me back like $250.
Anyways excepting that, it was a good night. My friends and I got there kinda late, missing nmperign vs. due process. When interrogated, Lescalleet admitted that he couldn't tell what was going on. Which, I think was part of the point. He said that RRRon was playing samples of Jason, and Jason was taping Greg and Bhob, the point being to make the music without dynamics, entirely a "plateau", in his words.
Licht & co. did an extended version of a Stooges cover, which would have been cool if I knew the song. I didn't, so the set didn't do much for me.
I couldn't get into Hair Police, because I was too busy cursing God.
Gert-Jan Prins was better than when I saw him in duo with Cor Fuhler, lots of dynamics, rhythms, pretty linear. I get the feeling it wasn't quite as loud as he would have liked it, but isn't that usually the case? Strong work anyways. I left near what I thought would be the end to see Dead Machines, who were really good. Very rock and roll, sort of, the horn playing reminded me of the intro track to Throbbing Gristle's "Heathen Earth", and the hard pulsing reminded me a lot of TG. It was intense and fun and good.
Aaron Dilloway was the total winner of the night, playing what is the best music I've seen in a good while. I'm amazed that he can keep such control on what could be a pretty volatile setup, what seems to me to be two reel to reels feeding back into each other with vocal input and probably some processing somewhere in there. It was really amazing, almost religious/cultlike, with Dilloway as channeler of some weird Cthulu figure that manifested itself in the slowly moshing/dancing/churning crowd. And what's amazing is that as the music changed, the crowd's movement changed, and as the crowd's movement changed, the music changed, so it was this kinda organic push-pull thing. Hella noisy and dense, but nuanced and texturally varied too. Chris, Bridget and I were standing on the chairs in the back, looking over this thing. It was really a memorable experience, and beautiful in a sorta primal and Dionysian way.
The Absolute Shittiest Fucking Horrible Part of this night was when folks started getting frisky when Hair Police were playing, some guy threw an elbow, and knocked my glasses to the floor, whereupon they were well stompted. Shit's going to put me back like $250.
Anyways excepting that, it was a good night. My friends and I got there kinda late, missing nmperign vs. due process. When interrogated, Lescalleet admitted that he couldn't tell what was going on. Which, I think was part of the point. He said that RRRon was playing samples of Jason, and Jason was taping Greg and Bhob, the point being to make the music without dynamics, entirely a "plateau", in his words.
Licht & co. did an extended version of a Stooges cover, which would have been cool if I knew the song. I didn't, so the set didn't do much for me.
I couldn't get into Hair Police, because I was too busy cursing God.
Gert-Jan Prins was better than when I saw him in duo with Cor Fuhler, lots of dynamics, rhythms, pretty linear. I get the feeling it wasn't quite as loud as he would have liked it, but isn't that usually the case? Strong work anyways. I left near what I thought would be the end to see Dead Machines, who were really good. Very rock and roll, sort of, the horn playing reminded me of the intro track to Throbbing Gristle's "Heathen Earth", and the hard pulsing reminded me a lot of TG. It was intense and fun and good.
Aaron Dilloway was the total winner of the night, playing what is the best music I've seen in a good while. I'm amazed that he can keep such control on what could be a pretty volatile setup, what seems to me to be two reel to reels feeding back into each other with vocal input and probably some processing somewhere in there. It was really amazing, almost religious/cultlike, with Dilloway as channeler of some weird Cthulu figure that manifested itself in the slowly moshing/dancing/churning crowd. And what's amazing is that as the music changed, the crowd's movement changed, and as the crowd's movement changed, the music changed, so it was this kinda organic push-pull thing. Hella noisy and dense, but nuanced and texturally varied too. Chris, Bridget and I were standing on the chairs in the back, looking over this thing. It was really a memorable experience, and beautiful in a sorta primal and Dionysian way.
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
BOAT PEOPLE HATE FUCK
vortex shit
