Entries from February 2009

February 25, 2009

Antony & The Johnsons – Live @ Town Hall, February 20, 2009

Many years back I knew a gay Buddhist who lived in the East Village. He was the first person to play Antony & The Johnsons for me, and at the time I had no way to process it. I wasn’t familiar with the whole faux cabaret tradition, the post-Klaus Nomi camp theatrics and all that [...]

February 18, 2009

Dreadfully Obvious Classics #1 – I See A Darkness

I see that look upon your face. The one that says “Why not review a perfect snowflake? Why not review your first love?”
Because, Mr./Mrs./Ms. Smarty Pants, snowflakes melt and my first love was a painfully earnest exercise in learning how not to be a complete shit all of the time, and mostly failing at that.
Hence [...]

February 11, 2009

Tim Hecker – An Imaginary Country

While this hasn’t actually been released yet, the internet is full of things, such as these words:
I’ve never been up in Tim Hecker’s urethra before but this particular work is hot to death. Drone upon drone upon drone, but done in short bursts. An epic drone for people who had tried drones before but just [...]

February 4, 2009

Subway DJs Are Messing With My Cocoon

A small part of the problem is a design flaw – the stock earbuds that come with any player are going to be shitty. They never fit anyone’s ears properly, so there’s always going to be leakage.
The larger issue is that people desire a cocoon. It’s a bit like the bass car issue, but in [...]

February 2, 2009

Blut Aus Nord – The Work Which Transforms God

These French folk remind me a bit of Sleepytime Gorilla Museum, in that it is a weird thing filled with much bluster and shouting. Theatrics for the sake of something greater, I guess. I like SGM’s male vocals quite a bit, even if I only listen to “A Hymn to the Morning Star” on repeat.
But [...]

February 1, 2009

Now Up At White Heat

My first two reviews are now up over at White Heat – check out these words about The Threshold Houseboys Choir and a more formal offering on Fennesz’s Black Sea.
Also worth noting is the chronicle of curious disappointment in the latest offering of the oddly-named Kiss the Anus of Black Cat.