Mostrando entradas con la etiqueta The Dead C. Mostrar todas las entradas
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miércoles, 28 de marzo de 2018

The Dead C - The Live Dead See (1988)

A collection of mostly audience recordings made throughout 1987, released as a cassette on the legendary Xpressway label (run by the band's own Bruce Russell) in 1988.

sábado, 24 de marzo de 2018

The Dead C - Clyma Est Mort (1992)

The second Dead C live release with the same low-fidelity intensity that you would expect from them.

The Dead C - Eusa Kills (1989)

An early Dead C release on Flying Nun. Probably the most songs oriented release in the catalog. This record (probably their first proper record) was released on the mighty Flying Nun in 1989. Now I have been a label whore in the past but one of the labels that I never really got into was Flying Nun. I had a friend who was though, and anything by The Verlaines, The Bats, The Chills, The Clean and the John Paul Sartre Experience were greedily snapped up by him. I always thought that a lot of the Flying Nun stuff was a bit too clever and  sometimes a little too pop for my liking. This is commonly referred to as The Dead C’s pop record and if you listen to the first track you kind of get the shambolic, free form,  Sonic Youth vibe that very few bands pull off. But this the Dead C and it’s never going to be a very easy listen although maybe it is the easiest thing to get into. I also think that the Sonic Youth comparison’s have been a bit overstated. Sure there are some tracks which channel that Bad Moon Rising and Evol vibe but for the most part The Dead C  travel their own path. The highlights are the awesome Maggot which has always been one of my favourite Dead C tracks, the ultra Sonic Youthy Envelopment and the album opener Scarey Nest. They even manage to spew out a cover of Children of the Revolution but out of tune, slowed down and all over the place. The impact of a band live Deac c is indisputable. Think where bands like Mouthus would be without their influence. Eusa Kills is also probably the least experimental record they released and the closest to a rock album as they ever got. I wonder what the Flying Nun groupies thought about it at the time.

The Dead C - World Peace Hope Et Al (1994)

Having had a varied and peripatetic enough recording career to well warrant it, Dead C put out this collection of odds and sods from throughout its career via a British label in 1994. Ranging from everything from early cassette-only numbers to a couple of wholly new cuts, World Peace Hope, named after three of the album's cuts, is a useful and often striking enough example of Dead C's curious, compelling art. Short, fragmentary numbers and extended jams are the basic rule of the day, with a few otherwise finding a middle ground here and there. Those who find Harsh 70s Reality the band's high point will jump for the two outtakes featured here, each easily strong enough to have been on that album. Opening number "Stars" features simple but effective drumming from Yeats mixed with a queasy organ sound and, naturally, the trio's trademark guitar squall, resulting in a surprisingly emotional, melancholy effort. As is often the case, the most striking results combine relative user friendliness with the intentionally muddy, non-crisp recording and delivery, as songs like the strong "Fire" demonstrate. Then there's the trio's considerable live power, as the steady thrash and sprawl through "Helen," taken from the Xpressway Vision video, shows. A variety of guest performers and assistants crop up throughout -- New Zealand music legend Peter Jefferies is on two tracks, admittedly only as engineer. An interesting meeting of the minds occurs on the brief "Abscheid," a track recorded for Bananafish magazine -- Alistair Galbraith contributes his recognizable violin work, while a sample from an unknown Nico/John Cale piece, heavily distorted and treated, loops through the song. Another track similarly features Patti Smith used to similarly unexpected ends.

The Dead C - The White House (1995)

And indeed, there it is on the cover. There's not much in the way of commentary or anything about that, though, so either call it a wry Kiwi joke at the Yanks' expense or just something that looked nice enough to use. Consisting of six tracks of unsurprisingly varying length -- fairly short or totally long -- in ways The White House is Dead C as per usual and in others a bit of a diversion from the usual form. Notably, there's evidence of relatively more production -- while it's hardly hard-disk billion-track digital sound or the like, there's effect pedals galore and senses of very careful arrangement as opposed to simply upping the shadowy, crumbling sound factor. Further keyboards and other strange noises from who knows where also slip into things. The off-kilter tones and noises on "The New Snow" sound a bit like Perry and Kingsley going nuts, at least here and there, while the usual noise, fuzz and detuned strangeness skips around the mix. Then there's the minute long "Aime to Prochain Comme toi meme," which could be anything from minimal guitars to kalimba. At the same time, there's songs like the majestic "Bitcher," with a just-epic enough swoop to it, sticking to a big and bold sound along with some heavy-duty flanging throughout on the lead guitar. Morley's vocals, when they appear, are much more cryptic and hard to understand than ever, almost providing a hook here and there. Absolutely no credits are provided beyond song listings, so if anyone helped, that's a mystery -- otherwise it's clearly the three doing once again what needs doing in Dead C land. Ending with one of the band's best ever songs -- the steady, addictive pace and surge of "Outside" -- The White House is another fine effort from New Zealand's best kept secret.

viernes, 23 de marzo de 2018

The Dead C - The Operation of the Sonne (1993)

A super obscure Dead C release. This album was only released on vinyl, but this is a great sounding vinyl rip. This is a great addition to any Dead C collection.

The Dead C- DR503 (1988)

A collection of material from the first year and a half of the dead c's existence. "Max Harris" arguably one of the best tracks from the band appears here in two forms. An interesting release for those who are interested in hearing the band in it's embryonic form.

The Dead C - Tusk (1997)

It may be named after the Fleetwood Mac album -- at least allegedly -- but anyone expecting crystalline late-'70s AOR harmonies and the like will be sorely disappointed. Then again, the strange line drawing of beast and person on the front cover might suggest that much. Again straddling the line between shorter numbers and extended experimentation, and definitely favoring the latter here, Tusk finds the Dead C again exploring new and strange territory even for them. While the general concept of what the band is supposed to be about had long been established, the trio steers even further away from the dark, crumbling guitar sounds of its past at points. "Plane," the opening number, is one of the Dead C's least "typical" tracks ever, opening with a persistent shift back and forth between two loops of what could be anything from broken bells to tinkling, heavily treated guitar. It's an almost Main-like level of minimal ambient creepout, a mood only broken halfway through by a sudden cut to a more familiar lo-fi fuzz of the full band doing a slow jam. Elsewhere, the band builds on the sense of anthemic lift and roar showcased on The White House, to often stunning effect. "Head" is just simply marvelous, slowly but surely building up and up to a grand conclusion; when Morley's vocals suddenly appear, it's the perfect way to send things over the top. The final two numbers are the real winners, though. Both "Imaginary" and the title track are full-on Dead C to the max noise numbers achieving transcendence through volume and feedback. The latter is especially fine, breaking into a electronic beep-touched climax halfway through, then further shifting in a series of rhythmic guitar screams and whines. It's a fitting end to a strong album, showing that the Dead C seem to keep getting better with age.

The Dead C - Vain, Erudite And Stupid (Selected Works 1987-2005) (2006)

A good starting point for The Dead C. Though there are some questionable omissions this will still give you a very good first glimpse into their world. The Dead C is not for everyone, but if you're looking for the perfect soundtrack for, say, watching a dead seagull decompose on a lonely beach, this might be the purchase for you. New Zealand's The Dead C have been making glorious, uncompromising and terrifying noise for nearly twenty years now, with a sound that blends deft touches of early psychedelia with huge visceral slabs of industrial noise. This well-chosen two-disc set makes a great case for their place in the unique musical universe that includes krautrockers like Neu! and Can, as well as NYC noise-rock legends Swans and Sonic Youth. This is not music for the faint of heart or for those with whimsical musical palettes, but if you dig the sounds of the above bands, and want more like it, this is a great place to dig into these Kiwis' apocalyptic and challenging works.

The Dead C - The Damned (2003)

A relatively conservative release for the Dead C, The Damned doesn't break much new ground for the band and isn't the logical next step hinted at by the electronic flirtations on New Electric Music. But the band proves it can still turn a tangle of creepy rumblings, dark scrapings, and piercing squalls into art like few other bands can. The leadoff song, "Truth," is just that, a song -- just over three minutes long and maybe their most straightforward attempt at rock in years. But the surprises end there. "Atmosphere" presents a throbbing piece of industrial ambience, and on "Holy Heat" a squealing guitar is kicked along by a stumbling drunk stepfather of a drum kit. Low mumbling and a quiet, steady rhythm underpin a chiming guitar "solo" on "The Provider" before "Casino" kicks the band into a very Can-like groove. The disc ends with an untitled track, presumably a field recording from the streets of some city. It's only interesting in that it shows that, if mixed properly, such a recording can sound the same as two guitarists and a drummer. All in all, there's nothing here that Dead C fans haven't heard elsewhere. On the other hand, The Damned is relatively brief and easy to digest, so it might not be a terribly bad place for the uninitiated to start.

The Dead C ‎– Harsh 70's Reality (1992)

While just about all of their albums are winners, for many fans Harsh 70s Reality is the unquestioned best Dead C release, a fact it's hard to argue with. Art and sheer rock power collide beautifully on this album, which transforms murky noise and open-ended jams into serenely chaotic wonder. That may sound like a strange assessment, but Harsh 70s Reality is as ambient as it is feedback-riddled, and the creative threesome behind it all know just how to balance everything out. "Driver UFO," the 22-minute-long opener, demonstrates this knack quite well, with a gentle keyboard part emerging halfway through against the rumbling hum and scrape of the guitars. It's arguably also the most song-oriented album from the group in a traditional sense, though the usual combination of recording approach and performance isn't exactly going to win over the VH1 audience. When the three add in vocals to the mayhem, everything sounds even more distanced and unsettling. Thus, on "Sky" the lead vocal sounds like the singer is on the verge of collapse and the backing shouts hollow and creepy, even as the main riff makes for one of the band's most accessible efforts. "Constellation," one of the most violent numbers (though as ever the quality of the recording makes it feel more gauzy and interesting), benefits even further from the gently deadpan vocal, like Sonic Youth but not so concerned about making things clear. One of the funnier moments comes with the start of the audibly from-the-other-side-of-the-venue live recording "Suffer Bomb Damage," especially since Robbie Yeats sounds like he's about to break into War's "Lowrider." Though Harsh 70s Reality is available on CD, the original vinyl is worth seeking out for the extra two tracks that couldn't fit on the digital format, especially the astonishing "Shark."