RIP The Designers Republic

Apparently, the amazingly influential graphic design group The Designers Republic is no more. Their work on early Warp Records helped give a visual face to an emergent and divergent subculture. Elsewhere, they've proved similarly inventive and innovative, taking art to its most drastic extremes.

Creative Review has a nice retrospective

From the Archives: I Heart Huckabees (Taconic Press)

I Heart Huckabees Review

From the Archives: Kinsey

Kinsey review part 1




Kinsey review part 2

From the Archives: House of Flying Daggers (Taconic Press)

House of Flying Daggers review part 1




House of Flying Daggers review part 2

The Family Biz

There's a nice little article in the Daily Gazette (the paper of record for Schenectady, NY) about the architecture of the Bond Funeral Home, an establishment built by Westinghouse, bought by my great grandfather, then run by grandfather, and then by my uncle.

See it here.

Also, see the little sidebar (which looks like an advertisement) for a small photo gallery. It really is a beautiful building, one I was always fascinated with when I was young. My exposure at such a young age to embalmed dead bodies might help explain much of my morbidity.

On another note, a discovery at my brother's urging may have validated the Holy Hand Grenade segment from Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I'm not sure if this makes the segment more funny or less. Ah, religious violence...

RIP John Martyn

John Martyn

solid air - John Martyn

If You Don't Get Paid For It, It Has No Value

Marginal Utility's Rob Horning has a pointed assessment of the volunteer economy of internet print publications. He rightly scorns the elitist hierarchies of lifers in a cozy enough position to warrant a paycheck (ie, not me), but also fairly interprets the exchange value of unpaid labor as a functionality of capitalist enterprise (resume building, social worth, writer name-branding) that, in the process, devalues the monetary legitimacy of criticism in general. Kinda depressing, as noted in the comments section by EDM from Providence, RI:

"Laboring for the love of it is a laudable sentiment. It has a kind of Fourierist ring to it. But whereas someone under Fourierist socialism would theoretically enjoy a material return as an added boon to the already felicitous return of joy gotten from labor, someone under the conditions you describe appears merely to cherish a very evanescent form of capital, i. e., “brand identity,” as the fruits of her labor.

Just goes to show you how the noblest aspirations, when ground through capitalism’s satanic mills, become the basest strategems"

The points argued in the article seem to further the case, as Felix Salmon and the New York Times's David Swensen and Michael Schmidt have recently argued, for non-profit newspapers (and thereby nonprofit critics). This, of course, comes with it's own set of problems (not the least of which being a prevention of the hierarchies discussed in Horning's article and an overemphasis in endowment worth on what Salmon referred to as the "genuinely important newspapers like the New York Times or the Washington Post" ), but this seems to be a valuable alternative to explore, particularly considering what a vital function newspaper in a functioning democracy.

Helios- Caesura

I've been pretty on board with most of the stuff Type Records put out in 2008 (my mind's still not made up on Xela's latest and I recused myself from review the latest two from Svarte Greiner and Sylvian Chateau 'lest I become the official Type reviewer for PM). However, Helios's latest, and his work in general, just strike me as kind of flaccid.

Here's my PM review of Caesura

I can't help, but think some of this relates back to recent comments by Impostume on music listening becoming a product of who you are when you're listening to it (something critics try to run from). The album reminds me a bit of Manual's Ascend, which I f'ing loved with it came out. After five years of seeking this type of music, I encounter it pretty often now (as I mention in the piece, many times in indie films). So often that it has lost its appeal to me. Whether this is because this specific recording doesn't "hit" as well or whether it's me who has a new set of ears, I don't know that you can specifically fault the artist for being five years late to my party.

Hum a Silent Prayer

There's a new short review of the split by the marvelously talented ladies Grouper (Liz Harris) and Inca Ore (Eva Saelens)*, two of the premier talents in today's fuzzy ambient, proto-hauntological musicsphere, over at PopMatters. Having dabbled in lo-fi tape recording for years and years before the slow dawn of computer music myself, there's something even more affecting and certainly more intimate about this music for me than, say a certain Radiophonic/public television referencing subset of the genre. Ore's damaged and worn voice on her half of the CD feels like a cross between the amateur "nobody's ever gonna hear us" adventurism of the Lucas and Friends Discover a World of Sounds disc and the confessional fictitious diaries the young Jonathan Caouette aired in his exquisite documentary Tarnation.

Coincidentally, I came across a compilation of clips on Youtube that resembled pieces one might have found on the Lucas disc while searching for clips for Weird Tapes (the clips were also called Weird Tapes). Certainly, there's much to be said about this type of slightly pernicious voyeurism into our younger, hidden moments, but what interested me was that it reminded me that I have a couple boxes worth of the same stuff in my basement. For years, I was under the assumption that this stuff had no value to any one besides myself, but perhaps it might be interesting to throw these into the cultural deitrus and see what happens.


*Ore's Birthday of Bless You would have surely made into the best of 2008 categoryh had I heard it sooner.

File Under Dis(Re)covery: Weird Tapes

Weird Tapes are definitely the best find of 2009 so far. And they're from Philadelphia too! It's glitzy enough that it should impress the Discobelle folks, but it's also got a bit of that slighty melancholy sunbaked n' aged Black Mother Super Rainbow feel to it. You can download a shitload of their shit at their blog. Here's a clip of "The Heavens" recut from Carl Dreyer.

File Under Dis(Re)covery: Intense- Natural Progression

In the ever expanding world of Youtube, Imeem, Hype Machine, what have you, music streams are taking the place of P2P networks and becoming something even better- a limitless library of music education available at the press of a button. Like Wikipedia for sounds, there's a whole history- most interesting to me are the hidden ones- of music video and rusty vinyl lovingly uploaded by the fans who've been blessed to hear them. It's a great tool for learning and expanding and I highly recommend getting lost under the "related videos" or suggested tracks or "more from" the next time you're surfing.

In the spirit of sharing, or resharing (since I'm not the original poster of any of this material), I'm starting a new series called "File Under Dis(re)covery", which will hopefully move at a pace slow enough to not crash those of you (like me) with ancient machines. I'll start with this fantastic piece I found today by the wonderful drum n bass outfit Intense.

David Byrne's Survival Strategies for Emerging Artists

Sure, it's a year old, but I found it quite interesting.

Read it Here

Field Journals from the Cosmic Inferno

Two new stories of adventure of cosmic dread over at PopMatters! The cramp of hyperbolic indifference need not apply!

HEAR! Squabbles of abstract noise condensed into coherent and fluent prose!
SEE! A writer heroically battle his pen to overthrow the reigns of complacency!
SMELL! The sweat and ardor of a band struggling to release material at 55 MPH or else their tour bus will explode!
TASTE! The sweet victory of overcoming your fear of songs longer than ten minutes!
FEEL! Good for yourself for making it through each review!

Acid Mothers Temple & The Cosmic Inferno- Journey into the Cosmic Inferno

Koen Holtkamp- Field Rituals

A Trip on the Nova Express

William Burroughs has a well-documented influence over much modern literature, music, and film. As this page illustrates, his books also left quite an impression on the graphic designers assigned to make his covers.

Slipped Discs 2008

Two little blurbs about two little overlooked albums in '08, Grouper- Dragging a Dead Deer Up a Hill and Friendly Fires- S/t.

Read 'em and the rest of the list here.