WSCNL 24/7 music, comedy, adventure! 

“Convulsia Darklove, Max T, The Dead Heads, Voodoo Owl and several other artists YIKIS has reviewed are featured on our radio shows. We are like old-school MTV meets Weird Al’s UHF meets indie college radio. This weekend is “Purple Eggs” weekend!”

Apparently someone wants us all to know that there is a new radio station around, cause why listen to things on demand if you can listen to the radio? Exactly! Listening to the radio gives you this ultimate feel of not having to press play all the time, searching for songs you like to hear or talk bullshit yourself between those songs can be a real hassle; radio, a concept of music listening that would make your life easy listening choices ‘going easy’ again!

I’m not sure who is behind this station but looking at the page I believe it’s the Dead Heads. Why do I think that? Well there is quite a bit of artwork of these Dead Heads on the radio page & somehow their artworks are pretty much stored upon the brain when you have ever had come across them. I believe that makes me not a dead head as a dead head would probably have problems storing images into its brain.

Anyway, let’s look at the description:
24/7 MUSIC, COMEDY and ADVENTURE!! Awesome, free radio shows with diverse song choices, exclusive content and crazy-fun DJs.”

Oh goodness! 24/7 music, comedy and adventure! Who needs sleep? Sleep is for losers! Somehow 24/7 exposure to music, comedy and adventure sounds like a concept of maddening torture; a radio stream used to make prisoners confess crimes that they hadn’t commit. Can you imagine them begging?

“Oh gosh, please I tell you whatever you want to hear, but please I beg you no more endless exposure to music, comedy and adventure! Oh lord, please!”

-electric chair or 24/7 music, comedy and adventure?

“Electric chair please, I beg you; please relief me from my misery of sleep deprivation, music, comedy, and 24/7 adventures!'”

Somehow I think the electric chair is a easy way out & confining every dodgy prisoner to a life sentence of listening to WSNCL (the name of the station) is a much more life changing experience. Hairs falling out, ears growing larger in the hope to be able to close themselves and other evolutionary signs of interest might happen!

Let’s take a look at the genres;

Heavy Metal – Experimental – Rock – Comedy

A nice blend to drive even the best into a modern day fruitcake. Hmm! Apparently upon my arrival I’ve heard a song by a certain David Bowie, bauhaus (the Bella Lugosi is dead song; please give me 24/7 this song!) and comedic act ‘Radiohead’. And now I’m laughing my ass of with a track named Suicide Blond by INXS! So far the comedy has been terrific but I could tune in without a prison sentence that allows me to switch off if I wanted and I also apparently missed out on a ‘real’ show!

Yes, if you move your ass over to the WSNCL page you can see all the shows with their curious artworks and times that they are broadcasted. From ‘crazy adventures and snappy songs on asparagus street’ to ‘goth moods’ all the way to a program named ‘hard ballad egg salad’; you know, things you don’t want to miss out on.

Ah now they are playing ‘specimen’s kiss kiss bang bang’ and damn ‘I’m sold!’ If the life situation happens with the choice of being electrocuted on the electric chair or listening to things like kiss kiss bang bang and Bella Lugosi is dead’s theme song I will gladly offer my seat to the next future fried chicken! Somehow I believe it’s good not to have heard the ‘shows’ yet, as that might be the material to request a lethal injection for… who knows? But let’s keep it up, the WSNCL did provide a surprising unexpected playlist and it’s pretty much making me feel like we need to come back and check out those shows! 

Prisoners, guards, executioners, lazy music lovers and modern day brave people who are wanting to explore this station, please move on to the following link:

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The Tantric Doctors Meet Pingham Bark – A Green Ritual In Blue

The album art for A Green Ritual In Blue, by The Tantric Doctors Meet Pingham Bark, delivers varied tones of green mostly immersed in blue, which is above and beyond the kind of strange audio/visual package I tend to expect these days. You know what I mean? You could get an album called Red And Purple Seance and look at the front, see a brown and chartreuse overlay and just think, “what?”

Artist: The Tantric Doctors Meet Pingham Bark
Title: A Green Ritual In Blue
Label: Focused Silence
Cat#: None
Keywords: Experimental, Free Jazz
Reviewer: Alex Spalding

Hey! Welcome to another review!

I’m excited about this one right away, because everything I’ve heard from the Focused Silence label has been excellent. I can only hope that this album is no different, or else my opinion may forever be blemished in a slight, irreparable way. A way in that, if anyone should ever then in future ask me, “hey, how do you feel about the label Focused Silence?” I would be forced to reply, “oh, everything they’ve ever released has been utterly fantastic, but… alas, there was an exception once…” and they would see the lines of sorrow crease my face as I turned my gaze down and inward, in pained recollection of this album. I seriously doubt that this will happen, though, the artist seems pretty cool and I love free jazz music.

So, we begin here with an album that is comprised of one composition in three parts. ‘A Green Ritual In Blue Pt. 1’ starts off with some sharp, jagged guitar shards, immediately followed by trumpet that sounds like an operator on the phone line… then we head right into some jazz that feels formless, but tightly constructed. There is a strange assortment of percussion… some piano… those snares are crisp! This is really fun so far, entirely off the deep end. The way most of us get used to listening to music is to look for recognizable patterns, or when presented with something entirely abstract such as this, to try and superimpose the patterns we think we caught a glimmer of while listening, but this resists the attempt pretty well. The horn soars over the chaos, itself like an escaped canary drunk with freedom. The piano grows dark, the horn has gone absent for a moment. The color of the sounds seem to shift infrequently. Now, it feels like the sounds are hopping on toadstools. I could be in a swamp of sound at this time. The horns are a waddling duck trying to talk to me about the available food stuff to be found in their murky swamp home. The drums here are tight but clunking, like a junk motor sputtering with every bump on the road. It’s kind of a cartoon feeling I get, like with Raymond Scott, but a lot less organized. Abstract associative/dissociative imagery, Merrie Melodies acid-trip sequence from out of a derelict downtown basement. Now, it feels like the march of toy soldiers, melting before my ears… a raspy Daffy tries to sleep off a cold while a phone rings and mice bang cymbals together. A tomcat struts under moonlight, serenades a lamp post. Clocks go off in a shop. There’s the creeping malice of robbers. There’s an ineffective chase sequence. It was all just a dream! Well, I guess I couldn’t exactly escape pattern searching.

‘Pt. 2’ feels like a broken transmission at first, with waves of drums washing ashore and plucked string vibrations. It sounds like a machine falling apart… some melancholy in the piano dissipates quickly… but, then it returns, like a creepy music box, over the popcorn drums. The percussion feels like it’s on a rotary, sticks beating tin pans and small cymbals as a cylinder spins. Bicycle whistle, jumbled piano keys, saxophone scrawls on a chalkboard. Rhythms seem to be jogging, tumbling, galloping, stomping, flailing wildly. Horn squawks. We return briefly to a marching sound, without context, then any semblance of regimentation dissipates into absurdity. Then we come to a very sharp, staccato rhythmic snare, holding itself together for a time, too. The piano often sounds as if it has some kind of honky tonk saloon tuning, at least in certain registers. We’re in a kitchen, tossing plates. It sounds like a really strange moonlit waltz now!

The final part, ‘Pt. 3’ feels like it’s got a breakbeat groove with dark piano and sketches of horn sound over the top, and it’s awesome! It erodes, leaving me with the continued feeling of standing around confused and uncertain about what to do or where to go on a street corner in Louisiana. Shakers seem to point me toward a convenience store or bar with a cool fan or an ice cream truck. This is real life, though, and there is no rehearsal… even though it sometimes sounds that way. Every sound is like the repercussion of a choice made without any necessary rhyme or reason. Walk here, by a drink there… it all leads inexorably toward something, of variable degrees of meaning or lack thereof. Stranger moods surface… perhaps we’ve had a run in with someone we didn’t expect to see, or there was an altercation. This, too, passes, and we are on our way through loud streets, a hot marketplace, vendors struggling for our attention with unusual items. For some odd reason, this music makes me wanna go out and fly a kite. Guitar comes in, drums become more and more scattered, with minimal expressions…

I knew this release would be good all along! You can find copies of it for sale at the bandcamp link below:

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Ampyr – Your Punishment

Today, your punishment is to be administered by the album artwork for Ampyr’s Your Punishment… specifically, being unable to determine if the artist is going by Ampyr (everywhere on the bandcamp page) or Ampyre (according to the artwork).

Artist: Ampyr
Title: Your Punishment
Label: None
Cat#: N/A
Keywords: Experimental, Drone, Noise, Soundtrack, Weird
Reviewer: Alex Spalding

I like to imagine that Ampyr is like a cross between an umpire, a vampyre and an amplifier.

Vampyre, umpire, same thing basically.

But, amazingly, this music doesn’t sound at all like something such an absurdly terrible supernatural creature would create, but is instead, pretty good!

It gets started with something called ‘Place’. It’s not a place like any other, in that it is made of sound. It’s a soundplace. And, the way that it sounds, is like we’re at an opera in the basement of a very loud factory. It’s really lovely! There’s some static build-up… maybe it’s because the opera bunker is carpeted, and there’s a lot of electricity running upstairs. Needless to say, the opera is very shocking, and a bit charged, and our hairs are up on end. It seems at times that the whole thing is taking place on a turntable that keeps powering down randomly, so someone’s probably gonna have to call the city utility company about that. There are so many noises happening in here! I wish we had a couple broomsticks we could bang on the ceiling with, but they probably wouldn’t notice with all that racket. I think I hear a reedy wind instrument of some kind burst through the cacophony, which is really nice. We just continue rotating on the theme of everything being strange, surrounded by wild noise and ecstatic vocals, until the end.

I hope you’re a glutton for punishment, because ‘Your Punishment’ is next. It’s really not bad, so don’t sweat it. It begins like an ambient Eno composition for empty warehouses. The vocals add an eerie, almost ethereal quality to the piece. There are shimmers of feedback. Imagine a large, calm body of dark water, like a lake, filled with merpeople and faeries, but also an industrial workshop that’s been closed down, filled with turned over boxes, loose papers on the floor, and dust. It’s like… this piece is where those two worlds meet. I wasn’t paying much attention to the content of the vocals. There’s a cool sequence happening, like a synth or computer blip running on repeat. Maybe it’s a cleaning robot, sweeping through the floors of the warehouse. One of the things I enjoy about this album so far is how it is abstract and experimental, like many albums I’ve heard, but is very much carried by vocal utterances and sounds, which are woven like veins through the musculature of every piece. And by every piece, I mean just the two I’ve listened to so far, but I have a good feeling even at this early juncture that this theme will likely continue through the entire work.

Next up is ‘My Crime’. We talking theft? Larceny? Public indecency? I will stay tuned, to find out. Voices echo in a digitally void space alongside sharp bits of signal feed. A dirge breaks through occasionally. It’s pretty warped feeling, deranged. Deep in the background seems to be a strumming guitar with a bit of chorus. Farm animals. They’re in here, too. The distortion of frequencies is subtle, like a sizzle. Bit of croaking cavernous amplifier feedback.

Nothing quite like the smell of ‘Coffee and Razors’ in the morning. Yawning vocals, sharp hi-pitched tones, the percussive rattling of metal bits on grated floors, low key and Einstürzende Neubauten-esque at first, growing louder, more distorted. Formless guitar feedback. Those operatic voices. If you were feeling sleepy, this would probably jar you awake. I keep imagining someone beating amplified guitar strings across a Testla coil, recording the discharges. There’s a horn!.. or something. A goat, too, for a second. There might be a cloud of flies as we near the end.

‘Homeostasis’ is the next track, sounding like a bright, shining guitar with echoes or a harp, recorded in a room with surreal acoustics. It reminds me late Slowdive, harmonically. Whispered vocal noises, obscure. Plucking strings. It’s pretty, and swirling, and strange.

Then, it’s time for some ‘Hopeful Ghosts’! It feels at first like an exhalation… I hear traces of feedback pads beneath the surface, or orchestral tuning. Steel is ground down into powder… now, the avantgarde vocal stylings return, in agony. I decided to read the blurb on the bandcamp page about this, for a moment… “your Punishment’ is a 21st century hallucination of haunted cyberpunk soundscapes and transportational psychedelic vortices into creative realms. A sonic exorcism and spirit summoner, a psychic cleansing, a haunting vocal and guitar sonic mesh, at times distorted and at others quite clear.” Hmm, yes, that sounds about right! This musical odyssey goes into fever-pitch here, and it’s intensely noisy and bizarre. I hear a bit of bass guitar in the murk. The noise feels like a scalding hot shower of whirring mechanics, in which the vocalist is singing… which eventually begins to sound burbling, robotic.

The last track is ‘Ascending Escher’s Conscience’. Very brittle architecture of noise and feedback, dark choirs hiding in the recesses of mixspace. In many ways as ghost-like as the previous piece. These aren’t overly malicious ghosts… they’re alien, inscrutable entities, whose existence seems to involve the repetition of senseless sound activities with no apparent origin or regard. Guitar is a shadow. Machines and keys are moving like phantoms, choreographed as if by an unseen armature. This is one of my favorites here, and makes a great closing piece.

So, yeah, there’s probably very little left for me to say besides “go check this album out!”, but I thought about putting some other words here… like, “banana,” or “whadabudabbidaba,” which is a word I made up on the spot. Instead, I’ll just tell you “here’s a link to the place you can hear this album”:

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Red Plane – Red Plane

Artist: Red Plane
Title: Red Plane
Keywords: ambient russia electronic noise Buenos Aires
Label: Nebular Silence

Taking a trip in Red Plane’s Red Plane is highly recommended. It’s a bit like a fine continuation of a lovely and interesting dream. I tuned into it at the very early hours of the morning (let’s say it was six) and it gave me the perfect buffer zone between sleep state and the one of waking up into this dimension.

It also kept me rather woozy and sleepy, much better than a alarm clock that bleeps annoyingly your dreams away, or a good pall throwing a cup of ice water in your face; Red Plane just gently delivers lovable easy going mellowness, interesting experiments and enough variety to give your sleepy brain the twinkling sparkles of interest.

But don’t think of it as ambient that just plays around, there is a energy to it and even rhythmic beats will pop up at the right time and space. The electric electrifying sounds keep the release in a modern corner even if a hand-played instrument strums in to give it that human touch.

It’s foremost a experiment in music, combining originality and familiarity together to create a flight in which you could easily settle down and be bewildered in from the fearless Red Plane that isn’t afraid to explore the unexplored in such a pleasant and intriguing way. The whole release might trigger your head, but be careful as it’s not recommended to replace it with an actual alarm to wake up too; Red Plane’s title track might actually lure you back to sleep. So lovely and smooth! Jump on board and enjoy the trip:

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Сольвычегодск – Чай с Захаром (EP)

Title: Чай с Захаром (EP)
Keywords:punk spoken word ariergard black metal free jazzgrindcore grunge hardbop mash post-hardcorerearguard regressive saxophone speech Russia
Reviewer: Willem van O.

Lock the arms with a group of well willing strangers and spoon up this brutal folkish quick event recorded by Сольвычегодск . It features a whole array of guest speakers all saying things in Russian and it feels worth to switch passports for! Not if you are actually Russian; you can keep yours!) From children to adults, from spastic fuzz to what sounds like saxophone galore that goes easily down with some hard liquor.

Don’t get frustrated with the language barrier, as if you manage to get very drunk, you probably will understand every word that is said. I’m not very, very, very drunk yet, but getting there. In the meantime (when not being there on the same drunken level) the short outbursts of ‘music’ is self explanatory. You don’t need to be a multilingual genius to understand these outbursts, yet it helps if you are the owner of a certain taste that appreciates these kind of shorties. If quick and hasty drum rolls, and a a rapid squeaking saxophone expression with Russian spoken words are your cups of tea, you probably be slurping away with this one.
The highlight on this release must be the final track that can be found all the way at the end; it’s the most lengthiest thing and focuses more on giving a spectacle of full on energy (with a few nice unexpected resting points) to go loopy with.

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Jomanda – song of light

Artist: Jomanda
Title: song of light
Keywords: oracle, healing, new age, lady in blue, video
Words by: Telelady

The wonderful gem; Jomanda, ‘the lady in blue’ had left her mark on a entire generation of Dutch people. They would sit in front of their radios when Jomanda would broadcast her voice through the ether, instructing the listeners to place a bottle of normal tap water in front of the radio so she could send her special powers from the studio and turn the contents of these bottles in a kind of holy water. A wonder cure for all problems and troubles.

Jomanda would teach her followers of self love; saying that if you are fat you should love yourself even if you are fat. & If you are thin, you too should love yourself; it’s all about loving yourself and filling entire halls full of people and make them feel good. Also Jomanda might have earned a well deserved living out of it as come on, who else would be able to do what Jomanda did and does?

It’s not easy to wear your costume with grace, speak in the right tone and know what to say. It also cost lots of energy to turn bottles of normal water into holy one! It for sure seems like hard work and to pull it off she for sure must be someone special and extraordinary. It’s difficult to comprehend the appealing power of a Jomanda and how half of a country got spellbound by her magical appearance.

She is a national treasure from the Netherlands that other countries should look at in full envy! But don’t! Cause Jomanda is the one who wants us to feel all together, a peaceful love that even though a controversial celebrity death (someone preferred the Jomanda water above medicine?) can still be found and felt in a cherished video in which she sings her theme song. Thanks to the power of YouTube the entire world can enjoy the highlight of Jomanda in her full outfit and pretty healing voice.

My advice is to fill up a old bottle with tap water, put it close to the screen that you receive the music video on and sit yourself in front of it. Put on the speakers and press play… can you feel the healing powers when experiencing the song of light?

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Chors Blor – Knew EP

Now, what in the… what in the heck is that… what IS that thing, some kind of– oh, wait, it’s the album art for Knew EP, by Chors Blor! Well, that makes sense.

Artist: Chors Blor
Title: Knew EP
Label: Swamp Circle
Cat#: SW-110
Keywords: DIY, Electronic, Experimental, Ambient, Avant-garde, Noise, Plunderphonics, Sample-based Sound Collage, Vapornoise, Weird
Reviewer: Alex Spalding

It’s so cold right now that I feel like I’m living in a refrigerator unit, but on the other hand there’s some music I felt like reviewing while I’m at my computer. So, that’s good. 🙂

The Knew EP is by Chors Blor, and it’s pretty amazing sounding! There’s even a viiiiiiideeeooooooo! And, I love videos. So, let’s get this review started…

… so, yeah, we begin with ‘New Facebook Notification Sound’, which sounds at first like someone is slurp-sucking a pinball machine through a straw, but then we’re having an electronic bubblebath (don’t try that at home!). Dennis Hopper wants to fuck, but then the cops show up while KoRn is getting kReAmEd into the mix. Some kind of horror movie ambiance begins to swell up, but that’s when the pinball machine shuts off.

As if that weren’t magical enough, we come to a track called ‘Knew (ft. Lil Mozz)’, and that means it’s video time!

The staggering attention to detail comes through, which blows my mind. I love the way the sound effects what we’re witnessing here, with such a strange, creepy vibe… it’s hard to imagine being weirded out so thoroughly by really very innocuous visuals, of a man tinkering with miniature watch components, but that is exactly what happens. The glitchy editing is as precise as surgery.

‘tax footprint’ involves some downtuned funk, that seems to want us to “be someone”, but I’m not sure who. It gets p glitched up, warped, modulated… kind of reminiscent of vaporboogie sounds.

The lengthiest track on here, clocking in at 35:25, is ‘Home for Boys’… it begins sounding kind of dark and ambient, sort of drone-ish… then, I realize I’m hearing some cello, followed immediately afterward by the realization that I’m hearing a sample of Bernthøler’s ‘My Suitor’. 😀 There’s some radio broadcast coming in, a vocal sample that I recognize as well but can’t trace… very obscure sounds now, rustling around where I can barely make out their origin. Someone asks “are you stupid!?” and no one answers… it’s just left there, floating, in this space… after several seconds I have to laugh about this. Later, it comes in again, accompanied by all kinds of strange snippets of sound, barely audible ambient layers, downpitched voices… the color of this contoured soundscape shifts around, chameleonic, comprised of stretched out grains of samples presumably from various sources. There is a choir of lambs… I think… and a sufi… busy streets. Someone’s scoffing, while scary reverse sounds move through fields of hauntingly airy pads. Resonant breathing like rust, sounds are fractured like glass, a raspy didgeridoo. Parts of this sound like they were recorded in a bathroom sink, like all the sounds are swirling down a drain with bloody blobs of toothpaste. Someone’s speaking now, and it’s media sensationalism… there is a lot of space here, with odd bits and samples thrown in… I’ve come to a place where a soft song is being played, amid the previously described soundscape. Chirping, breaths or sobs. The ambient textures are shifting again in larger, noticeable ways, harmonically. Distortion swirls, crying, windchimes sped up and on repeat, then suddenly the textures minimize. Depictions of gore and random other things thrown in, woven into a tapestry of a typical 24-hour / 365 days-a-year news cycle, heightened background tension, then the white-noise fades and we hear bare synth chord pad bliss. More samples… elephant in a zoo distortion, tuba in a middle school band practice, brake-pad squealing in a lower register, amplified rain drops slapping at mud, vacuuming up some Philip Glass, a sequence of very stretched out vocal exercises. Loving the bizarre combinations and contexts. Rhythmic noises, graintable chatter. After awhile, it all suddenly stops, and I wondered if maybe the track had ended sooner than I’d anticipated. All sound is replaced by a dusty, cryptic wind. Some noisy texture creeps in, and it’s a bit foreboding. Someone or some thing is singing in a kind of chanting, marching style… it feels like subdued fervor of some kind, a drunken or karaoke anthem of patriotism, or possibly just a recording of a folk dance from somewhere.

The finale is ‘Death and the Lady’. I’m hearing some bagpipes! There’s someone singing, and it’s echoing… it is contorted with reverb and echoes at every vocal height. As it fades, I feel like I’m hearing someone breathing, and turning off a device.

Yeah, you really must hear this glorious EP, at the link below… it’s a fantastic and complex, edit-intensive compilation of sounds that any sound enthusiast is gonna enjoy.

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