In a long unwanted covid break (not to be confused with a screwed break-beat), even the illustrous poisonous place named Gifgrond had to do the unthinkable: clossing its doors. Inside the hardcore crew of delicate party people danced and danced, they might not have known that it would be the longest party ever to have attended, but that it would take two years for Gifgrond to open its doors to the toxic outside world again was truly not expected at all.
Finally on the 14th of May 2022 it happend: The inside crowd let the fresh breeze of air from the outside world run through their lungs again, but it wouldn’t take long before they met a flog of curious outsiders that wanted nothing more than to do the polar opposite: to go in with them and celebrate the existance survival of the one and only Gifgrond!
And so it happened; history was yet again made & Gifgrond #75 flourished instantly as a reborn party with strong people that had been glad to drop the survival mode for the one of pure celebration. For this special occasion a star-lineup consisting of Fra Zedde, Nova Guardia, Hassan K aswell as the legendary dj Krikkrak had been beamed in. A crew that had all in their might to be glowing up the auditory earways of all the weirdos that had willingly popped in.
The ground was instantly shaking from the excitement in the air. The wall had been glowing, another wall had spontaniously removed to reveal a mini garden! Gifgrond had changed and yet its flapor and poisonous charm stayed the same! Old faces and new faces intertwined as they exchanged energy and soon enough a familiar atmosphere made its way all around.
Gifgrond picked up where it had left before, as if no pandemic had ever happened… The shadows of the past mingled among the new guests while DJ Krikkrak wobbled one unfamiliar hit after the other! Oh, hè wobbled them so nicely, that it felt as the music was the blood and Gifgrond was the heart. Sensation after sensation left even the speakers themselves surprised: is this sound truly coming out of me?
Fra Zedde was the first live act of the night, blowing the people away with its nifty whole all-hands-on-deck approach. With the undefinable sound-making skills this master of its craft got things twisted, beaten or twirled up as a result. Like a mad inventor who wanted to make sure the spectrum of all frequencies could be yours, Fra Zedde simply pushed them all out in a way that even the deaf could hear again. Many miracles happen on a Gifgrond night and this was certainly no exception! There was a fresh energy in these noise explorations, something of a roaring dragon that had been awokened after a good long sleep.
A great match was the live-act that followed; Nova Guardia, who brought a whole space ship of equipement to be sure the walls could crack if hè wanted them to do so. Wires everywhere, things had been lighting up; it was as if the artist had turned the entire Gifgrond erea into a personal aircraft and he was there as the trusted pilot, ready to treat everyone for a bumpy flight in the new night. Would they crash, or fly like a robot bird with epilepsy? With his controlling hands hè blasted one manically excellent vibration out after another, drilling noises so hard that they could be experienced all around.
At the end of it all it was the legendary festival and underdog favorite: Hassan K to smash it all up with a freshly dose of adventurous energy. With a Persian sense of melody, hè rocked the place like a outerwordly being who heroically rides music instead of camels! Fanatic riffs hè shook out of his guitar as if the artist was the jimmy Hendrix of electrifying noise!
Armed with a remote control hè controlled the glitching rhythms as if life was a game, and hè the game-master! Gifgronds audio levels became beyond mayhem and Hassan K shocked it like it was on fire! The heath of it all made it all a sweaty business, but the results had been that all visitors had thinned nicely and that without any dieting! Oh and the smiles all around had been as lid as the sun!
After this it was DJ Krikkrak again, who took away the night with more obscure dope tunes anyone could handle, ready to make sure that this succesful epicness of Gifgrond #75 would go down in the history as the party that wil conquer all! Nothing could stop it! Even if there would be an apocalypse, you could sure count on this special place that it wil keep on blasting and celebrating! http://gifgrond.nl/ KN
Artist: Hunting Dog Title: Pseudobody Keywords: Electronic, experimental Label: Grimalkin Records
We are big animal lovers over here & cats and dogs are probably on the top of the chain in our book of amazing friends! But the Hunting Dog that we have discovered while walking on the Grimalkin Records area, might be standing fiercely upfront of the whole animal collective. Listening listeners of our monthly funderground show on beachy head radio might have heard our favorite Hunting Dog aswell and if they did, they certainly wouldnt have forgotten the experience. Rumor goes that these listeners are still howling at the stream!
My personal first encounter with the music of Hunting Dog was to me inmediately the green light for that miraculous feeling of walking into a room in which you found yourself to be the winner. With the outstanding and very one-of-a-kind music that this Hunting Dog makes it feels like you stumbled upon your award winning reward and best prize to celebrate your winnings with!
So if that is only us stumbling upon one tune by Hunting Dog, you can imagine how fantastic it would be to roll out an entire record for us all to be blown away by. This is exactly what it feels when pressing play of Hunting Dog’s Pseudobody! A release released on Grimalkin Records that wil make your head go “poof” and your legs go bang! Maybe the other way around, but it wil affect you regardless! The original sound and style is giving out vibes that are truly out of this world, its a class apart in the music world, only a label pall like Ishtar Sr. might be from a similar realm in space. And yet it is sounding so familiar, especially to the vast open eared and minded fans of the label that has given these talents a place that must feel like a well welcomed home.
It must be noted that Hunting Dog’s Pseudobody is so out of the ordinairy and original in its own right, that any attempt of describing it would be ridiculous. So lets try to be ridiculous: Its diverse, not to be boxed and yet so very itself. Hunting Dog simply doesnt run away for experiment, or wicked coolness for that matter, material that would do well at nightly underground dance clubs aswell as the boomblasters in the back alley cool-cat of streets. If you want to chill and need it as an ambience piece, Hunting Dog’s music can also easily be played loudly without problems too. Its that kind of magic that keeps on giving. There is such a special elixer of sound and style going on, one made out of upbeat quirkiness that is perfectly dubbed at the same time in the coolest chill: it works so well that you simply dont know when not to hear Hunting Dog… as somehow Pseudobody suits every possible occasion.
With all its atmospheres that are universal and a firm set of paws deeply dug onto the glitchier side of sound, Hunting Dog even dips into the sensual side of Sade without having to fear lawsuits. Breakbeats and cosmic sounds of future vibes wil make many heads wobble in a agreeable agreement: experiment and dance music are the best of friends! Thanks to Hunting Dog they form the new energetic chill pill that we all need to be infected with! My advice is get yourself hooked on this or simply throw yourself a bone towards this album, follow that trace in order to find that eureka moment of encountering perfection in all its unexpected unconventional ways. If you dont, im sure Hunting Dog wil Hunt you down and get the music into your ears by force! It has that edge that you wil be grateful either way!
To sum it all up: Its like Hunting Dog had gone out in the world, hunting on all the best possible things out there (you?), munched and chewed on it for a good while and than created a very own unique creation of it, one that most normal dogs (or cats) would have never had the spark or the mindset for. Hunting Dog created a very infectious (we want more!) sound over here, one in which the Future and the recent past blends together for a relaxed or energetic (depending on your own mood and setting) experience! So tune in and find yourself howling at the link from pure appreciation! https://huntingdog.bandcamp.com/album/pseudobody KN
Time to go into a special kind of space! Lets hop into the vessel of the catronauts for a full edged adventure of melody and strenght and head down the cool place that is the Furbidden Planet. Flyioneer and spacecadet-cat Cat Temper easily meows itself into our ears as a captain who knows the way through this galaxy. From the start to finish of this tour we hold on tight as we fly through dangerous looking holes and avoid flying cyberdogs. Strong and with a clear knowledge of direction our supersonic Cat Temper provides us the sound that sounds as futuristic as it is feline.
Here we fly! Through scary heart pounding unknowns and pretty illustrious scènes. Dont worry as we are easily in the right safe paws for this adventurous flight in space, a speedy happening that wil keep no alien fish safe and no moving light unseen. As we fly along with Cat Temper we can enjoy the big synths that are played by an obviously eager tail, one that provides melodies of excellent adventures and wil always create a safe and sane outcome to hold onto, even though the mood is one of excitement and excellent thriller thrills, we always land on our legs. Besides we have backup lives if needed!
Absolutely nobody would be surprised if a cat version of Michael Jackson would turn up and do a moon walk on the surface of the Furbidden Planet. Just keep staring out of the window to see where our journey wil be headed and if any special rain of furballs wil be dropping down on us.
The big boss its whiskers wil thrill with each bass vibe that is coming out of its beloved furry behind. Dont worry, even though gravity is non existent here, the litter wil stay nicely in its box thanks to a steady speed and control by our space cat’s antics. The entire backalley wil be floating in this wild tour around the catlaxy. There is no need to worry as Cat Temper wil be easily wowing the alien neigborhood away. Its clear leadership wil make us sit back and lick ourself behind the ears; even though the excitement of flying through the dangers of the truly unknown, with a cat like this as our guide its perfectly okay to lower our shield and feel protected.
Yes, with all its smoking hotness Cat Temper lets its paws hit the keys in all the right motion. We go forward, through all the starfields, slide through pretty sights and get a glimpse of dangerously dark looking surroundings. Its just like a movie in which the soundtrack is creating all the scènes, yet it is real and all happening in our heads.
Science fictional rooftops are explored and no high tech fence is left out of its watchful cats eye control. With a minimal effect of pure ease, the flying guide passes through various effective ways. Our four legged synthwave superstar supplies the smoke and the fire, has no problem to toss the stolen open tuna tune cans around like a nice cat version of Robin Hood. We can lick our noses as we ride this right flight with our trusted castronaut at the controls.
With a whistle of a cool villain variant Cat Temper calms us down whenever it is dodging a laser bullet. Every passenger wil probably agree that our hero simply provides a safe, but exciting rush to all who appreciates these future-retro vibes. After a while its not wrong to expect flying night-riders, steaming smokey manholes and tossed over bins in a backyard full of distopian space things.
This is the scenery in which super heroes fly fancy ships or jump from futuristic station to ufo. We can all agree that having big cat ears and special laser eye sight to spot any suspicious meal along the wat is a great deal on the survival scale. The cool and rough looking outside has a subtle rightiousness to it, one that makes our furry friend the naughty hero. A hero that keeps frowning upon danger, clearly vibing its pure purrs to the point of utter steady coolness! We wil land safely, but we might just want to keep on flying with this new addiction of pure catventure! Maybe we wil find a flying ball of wool! https://cattemper.bandcamp.com/album/furbidden-planet-2 KN
Artists: various artists from Western Australia Title: Furchick throws a curve ball Keywords: experimental
Hello, how are you? Hope you are well. Happy New year and all that crap! Here we are and here we go! A compilation of various western australian artists that have all something very special in common: they have been mixing and matching their own soundarts with that of the legend that us Furchick. If thats not a reason to dig up the old school pen and notepad… so thats exactly what I did and here is the result:
Airlock & Furchick throw a curve ball unlike i have ever seen a curve ball being thrown before. It is as if the fax machine of a workaholic office teamed up with ancient floppy disk drives to fork up an anarchistic master piece. Who needs a hairy band when the technology goes on a determent strike and wil throw itself to the win!? Yes, with the data being squeezed this way, they come close to resemble screetching guitars that are the equivalent of the shocking vibe that happens when you poke a fork in a electric socket. Its strong and bold, steady and wil have no problem to mess your hair up. With a grip that might fry a regular person’s mind into a melted curved ball, the human voice of reason shines through. A sign of sanity and collaboration to hang onto. Hold on to it and you might avoid being danced upon by parfumed strangers as you crash on a hard shining ballroom floor.
Deep Ecology & Furchick Kindly offers us a sweet sentimental escape in the shape of a pretty wonderful flight in their own space. Its a timeless area in which kids can stil be kids and usual worries are banned to the basement of pure forgetfulness. Coughing cuttlery are here the backbone for a rhythmic touch and warm tones of a long gone sailor are the cozy scarfs around it. We dance, we cuddle, we hold arms and hands like lost poets touched by innocent thoughts of a better space. After a while the horn of the ship wil make its way through the fog, clearing itself like a ugly duckling from its bullied tale. Once we are all here we can all breathe again, succesfully congratulating eachother on having a new found life within found forgiven sounds.
Here it is Times Of The Sines and Furchick to come out to synthrock with the youth, the funky bells and the factory sounds. We shake our bums over here as the slippery farts that flop out of them form the essential electric baselines to go energetically in a upstep mode, getting us the power to travel like a modern day Santa – all around the world. Nothing can stop us now, we are on the move, riding the glitter scènes of industrial smartness, while still keeping our delighted faces in to the contagious forms of pure positivity. Flashy lights, sporty spice and here and there a back to the Future time machine! Break all the rules and barriers!
Checkout Chick & Furchick dip their noses behind the checkout spot, dealing with the customers of the modern world. Here its like miniature disney, upbeat capitalism with a sunny sight. Small talk rules the customer and its overly friendly cash register. Pretty tooth paste greetings with a smile and silly ballooney “good days” and “not bad” text balloons are exchanged while money and consumer products are changing hands as if its a free for all. The silliness and absurdity of this daily happening is super emposed over here, but instead of clowning about both Chicks create something cozy and familiar from it. It smells of the good old village days where paranoia and bad grumpy people had never been spotten before.
Jeremy von Kobra and Furchick are taking us back in the shape of the animals that we are, by carefully tossing us in the pit of nature. Its a deep hole, yet wide enough for all of us to hang out in. The sides have a mushy sound, somewhat damp and mad house-like, yet with enough soapy wetness that it would be easy to slid away in our straightjackets and become as animalistic and gay as we could be. Darkness might be intense over here, but somehow we feel at home in this jungle of depthful adventure. Little queer voices cheer like creepy crawlers in a eighties horror flick in the back, but the extential sounds of holes opening all around us give us that shimmer of hope. We wil surive, escape and become stronger in all our mad saneness.
Furchick and Vetch twinkle up the scène by letting the pages of an old book slide by like a well muffled sound effect. Here the dust and bookwurm pooh might reach the inside of our noses, but we wont cough from it, as the music is too mysterious to make noises through. Its like being inside the basement of a rustic library, behind a normally locked door in a area full of books with the right knowledge that might vaporize itself if it ever reaches the eyes of a wrong crowd. Drowned librarians make words behind their hands as doors rattle and weird intensions prosper. Its like a poem without words, a moment in which we can get lost and never come out agajn.
But Eileen Glynn and Furchick come to the rescue like the secretive heros that they are. They swing and sing, rocking out in the middle of a home party in which a dog blows the nose like a trumpet & the strong folk tones spiral greatky within the ears for a very warm feeling inside. It is like a lowkey party in which the kitchen area could be used for drums and the rest of the place could be the function-zone to host a warm gathering of friends. Here we smile, we wobble and groove in a humble social mood of togetherness. From here i think its only fair to throw a curve and start all of this music from start to finish again!
10:25 Blessed Blood – [Untitled Album #01] Liquefaction “As soon as ‘Liquefaction’ starts we feel the hypnotic pull of voices calling to us to join them and add our tones to the droner choir. Low repetitive sounds shimmer by like cars crossing the Aurora Bridge. One of the voices starts a wolfish call and then a siren starts to sing, luring us closer into the spectral vocal embrace. There’s no turning back now and we submit to our drone rulers as the darkness of sleep cocoons us. We are curled up in the womb of a goddess, nurtured by sacred blood. Our limbs lose their strength and relax in safety.” https://yeahiknowitsucks.wordpress.com/2019/09/26/blessed-blood-untitled-album/ https://blessedblood.bandcamp.com/album/untitled-album
21:00 Backxwash – Black Magic (Produced By Backxwash) “We can feel the depth of Backxwash’s emotion as it fills us up and swells in our chests. We are completely under her spell and hang on to every word, we hear the pain and the struggle and the anger and the strength that it takes to fight back. She has a searing way with words, twisting and turning them into wholly new visual pictures inside our brains. ‘Black Magic’ ends with a shimmering hiss moving from one ear to the other, this track is now permanently impressed into our skulls.” https://yeahiknowitsucks.wordpress.com/2019/12/08/backxwash-black-magic/ https://grimalkinrecords.bandcamp.com/track/black-magic
24:35 sylken somers – [Prone #01] Tenderhead Tenderheart “There is a rustle as ‘Tenderhead Tenderheart’ starts and now a sweet pulsing and the beautiful voice of Sylken Somers drifts into my blissed-out world. There is a pause, a rustle (or is it the trickle of water?) and I feel as if I could wait forever for the song to start again. The break was so short, less than a second or so, but it held me spellbound and on edge. Now, completely wide awake, I paddle my way to the edge of the pool to crank up this slice of aural paradise. Surely it can go louder than 10?!” https://yeahiknowitsucks.wordpress.com/2020/02/29/sylken-somers-prone/ https://sylkensomers.bandcamp.com/album/prone
32:30 DJ OBOE – [DJ OBOE #02] WHUNKY “A beat like a bouncing basketball drives us skywards, the neck brace is useless now, we need full body braces. It’s like being on the moon, struggling against weightlessness & zero gravity. Obviously, the only option is to let go, I mean, what else have you got to do, right? We say that you should take a break from the Self Isolation Blues and hit cruise control, let DJ OBOE take the wheel. You can trust him, we promise…” https://yeahiknowitsucks.wordpress.com/2020/05/20/dj-oboe-dj-oboe/ https://rikgooch.bandcamp.com/album/dj-oboe
36:35 Covolux – [Bloom #01] Life “‘Life’ begins with an achingly sweet handful of tones, strewn like petals around our bare feet as we take our first steps into this aural paradise. Some of us throw ourselves down on the ground and move our arms and legs to make Petal Angels, others stand stock-still, unable to move at all. Life is beguiling, enchanting, we can hear a tiny sound each time a blossom sheds, even quieter than a pin drop.” https://yeahiknowitsucks.wordpress.com/2020/04/17/covolux-bloom/ https://earthrid.bandcamp.com/album/bloom
39:30 kate can wait – [Veraniegas #01] green greenz “The opening track ‘green greenz’ simply bristles with brightness and rejuvenation and fills us with a longing to be able to escape from self-isolation and into a huge vegetable garden full of friendly animals, humans, and plants. We follow the guitar as it picks its way down the rows of golden corn and leads us into the sweetness of ‘sal & oro’ which makes us turn our faces to the sky and let the gentle rays caress us. Enchanting voices surround us and we all look at one another, smiling.” https://yeahiknowitsucks.wordpress.com/2020/05/01/kate-can-wait-veraniegas/ https://grimalkinrecords.bandcamp.com/album/veraniegas
43:05 vylter – [v sea #04] beachin’ harmonica “vylter is now playing the harmonica in the water, thigh-deep as the waves pulse around, almost swallowing our musician friend. But vylter is undefeated and stands strong against the tide and blows even harder, like a ship at sea sounding the fog horn. We open our eyes to find that we are now lying on the floor in our kitchen/lounge – How did this happen? How is it that we were magically transported in reality just as in our half-waking dream?” https://yeahiknowitsucks.wordpress.com/2020/01/24/vylter-v-sea/ https://serotoninjackalope.bandcamp.com/album/v-sea
Artists: various Title: Dwert Keywords: experimental Label: dog park
How are you today? Hope you are fine. Now that we have the fine chit chat out of the way, smalle we poke our noses into what this is really all about? Maybe not our noses, but our ears might be a much better tool to use today on this fine expedition into the deepest depths of Western Australia. What can a visitor expect? Wil they be falling over koalas crossing the road while riding the latest robot dogs as they text their friends on their brand new designer flip phones? Or… Will the western side of Australia be filled with cowboy hats and warriors in pretty skirts made out of hay? The things we see in our mind when we think of Western Australia is pretty wild, eh? Wild wild western australia! But is any of this based on reality?
I guess the only way to find out (especially in these covid days) is to travel there through the now already instantly legendary dog park compilation mayhem. This one is filled with very typical Australian names like Azariah Felton. Azariah Felton is also the one who colours in the beginnings of our journey thanks to giving everyone a most welcoming feeling. There is room enough for everyone’ is seemingly the message that this artist is giving us. And indeed Azariah gives us a giant space to pace in, to float around with and be simply bewildered by. Here massive audio nature sees to reveal itself around us, one with a fresh windy breeze, pleasant soothing water structures and a sensuality of something that reeks of a higher spiritual ground. To decipher it you might have to be enlightened spirit, but to enjoy it you simply must have ears, a heart and perhaps a brain to process it all.
Here within this piece of western australian art your blocked chakra points might open up, hopefully letting the relaxing welkome vibes of peaceful wiseness deloghtfylly crack your head, just to the point that you might feel like a guru without a bad cult following. The space of warm pleasure is simply put all around us over hete and it might fade all modern technology out of the window by replacing it with the sounds and melowness that wil stretch out for miles on end. No longer wil you feel claustophobic or are you being filled with an anxious trrtot in a world full of hasty people… no, here its social distancing in all the best relaxing ways.
With music like this by Azariah Felton, western australia simply sees like a warm wealth of pretty horizons that you could chill in without any worry whatsoever. I dony know about you, but hearing this, i would in fact press some kind of ‘hold and repeat’ button in order to stay for a while. Unfortunately if i would opt for that option, i would have never been able to hear and experience the rest of Western australian, which in truth; would have been a damn shame! As there is more. So much more! Which in all frankness is ridiculous as one warm welcome like this should be enough to satisfy any traveler going this way. But i guess the people and dog at dog park love to spoil their listeners and so we all should accept it and move on forward in this audio journey. Also equally going along this madness that is this ‘review or write up. So lets not waste even more time as on second base we find the very western australian name in the history books: Chris. Yes, Chris is a very typical western australian name, but the Chris featured on this compilation is not your average western Australian Chris, no this one is: Chris Cobilis. Who hasnt heard of Chris Cobilis? I mean you can only hide away from Chris Cobilis for so long… but escape? Never!
It is simply the name to be tattooed on your hand, just so you not forget about this terrific journey through time and space, one that is so lovingly guided by the sounds of music the Chris Cobilis way. Let this name be your eve of distraction as this person wil take your mind of things as soon as you spin its sounds. Oh the glory, the twinkling pretty sensations that come across as rays of wonderful sunrays that heat up your soul from belly, toes to the top of your head. You might have a feeling as if you are covered into a veil of hypnotic goodness, one that is generated by a wise melodic shaman whose intelligent mind wil soon take over your openness and trust, instantly loading it up with the fine taste of a designed madness that is positively brilliant, yet cheekily kicking the sane. It really seeks to shove all the trustworthy elemenents to the side and park a instant baffling experimental sensation into it. Its like taking away the comfy chair that you sit on and replacing it with bewildered awesomemess. Before you go and throw your butt out of an open standing window, the peace wil eventuallt return and all you are left with is the urge to look on your hand to seek out the interesting wonders of Chris Cobilis again! Is it music or magic? Probably both! And you know what? Its great!
Magic music and plenty of welcoming room for experiment is definiatly a thing western australia is clearly richely filled with. This of cource leads in normaliter circumstances to a whole lot of tourism. But thanks to another typical western australian name in the business: Errol H Tout, we dont need to go travel physically anywhere near the western side of australia to still be able to visit the best hotel in the region. Well, maybe its the best hotel in town, but as we dont know which town it is exactly, its probably best to presume its the best hotel in the entire west. Here in this hotel we are served with tropical cocktails along with kind and gentle strokes of excellent service. Getting a high vallued view on the beach is obviously a done deal over here, but also an indoor swimming Pool with interesting frogs running the luxurious happenings all around seems to be one of the things this hotel is equiped with. Unlike a typical HH Holmes hotel, this one that is so deliciously cerebrated by Erol H Tout is clearly avoiding all angst & simply provides us a quite unique and original experience. Sunshine is laced all over here and the helpful frogs running down the lobby to deliver you great service is simply outstanding. Its fair to say that you wont have an hotel adventure like thid anywhere else in the world…
But its not only polite frogs that rule the polite service orientated western side of Australia… there is also the Checkout Chick! I mean, forget all your checkout experiences or simply toss them in the bin, as it is nothing compared to any of it. Unless perhaps you are the lucky person checking out at the checkout chick on a regular basis. I salute you with your luck! The Checkout Chick for sure makes the act of checking out a highly inspirational happening, a hot pot for experimental ideas, a grand moment in which many Light bulbs of ideas pop on above your head as the artist presses us the utter importantie of washing the Future Girl Dick. A thing that in these times of important hygienic safety is one thing that cant be warned enough about! With strict politeness and in a fresh breeze of hip coolness the Checkout Chick makes this point in a wat that even the stiffest customer would wiggle its hips while thinking about giving that future girl dick a intensly good rinse! All wil be shiny, spotless as Checkout Chick makes sure you wont forget!
Now back to view more of the interesting beauty that is Western Australia.. what is a better place than the tourist hot spot Sandy Circle? One glittering area that is also present for all of us to visit through this special compilation. Indeed it is a cozy hands-on tour in which glass bell twinkles wil lighten up the place of interest. When you step around the Sandy Circle you Will notice the inmediate intimicy that it has to offee. It opens up with a kind of one person-fanfare as a micro start, smartly marching us into a small area of wonder which is outlined and shaped by a typically talented western Australian named Amy Church. With voice and rhythm Amy Church guides us in this intimate zone in a way that it feels like we are loading up on power as we look around. We have no time to take selfies as Amy Church keeps us in a energetic sweet tempo in order for us not to clog up the scène.
Its a very polite thing to do; making way for other tourists to visit all these pretty spots that Western Australia is so evidentually blessed with. The Polite Society of Western Australia is simply outstanding enough to be a future example for polite policies around the world. Great thing is that when we wade our bodies deeper into this trip, the actual representatives of this polite side of Western australia actually are there to welcome us strangers with affectionate wide open arms. Out of these arms flow tremendous overwhelming synthetic landscapes, mysterious and calming, glorious and mystiquely pleasant. When we are lay our ears in these arms of sound these polite hosts whisper spiritual mumblings in our ears as a bonus gift. The gift of being so welcomed in such a state of warmth makes it almost as if Western Australia is more related to human dignity and nature than anyone could have previously guessed.
But Western Australia is one of wide openness. A side of the world that is open to experiment and internal differences. Also good humor and party times are presented over here. For this reason the Western Australian party pleaser named ‘vetch’ had made its way to the compilation. With vetch as our personal guide we could unplug the corks and fill up our glasses with the finest western australian wines & follow the easy instructions for the typical Australian electric dance. We walk and move in lines as if we are drunk pac-men creaturen that follow the digital dogs that our friend is shooting the needed chips away from. What follows is a moment of hilarity, a stale fun robotica movement that Western Australians call dancing. The fun is easy, as the groove is even doable when you see four bottles even if there are one. In any case it is evident that vetch will make you feel loved and is able to offer a safe party to ‘play’. Gosh, at the end we all love vetch and do not longer want this vacation to ever stop.
But we cant go back or out like this & luckily western australians know exactly what needs to be done to make our stay the best thing we had done. As traditionally the bright inhabitants of western australian end their tours with a highlight on their tourist checkpoint of must sees! Yes, a True visit to the legendary best open secret “The Unseen Horn”. Its a tricky thing perhaps as if you would go and visit it on your own you might not even see it, but thanks to the pleasant guideness of the enthousiastic Scientia the unseen horn is shown in plain sight. Expect a wonder of pure craft, a delightful instrument that is not only a beauty in the eye of thr beholder, but also is played scientifically by Scientia, that we could actually dream and wobble on this sedative groovy bits that Dreams could be made from. Oh yes, mesmerized and intriguided by everything we have heard and seen, felt and experienced… tired but happily inspireren by all the fascinating things that Western Australia clearly has to offer! I dont know about you, but im going to book another visit to this compilation very, very, very, very soon. Maybe even right now! Are you coming too? See you there! https://dogparkrecords.bandcamp.com/album/dwert KN
Artists: various Title: Yokine Keywords: experimental Label: dog park
Hello! Welcome! Or perhaps welcome back? In any case glad to see you having found your way to yeah I know it sucks, the only safe place out there about music that just doesn’t suck. I’ll knock wood on that fact, but you are free to ofcourse not take my words for granted. While you are here, feel free to go around this place, perhaps click the random link and dive into this giant mess, or… A much better idea: stay here, read along and (even a much much much better idea!) Listen to the music that I’m going to discuss. Why? A spot reserved for me in heaven, that’s why…
But before diving down this review or (let’s say) potential write-up, I would like the brave and utterly courageous readers to know that at this moment in time I’m strangely not utterly all ‘there’. No drinks or ‘medicines’ are floating around my body, yet my brain seems to be as disorganized as a busty tip dancer trying to make some click clack sounds while standing on a floor made out of egg shells. Maybe I do need meds or booze to ease it all out, but for the moment I had chosen to find a spot on top of a green teletubby-hill and tune into the music at full volume… As the good old Karl Heinz ‘beans’ Stockhausen once said: music or medicine. And I would reply to him into his grave: why not both?
Anyway, now that we got the mental state and ‘introduction’ out of the way, shall we go together to the land of Australia? And than specifically to the west? Yeah?! Great, mate!
What do we know about west Australia? I do not know what we as a collective know. From my own perspective I know that the pet shop boys sang ‘go west’ but if that was the west of Australia? Perhaps, as in all fairness the music of west Australia sounds so good, you really want to be a part of it somehow. Maybe if you are in Australia and luckily in the west, you could actually be THAT lucky, but for all others I reckon that listening to this compilation is the closest to your heart you could get to that real west Australian vibe. And trust me, it’s one not to be able to be pinpointed down. As clearly this West side is very much full of diversity and yet (very surpringly!) a case of when the curtains match the drapes.
First up we have some very typical western Australian names to open this experience. Namely: Adam Brown and Connor Hart. The music title ‘Wake up to yourself’ seems to be totally plugged into my cuckoo mindset of today, but the music is totally different. In fact it is an excellent opener to get me out of the state of personal madness and instantly export me into another sonic realm. One that I’m feeling very cozy and comfortable in, to be terribly honest… it has that hanging piano key and that vocal escapade that makes you instantly think of an outer body experience that is about to happen. It’s like an excruciating pain had taken over the musicians to marvelously create an scene in which even Alfred Hitchcock would peek out his head from his grave for. The bass sounds like the only sensible being out there, keeping the harmony together as the mood rises into a humane but strange seductive thriller. The visions that I had when hearing this was one of deemed darkness, of students failing their exams, old dirty basements in which things happend that the daylight rays would be completly traumatized by. So in all sufficient realness it is an excellent opener for a trip that will burn into you like a memorable memory.
Another very special West Australian name ‘Scientia’ is the one who had the difficult task to go next. Luckily Scientia brought out something super special… Yes, a Static Frog. Now we don’t need to be a crocodile dundee to know what a static frog is, but it is obvious that if you lick this creatures behind you will be tripping for many days. The static frog makes its own distinctive static frog sounds, which to me sounds like electric hopping mating sounds and indeed (hence the name!) beautiful static. But to proof Karl Heinz wrong again, this time the static noise are defined as music pieces that will make even the Amazon jungle frogs look bewildered. The static frog has that deep spread of sound going on to let its mates know where it is and of course how handsome and ready it is for humping. Of course it’s hard to say, as I’m not a static frog myself, but the call from the static frog as captured by Scientia does sound higly inviting. I wouldn’t mind to hop from pond to pond like a confused kangaroo to get to this one. I’m sure lots of static frog eggs will be made!
Now if you thought that this was special already, I have plenty of news for you: as after this we have a special name that sounds as if it’s been exported from Iceland, but is in fact a west Australian household name for many centuries. Heck, this artist is so famous in West Australia that it will ring a bell even if you hadn’t even set a foot in any of these territories. Yep, ofcourse I’m talking about the legendary Lürgid. Bjōrk once names her canary after Lürgid… Unfortunately it died on a volcanic ski trip… anyway, on this wonderful compilation Lürgid (mind you: not the canary!) brings a swinging modern sensation named Icarus to the happening. You can hear the rhythmic groove that makes a person think of dancing on the wooden hallway while the mysterious electronic experiments of a mad scientist are smoking up the same place with utter tension. A sensation that is like a wonderful trip as well as a deep dark experience into the depths of the mental health of the atypical western Australian. Pretty damn special, eh?
Funny thing with west Australia is that sometimes they write capital letters mid sentence. I do this too, but I’ll blame my bad spelling, but in wester Australia it is perfectly normal and totally accepted. But besides of this crucial fact, crONes had delivered a gracious work that seems to flow preciously out of some kind of dream. It’s one of these very special moments on this collection of excellent music as it’s so hard to define or describe. It makes ‘my job’ incredible hard, but also so much more enjoyable and interesting. To me it sounds like a portal had been opened and we don’t even notice that it had happened. crONes simply does this all in front of our faces and yet moves us in so gradually that without much resistance we are suddenly in some lush lucid dreamstate. Personally I feel cozy in here, bewildered but cozy nonetheless.
Now that we might be all into delightful confused happy headspace, I would really shake you all out of it again as now it’s the time to discuss the genius that is Gabbi Fusco. I know, it’s not cool to say genius and can lead to lethal abolishment of an artist’s craft (so please Gabbi don’t read this). But it is true that I did enjoy the music of Gabbi Fusco for many years now. As soon as I first came in contact with it (or rather my ears!) I have been ever thrilled to hear any material of this artist. The truth is that Gabbi simply never disappoints with the ability to surprise and entertain me with her music. And indeed, now happily included in this compilation of west Australian artists Gabbi Fusco simply slays again. Not with violence or bloody mayhem, but with exposing another side of the artist that simply wiped me out at first lissen. Seriously, Gabbi Fusco’s music knocked me out in all the right sentimental ways. But here with the piece named ‘mess in slow motion’ it was the voice of Gabbi that brought me to my knees straight into the adoring enfant mode. Wow! It just blew me away! With the warmth of an angel who is so true and successfully abandoned the whole destroying-ego bit to transmit a pure moment of voice and guitar that most artists would certainly sell their whole soul for. It’s what I would call a beautifull moment.
And from here on the feast of recognition just keeps on overflowing. As now it’s Samarobryn to take over, speeding our asses towards the dog swamp of west Australia by absolutely tuning into all the aspects of experienced experimental stereo enhancements. In here the magic of eating an apple can simple be turned into a gigantic happening of futuristic robots biting their electric teeth in these organic delicious pieces, while at the same time delivering a deviant serious piece in which the ears will be attacked from all possible (and impossible!) sides with simply the best that the west of Australia has to offer.
Legend has gone around the clock that when it’s full moon west Australian artist Jean-Michel Maujean transforms into a wolf to howl all hairy in the night. So far no evidence had been available, but here with the provided ‘Wangathaa Papa’ the artist included some really interesting audio evidence of this super natural skill. We can hear clearly the howling, the kind that gives any unexpected listener great shivers of inspiration… The mysterious sound and vibe of it all will be enough X to get agent Mulder and Scully on the case. From the first second to the last you will be doubting all your doubts about the existence of werewolves… And you know what? That is perfectly alright!
Just as it’s very hard to be an opener in being the presentable artist of west Australia, it is also very hard to be the one who closes it as a headliner. This honor here goes to Dan O’Conner. Again a very typical western Australian name that speaks to the local folklore as well as the ones interested on the outer spectrum. Dan O’Conner decided to end the compilation with a controversial statement named ‘human person against human people. Which indeed sounds like a hard battle and a slight mission impossible, but as a sound / music production it is coming across as something perfectionally reasonable. Somehow I think of plastic pipes, Tupperware airflow that goes from one side to another as if they are blown out in a hurry, rushing like a poisonous tea kettle that just needs to be on the edge of borderline-fluting to drive this all to a very satisfying end. I’ll hope you agree! https://dogparkrecords.bandcamp.com/album/yokine KN
Artist: K Tel Dancers Title: The Lost Tape Keywords: experimental, Perth
The K Tel Dancers might have lost their marbles while having fun back in the days, but luckily their energy tape that had gone away was found again! There the kind of energy of having multiple coffees while poking metallic objects in a electric socket is dumped to the stable of a weasels act, as it’s nothing compared to what listening to this cassette has provided. You can just feel the fun, the adrenaline speeding through your blood, your hairs rising up without the need of high voltage or a jar of gel.
Blast this in a car and you feel like you are driving way past the allowed speed. Iron clothes with it and you will see the steam of burning clothes as a pretty suitable punk rock special effect. The K Tel Dancers are smoking it up with the rawness that keeps you more alert than any energy drink on the market. You feel like you can walk the darkened alleyways where normally the wild alley cats would come to pick your eyes out. You feel on top of the world, as if you are the owner of a burning vehicle that just will never flame up.
You can sniff the youth like a vampire in the folklore books without having to suck blood or being stuck with a colony of half dead groupies that will annoy you wherever you go. Here it’s all about having no worries, even pimples might be an asset to your looks here as in the end the vibes captures here by these K Tel Dancers is that they are carefree, full of life, hope and just wanting to have fun. So move out of their earthspace or join them in this timeless time capsule of good things.
You don’t be an obstacle or hang around them, you must join and feed on that electricity of the times when all you thought of was having a good time, partying with your weirdo friends, tossing the make-up standards out of the window and embrace the (almost) innocent stage of purely having raw fun! Go, step in their shiny car, become the feared alley-cat and mash the government for good old time sake! https://dogparkrecords.bandcamp.com/album/the-lost-tape KN
Artist: Hunki Dori Title: Reverie Keywords: new age, beautiful music, psychedelic, ambient, experimental Label: ingrown records
Let’s go chill out, order a nice shot of something sweet and liquid. A cocktail of some colorful colours to sip up as your ears get served something equally full and mesmerizing colorful. After having a Reverie by Hunki Dori you simply feel like it’s the best thing to order wherever you go. In the pub, at a fancy restaurant or outside on the beach while talking to a confused takeaway cyclist. I mean sniff this stuff up and tell me that you want anything else. Unless you have a big hatred towards yourself or have other issues to deal with, it’s probably Hunki Dori that you want when you want to feel good for yourself. It’s that kind of arousing goodness that you feel it’s the kindest thing to give yourself, one that makes your inner parts sing, or somehow make indescribable noises from pure wellbeing. It’s as if the friendless gets instant friends, the lonely be suddenly loaded up with a room full of niceness that sufficiently gives them the vibe of wellbeing and being kind of beloved.
The mellowed music that plays out so nicely over here is simply the flute to follow towards a full place where everyone and everything is soothingly friendly, nice and beloved. Sensual solos dance along with humming harmonies, sweet guitar strokes are unarmed with friendly birds and the cozy background laughs of palls that you feel like you have known for your whole life. It is doe sure a delightful oase to experience, at times even bordering and stepping over to the realms of a heaven that isn’t the boring place as described in the books, but one in which we can joyfully dance to sunny goodness that warm up the cold and cool down the hot. Everyone will meet in the middle for a rhythm, a fancy clap and a tingling sensation of true musicality!
We might not know the secret ingredients that have gone in this beautiful blend of audio delight, but it certainly sounds like a lot of love, music skills and kind heartedness had gone in. Things twirl around like a paradise of musicology that makes it one of the best things you might hear to get to that place of harmonic motion of pleasantness. I didn’t know Hunki Dori before, but pretty sure it is a state of being. Being wonderfully talented that is & so kind to share this state with anyone luckily enough to follow this link and sip it all up! It makes me suddenly understand why the label behind it is called ingrown… As if this music doesn’t make you grow spiritually and your happiness contentment factors to the ultimate Viagra heights than nothing else is… Wonderful! https://ingrown.bandcamp.com/album/reverie KN
Artist: Bilg Title: Rain Keywords: experimental Label: Dog Park
Yes, it’s been awhile. Ages even. But I gave to rise from the temporary burial grounds to go in frontal gibberish mode; this music simply deserves a resurrection. So if you are laying low like the most of us, maybe it’s time for a listen and get back up again. So let me finger your eyes with some complimentary words of praise, only done when it is honest & you know: it can’t be more honest if it’s on yeah I know it sucks!
This album over here hits home like an orchestra in heath, ready to rinse and rise their strings to sound like they had never sounded before. You can hear their respected textures raising the roof of any imaginary theater, opera house or simply a person’s head. All the marbles are sparkling in all their receiving ways. These sounds, warm and fine, ripe and pure all wrap themselves in a atmosphere of sheer harmonic delights, they wring themselves out in the ether, zooming around in our multiple minds in order to play wonderful audio games within it.
This music is simply rearranging the way we look at it, sparkling away with pretty mystery in all it’s subtle glory. Here there is no ego or time to go full on berserk, but here it is a glimpse of delight. It feels at first as if its colorfully warmed up like a violinist with tons of experience, readily trained, yet truly on the path of new explorations and not afraid to go beyond possible expectations. Who cares about billions, mars and whatnot if you can’t see that the true beauty of traveling lays in front of us within the music of the incredible Bilg.
Now That we are shimmering in all this beauty, drooling away from the unbiased culture that flows out of here, we are simply still being kept up on our simple toes to keep the unexpected as close to our ears as possible. That is part of the beauty over here, all is serene and beautiful, yet there is the aspect of rawness, like the perfect cookie with here and there still some raw dough. It makes everything much more interesting, allowing us to slip away in a neath state of ear delivery, while also getting our brain a nice bamboozled edgy feeling.
Is it all a wonderful dream? Or is it perhaps a recording of a establishing a high definition phone call towards a perfect concert in pandemic times? Who knows? Maybe this post isn’t even real as it’s been a while. But I must come out of the blog graveyard and let these words flow as the music seems to ultimately speak to the soul and mind & you must be well dead in order to not respond in some way to it. You don’t have to listen, but if you do you will not need to squeeze your cheeks in order to feel that you are alive again, as even though the kindness captured here, it is the sound of life and not the one of misery, pain and sadness, but one that makes you feel like it’s all okay, better, prettier, hopefully a reason to find 2021 to not be so shitty afterall! Might this bit of ‘rain’ flush all your troubles away: https://dogparkrecords.bandcamp.com/album/rain <KN>