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Monday, 24 February 2014

ستة ستة سبعة | instrumentals | out now | vi . vi . vii

in further continued celebration of my, now critically acclaimed and indeed award-winning,  'six six seven' release, might i be so bold as to present the complete, unabridged instrumentals for the entire release, available for a reasonable sum from my own bandcamp page, containing my own production efforts alongside the enigmatic j.mason of iron filings and sellotape, and featuring the trumpet of s.huber and clarinet of m.born.


how i am consistently overwhelmed and jubilant at the reception this release has received thusfar, and how it gives me great pleasure to be able to extend the experience yet further by offering these instrumental versions, also now complete with six new texts in an accompanying digital booklet. do be sure to think about fixing yourself a copy, should you so desire. you contribution to my cause would be so very gratefully received.

all the love

jamesreindeer
leipzig, deutschland
24th february 2014


Monday, 10 February 2014

ستة ستة سبعة | instrumentals | coming soon | vi . vi . vii

so, in continued celebration of my 'six six seven' release, might i gladly announce that i shall be making the complete 'instrumentals' collection available for digital download from my bandcamp site on monday 24th february.


containing the full instrumentals for all six songs, as well as a twenty-page digital booklet featuring six new field reports based on the original compositions, not to mention a few other treats; please do be sure to think about fixing yourself a download when the release date arrives.

keep safe . all the love

jamesreindeer

leipzig, germany
9th february 2014

Friday, 31 January 2014

field reports from the old world - returning to the ancient heart of bohemia

how unusually mild winter weather it was for my latest excursion back to the wonders of the czech republic. i arose in the very early morning and made my way via straßenbahn from connewitz to the hauptbahnhof here in leipzig under gloomy grey skies threatening a few drops of rain, but the ground remained unfrozen, and the winter wind only blowing cool. i followed the trainlines a short ways northwest til the skyline of dresden loomed on the horizon, the schloss, the frauenkirche; all bathed in the muted winter half-light. til, finally the trainlines bore us in a southerly direction and into the heart of bohemia, it's majestic captial; the city of praha.

it was early afternoon when i stepped wearily out onto the platform and made my way down to the main concourse of praha hlavní nádraží; its sights now becoming wonderfully familiar to me. i set about fixing myself some czech koruna, a fresh bottle of water and my ticket to plzeň, before stepping outside to take in the mild wintry city air from one of the benches sitting on the small strip of parkland bordering washingtonova. how weary i felt from the long journey out of sachsen, but how glad i was to find myself once again in this beautifully romantic land, filled with such treasures and wonders; always just waiting to be uncovered.


i boarded the plzeň service in the late afternoon and watched the bohemian landscapes stretch out before me as i headed west along the line, even catching glimpses of two sets of deer couples frolicking in the fallow fields together, until the sun quickly began to set and dusk began to bathe the landscapes in a swift and steadily descending darkness. but how perfectly warm and cosy the carriage was and how friendly my fellow compartment passengers were. we followed the line all the way to plzeň and disembarked at the beautifully-crafted hlavní nádraží, its architecture hinting at the marvels of this ancient city; only serving to remind me how glad i was to return.

the mighty jan sinko from the místní borci crew was poised to collect me from the station and how it was only a short walk to the location, a walk which took us passed the now demolished old theatre, an empty lot waiting to be turned into luxury apartments or a shopping mall most-likely; a tragic blow to the city center. still, how we pressed onwards and arrived at the very cool pohoda music club, slung low deep within the basements of a bigger complex of perhaps three or four bars and clubs. but, embedded deep within the confines of this safehouse the rest of the world seemed like a million miles away.


the earl grey was soon brewing, stage preparations being made, two dogs were running wildly throughout the bar and all was very much in order. after some short while things were made even more comfortable with the arrival of the wonderful at bona fide family, their benelux counterparts at the later-to-be-staggering odeur de violettes. with the whole gang assembled and the guests arriving in droves it was clearly almost time for the evenings entertainment to begin; once a little backstage sustenance had been devoured, naturally.

benelux took to the stage first and quickly revealed a well-crafted line of what could possibly be described as 'surf-gaze'; a fine blend of elements that had me think of east bay rays' guitar lines for early dead kennedys, of velvet underground inspired noise-action, all being held together by a warm field of indie and shoegaze vibes which all melded to create a splendid whole. i had previously been told of their work, but how it was certainly a delight to hear it for the first time being issued at a megalithic volume within the confines of this small underground cavern.


to the best of my understanding odeur de violettes is one girl, that goes by the name of laví, who performs a very stunning line in super-heartfelt acoustic singer-songwriter material, and is very much in control of what she is doing. her first order of business was to refuse playing on the main stage through the sound system and rather performing acoustic in the relative quite of the fussball antechamber. at first just a few of us huddled together to hear her curious magic, but by the end of the set almost the whole club was squeezed into this tight room and marveling at her stunning pieces. truly magical indeed, and well worth investigating.

before too long, at bona fide were ready to take to the stage, and how it was an event i had been anticipating for some long while. zuzka, their bass-player, was my first connexion in ostrava on my first tour to the czech republic and how i have come to be very good friends with the ostrava family, but had long had to wait til there was a chance to get to see them perform their own fantastic music, and how it truly was a delight indeed. just massive, massive waves of full-noise-field-shoegaze; truly epic in every possible way, and managing to drown us in velvet's noise work-outs as well us bathe us in shimmering dream-pop waves en route; thoroughly excellent work indeed. still, how even-luckier i was to be able to join them onstage for one song before beginning my own performance; magical times indeed.


how i must also take a moment to say how much of a pleasure it was to perform, to audition some of the songs from my new album for the first time, and to have such a warm audience listening keen in attendance. still, with the live music concluded it was time to start the serious process of drinking long into the early hours. luckily, for my part, the earl grey kept flowing and how i was treated to a host of wonderful conversations, not least of all with the enchanting miss katie elznicova; the singer, guitarist and songwriter behind the very amazing manon meurt, an upcoming plzeň dream-pop / shoegaze band who have already had the pleasure of supporting my bloody valentine for their recent praha show. our introduction came by way of the very wonderful miss vendula skalková and how the rest of the evening was spent discussing music, the arts, life and all therein; a thoroughly fascinating conversation within the chaos of the ever-maddening bar.

still, how 'the end' came very literally in the form of the doors being played on the sound system. we all ferried our was out into the very early morning hours, yet how the city still seemed to be a blur of activity; late night bars with folk still spilling in and out of them, the buses and trams clattering and droning along the main-streets. slowly our number began to splinter as we began to bid each other farewell for the evening, some with plans for sleeping, some with plans for more drinking. for my own part i wandered to the quiet of our sleeping location with zuzka, to join the others that had retired previously and to get some precious sleep before the excitement of the new day dawned.


i awoke around midday, wrapped in my sleeping bag, on the floor of a kitchen in a second or third floor apartment. most of the gang were nowhere to be seen, but zuzka and a couple of other late-risers were still on the scene, and how, after a quick tea, we gathered ourselves up to head out into the afternoon, to re-commune with the others and find ourselves a little something to eat. the day was relatively mild still as we walked down towards the old square, connected with half of the rest of our team at the foot of the towering katedrála sv. bartoloměje before walking on to a nice cosy pub to meet the rest of our number and take some much needed lunch, and start to think about making our way by car to the next location.

how it had been a really wonderful, crazy, chaotic night indeed, and how i must take a moment to send so much thanks to everyone involved and everyone who made it down. so much love to the mighty jan, petr and the místní borci crew for arranging such a magical event, the whole pohoda crew for making us feel so welcome in their magical venue; standa, ráďa, and all those names i didn't get to learn, vojta for handling the sound so well, the awesome benelux, odeur de violettes and at bona fide for the wonderful music, matěj hošek for his awesome photography, and extra-special thanks to vendula and katie for the wonderful conversations. sending all the love, and here's to next time indeed.

next field report : under a wintry full moon

keep safe

jamesreindeer
leipzig, deutschland
28th january 2014



Tuesday, 31 December 2013

most honourable mentions - 2013

so, might i let my final entry in this years musical reflections be dedicated to some most honourable mentions; the releases that i was forced to agonisingly remove from my final short-list of exceptional works that saw the light of day across the last twelve months.

in some cases i found the releases to be slightly flawed, or perhaps a little too patchy, when forced to be over-critical, but for the most part it was simply a case of forcing myself to strip back the final list to the absolute bare essentials. either way, the selection reads thusly.

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ancient mith - and the dead shall lie there


always a pleasure to get to audition a new long-player from the perennially captivating ancient mith. how he is more than capable of  delivering a full albums' worth of texts without once losing sight of the cohesive whole or growing tedious... and here's to the next eu-tour!


david lynch - the big dream


anything new from david lynch will always be a notable moment, since my teenage fascination with his creative world, and how intruiged i am to see him release a new album so soon since the previous outing. more confounding, infuriating, mesmerising, captivating material to be sure.


soso - not for nothing


how i have long been partial to the works of the mighty soso, and how this latest outing is immediately captivating and remains so for its short duration. i am always struck by the sheer craft that he employs with each of his releases, giving them always the necessary gravitas to enthrall.


nosunnofood - nosunnofood


edison has been one of my 'all-time-favourite' producers for a long time now and how any outing from his musical realm is surely guaranteed to captivate, enthrall, entertain, sooth and stimulate. a perfect excursion back into his sonic landscapes between official solo releases.


james p honey - dIv_ØØNYgHN


the young captain honey murdering his way through half-an-hour of barbed materials. for my money always more visceral and captivating when stripped-down, these songs are further proof of his magnificent artistic path over the last few years.


earl sweatshirt - doris


probably the most 'hyped' release on this small list and how it was a curiously-intriguing item indeed. there can be no denying his incredibly powerful voice, nor his excellent flow, and how the lyrics and, for the most part beats, were able to generate a consistent journey though his world.


prodigy & alchemist - albert einstein


an unexpected treat to be sure. i cannot begin to explain how much i listened to the early mobb deep records as a teenager, nor how bemused i was by their plunging descent into utter dross. so, what a delight to hear prodigy offering bar after bar of gold, over a full-albums' worth of solid beats.


action bronson & harry fraud - saab stories


scarcely able to bring myself to allow this release art onto this blog, but i cannot deny how many times i listened to 'alligator' and 'seven series triplets' this year; only two out of the six songs on offer, but just so compelling as to carry the weight of the release onto this list.


tesk - nerves


an absolutely stunning debut release from the masterful tesk. how it probably would have been in the short-list had it not arrived so late in the year, only giving me the chance to begin to be blown away by all that lays within. a full tape of shimmering magical hues. utter bliss.


home - word


how little could be more welcome that a futher release from the always-masterful home. how this new set of ten songs carried me forward through this year on buoyant wings, always offering a keen and clear eye on the reasons why we are indeed moving forward. truly wonderful.

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so, there we have it, my humble take on the musical facts in the case of 2013. i sincerely hope that you found a few enjoyable moments within, have managed to discover some new treats for your own archives, or simply enjoyed the shared understanding of mutual tastes, and how i sincerely hope that we are all still here this time next year to celebrate once again.

in final parting, i would also like to reference a number of artists that didn't make it onto any of these lists, simply by way of my having not had the chance to audition their works over the last twelve months. i am keenly looking forward to hearing the latest releases from the following:

jesu, boards of canada, carcass, odd nosdam, the haxan cloak, arcade fire, low, billy woods & blockhead, cathedral, burial, bill callahan, dakota, tim hecker and many more ...the tale is ongoing indeed...


sending all the love, keep safe and take care

jamesreindeer

leipzig, deutschland
30th december 2013


Monday, 30 December 2013

top ten releases of 2013

as promised, i have managed to allow myself enough time to rifle through this last years' archives in an attempt to isolate what i consider to be the best musical releases of the last twelve months. in truth, it proved to be quite a difficult task and so, following this list shall be another containing 'most honourable mentions', just to satisfy my completist tendencies.

still, after much agonising, i have managed to pare the list down to ten releases, spanning a wealth of styles and genres, from big-names to underground-heroes, from whistfully soothing to outrageously heavy; a splendid bunch indeed. so, might i request that you take a moment to put your feet up and have yourself a little perusal of the treats i have collected herein.

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swordplay & pierre the motionless - tap water


despite some outrageously stiff competition, i would argue that this was my 'most anticipated' release of 2013, and would also probably have secured itself the top-spot, should i have buckled and reduced myself to listing them in my own order of greatness. not surprisingly 'tap water' has been featured on a lot of end-of-year lists and has received a good deal of press throughout the year and for good reason. for my own part, i was equally blown away by both swordplay and pierre the motionless from the first time i heard their sounds, and knew that this album would be something very, very special indeed. still, how they managed to outdo all of my expectations, bringing to the table a collection of impeccably crafted songs that come together to form a cohesive album in the most truest sense. in a modern age of rushed-releases, low quality albums and cobbled-together mixtapes, this release really highlights what can be accomplished artistically when truest craftsmen allow themselves the time to get it right. five stars, five mics, five cups of black tea. utterly essential.


koko blue - crosses and planks


the debut album from koko blue took me completely unexpectedly and had me absolutely fall in love with it almost directly. i had luckily managed to stumble upon news of the release and secured myself one of the most generous 'free downloads', found myself listening to it religiously and then was even more delighted to discover a limited edition cd version being released soonafter, which i naturally had to scoop up directly. the release coincided with the warmest weeks of the summer in the old world and how it soon became my soundtrack for days of riding to the lake by bicycle, gazing out over the shimmering waters, or relaxing in the soothing warmth of the evening, gentle breezes blowing through the window. thirteen songs so perfectly realised and not short of a few killer 'singles' too; the whole release a beautifully cohesive whole, wonderfully soothing, yet filled with a very real gravitas by way of the seemingly effortlessly penned texts relating tales of truly heartfelt moments. an utterly magical spell-binding album that i shall be sure to keep near me at all times as the years continue to race by. investigate immediately.


opium lord - the calendrical cycle - prologue : the healer


the horror. the outrage. i somehow very gladly managed to stumble upon the sounds of opium lord around the time of the promotional release of this two-track monster whilst in the ruhrgebiet working with dyxz on the beginnings of the dyxz.born.rndr extension of the throne burner project. somehow lurking on some dark metal blog these two songs absolutely exploded in my headphones and had me immediately pestering dyxz to audition them over the speakers. i can still vividly recall the looks on our faces as we were visibly shaken by the near-impossible magnificence of these utterly ruthless compositions. i have been a keen follower of the heaviest of sounds for more than twenty-years now, but the devastation of 'heroin swirls' and 'street labs' really did instill in me the kind of excitement i felt when first hearing 'seasons in the abyss' echo from within my sisters bedroom as a very young man. still, how a lovely sense of nostalgic pride washed over me to discover that they are a young set of gentlemen hailing from birmingham, uk; the birthplace of all that is metal; a fitting fact indeed. i hear tell that the debut album shall soon be upon us and how i'm honestly not sure that i have anticipated a metal release quite so heavily. if you like your death / doom / sludge / grind, then you need this. you really need this.


laska - laska


how very warming a feeling to be able to include a decorative stamp release on this list indeed, and what a majestic one too. i had been privy to the goings-on at the newly-formed laska camp and was keen to learn that their debut release was nearing completion and simply had to find myself asking very nicely if we could release it in conjunction with the stamp, and how graciously they did agree. three songs that hint at such vast worlds beyond, all shimmering with such a warm beauty; the perfect melodic work of rhys and amy, their magical twin-voices working in perfect unison and the whole being so effortless shaped together by the unbeatable treatments of the mighty beatoven. how the whole release gives me such a strong sense of some kind of identity that could be prescribed to modern electronic music hailing from the united kingdom, but which resonates with a tone of borderless understanding. of course, the always-staggering lyrics of rhys never fail to add the needed gravitas to such a release, and how their accents sure are pretty, but it is the way that the trio operate together, each displaying their greatest strengths that secures this outing a place in this list. wonderfully soothing, perfectly brooding, effortlessly hypnotic; magical indeed.


ghostface killah - twelve reasons to die


this year of our lord 2013 did indeed mark the twentieth anniversary release of the '36 chambers' and thusly marked my twentieth anniversary of being an undying fan of the ghostface killah, and what better way to be able to cherish this fact than revel in what quickly became one of my absolute favourite solo releases from the god himself. whilst the rest of the clan steadily let themselves descend into painful mediocrity i have always found myself to be very keen to hear what is to emerge next from ghostface and how 'twelve reasons to die' was a real treat indeed. forgiving the slightly hackneyed plot of this 'concept album', which is not so overbearing to detract from the whole, the release flows with such energy and gusto that one simply cannot help but be swept up in this new set of street tales which he unfolds. a great part of the credit must of course be given to one adrian younge for serving up some utterly staggering production that has the album hang together as the perfect foundation for ghostface to do his thing, made even more powerful by what appear to be genuinely enthused guest-spots from other members of the clan. still further, there is a wonderfully experimental nature to the release with some passages sounding truly bizarre; another welcome addition to the overall work. not world-changing, by wonderfully entertaining, and easily securing itself a place on this list.


run the jewels - run the jewels


i did find myself just a little late to the run the jewels party, but clearly needed to make my way there in my own time. as much as a few songs from the last el-p album really blew me away, i wasn't feeling the whole release quite enough to get so very excited, and how i regrettably slept on killer mike's 'r.a.p music', a fact which i have very gladly managed to remedy, which finally lead me full-circle onto this stunning release. now that the curious-surprise of el-p and killer mike joining forces is quite some ways behind us, all that is left is to marvel at how magical a combination they are together indeed. i am, of course, one of many graduates from the school of 'funcrusher plus' and have been a keen el-p listener since my late-teens and am always ready to hear his latest musical developments, and how this release is yet another fascinating excursion further into his steadily-evolving sound; always captivating and setting a masterful stage for raps that need to be very high quality to maintain the balance. gladly both gentlemen really do offer us some wonderfully captivating wordplay that does indeed keep the attention-level high at all times. this is the kind of quality that we should be able to expect from such hard-working artists and how reassuring and enjoyable that they should indeed deliver on such a scale.


the knife - shaking the habitual


a new album from the knife is always going to be a big deal, and how they are always guaranteed to confound, to mesmerise and to push boundaries as far as their immense reputation will allow. from the arc of their releases thusfar it would have been fair to predict that this latest album would be the 'darkest' and 'weirdest' yet and, to that end they certainly don't dissapoint, but could any of us have been prepared for just quite how dark and weird it really is? one could even perhaps be forgiven for thinking that they really are just messing with us, given the utterly appalling album artwork, the audacious running-time and the bizarre juxtaposition of sounds, melodies and texts that make up this powerful collection. but, once allowing oneself to slowly soak up this immense body of work, the initial doubt, confusion and turmoil gives way to something incredible powerful, emotive and beautiful; masterstrokes indeed. i would be very willing to admit that this is quite easily the 'most-challenging' release on this list and really does demand a lot from the listener, but how wonderfully paradoxical that the most cerebral, most dense, most demanding release on this list is the only one that might find itself filed in the 'dance' section. joy.


my bloody valentine - mbv


any new release from my bloody valentine would surely guarantee its place on absolutely all end-of-year lists, even if it was only for the sake of hip-journalists trying desperately to cover their backs, but how they did indeed manage to unveil a 'new' collection of songs which does only serve to cement their reputation at the undisputed and much-imitated masters of shoegaze. the fact that the lions share of the material was written and perhaps even recorded but a few years after 'bloody kisses' can only be seen as a strong feature of this release. how the sound of their much-hallowed second album was so distinctive that the only way to perhaps satisfy listeners with a sequel would be to return directly to that source and continue to mine the depths therein, and how this release does exactly that; and somewhat effortlessly, it seems. mbv gets it exactly right, it is the perfect continuation of what we have all loved about the band for so long now, and only branches out a little into newer territory, enough to feel there has been a little development upon the path, but not too much to allow us to sense that they have wandered off in some direction influenced by the myriad on imitators that have taken their place in the intervening years. like stepping into the past, but through a new lens, somehow seeing everything splendid and anew.


dale cooper & the dictaphones - quatorze pièces de menace


another keenly anticipated release for this year, and one that did not disappoint. having been tuned onto the sounds of dale cooper & the dictaphones many years ago by the mighty fbcfabric, i have always been quick to reach for their music on frequent occasion and was thus over-the-moon to hear of fresh material on the horizon in the form of this new, sprawling release. once again we return to that effortlessly uneasy nocturnal world in which they invoke, and once again they slowly managed to expand the reach of their musical-magics by way of steadily drawing in more and more styles and feelings whilst still maintaining their own signature variant of the dark-jazz sound, as perfected by the masterful angelo badalamenti those long years ago now. still, here as with all their releases, it is the crisp and calculating electronic edge that pushes the whole in its own identifiable direction, and with such an ambitious running-time there is opportunity aplenty for them to explore their ever-altering whole to oftentimes mesmerising effect. how i sincerely hope that they may indeed be able to extend their listenership wider-still with this highly-polished release, that many more folk will be able to discover the delights of this powerful group of musicians.


walter gross - rotorcraft


utter, unspeakable devastation, always. walter gross is a name synonymous with monolithic noise terror, and rightly-so. anyone even vaguely interested in the possibities of sonic devastation within a beat context really ought accept that he has, by now, become a true master of the art indeed. how fortunate i found myself to be back in the spring to be able to play a show alongside the man himself at the legendary djazz in duisburg, north-west germany, and was treated to an utterly-relentless assault of a live performance which included cuts from this mighty release, and did indeed gratefully receive a copy of the release itself as a kind gift, for which i shall be eternally-grateful. 'rotorcraft' is an absolute bloody-mess of a release, spewing its gnarled and twisted guts all over the soundstage in horrific display after horrific display or sprawling noise-terror and frightening audio-threats, as if some kind of surreal nightmare with an all-too-real blackened core ready to burrow its way out into the waking day with each new distorted vocal-tone. this is scarcely music, more like some biologic-weaponry developed with the intent of purging sanity from fragile minds. one for anyone brave, or adept enough to travel to the darkest of regions.

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so, there we have it. another wonderfully-mixed bag indeed; a little something for everyone perhaps. still, might i heartily recommend you investigate anything that tickles your fancy, as i will wholeheartedly stand by my opinion that each of the above releases is of the absolute highest quality indeed and without a doubt worth a good deal of your listening time.

again, thank you muchly for your time and attention, and how i do trust you might be finding yourself inspired to do a little investigation or re-celebrating from your own archives of the last year, and do expect a final list of 'honourable mentions' to follow; celebrating just a few more releases that i had to force myself to strip away from this short-list selection.

sending all the love, keep safe

jamesreindeer
leipzig, deutschland
29th december 2013

Sunday, 24 November 2013

this is exactly what it's like : numbers 011-020


no.011 : prison soup - bill veeck

without a doubt one for the 'songs for my own funeral' list. performed by babelfishh on the out-of-tune piano that was subsequently burnt ceremonially for the 'scathing sentiments' video, and featuring the blistering twin-chew of himself and evak, devastating line after devastating line. there are few vocal combinations that can drive a song as hard as the 667 texas league members operating together at full capacity. i first heard this tape on the rooftop of a crumbling apartment block in gut city under a blistering spring sun having just returned from the cool of the mountains of the l'abruzzo. things have never been the same since.


no.012 : raekwon - glaciers of ice

i am about to turn seventeen years old, taping funkmaster flex sessions from westwood's radio one rap show, picking up vinyl from wyld pytch, selectadisc and mr. bongo, rocking oversized bleubolt jeans, airwalk gto's with fat laces, a stussy shirt, a tommy hill hoodie and a carhart baseball cap. riding my chrome bmx around croydon and working on my freestyling and dj-ing skills whilst continuing to start seriously thinking more about my beats and rhymes; as if the summer would never end. so much classic material was released that year, that summer, but this one 12", criminology / glaciers of ice. the drums, the samples, the flows, the lyrics. utterly hypnotic, utterly captivating, and still standing the test of the time with each new summers' passing.


no.13 : ol' dirty bastard - snakes

it is the summer of '95, late at night, and i am riding my bmx through croydon on a solo night mission, headphones on, 'return to the 36 at full volume', every song just blowing me away with every listen. but then 'snakes' would come on and just up the ante one-hundred fold. that old kung-fu flick sample intro, the bassline rising like a vast serpent from the desert sands, the utterly monolithic beat driving it forward, then this utterly spell-binding vocal sample to lay a serene and soothing veil across the track before the killah priest begins the immense waves of staggering vocals, each emcee drawing us in further and furhter, layer by layer, and i need scarcely attempt to draw attention to ol' dirty's verse itself; pure madness, especially by mid-nineties standards, yet so utterly captivating, affecting and so driven, sheer delight in the hypnotic delirium.


no.14 : perseph one - ey you

in the turmoil and chaos of the summer of 2012 this song was a calm center in the long-storm. the steadily measured-out mahavishnu sample, the relentless beat, and perseph's utterly enthralling flow and lyric sheet, calm and meticulous. devastating line after devastating line, bar after bar. a mirror readjusted into a mosaic. a burning hot summer sun beating down upon the rhein-main, texas winds of 667, slow movements through the chaos of the long days, the azure blue of heavens and the white-washed walls of the hof, earl grey haze and penning lines in notebooks to be returned to once the relative cool of the night descends.


no.015 : scaramanga - seven eyes, seven horns

with the first stab of the organ i close my eyes and wait for the drums to come crashing in. it is forever the summer of '98 and i am forever in paul slater's car, late at night, turning from the coulsdon road onto petersfield crescent, returning home from another night taking in another hip-hop show in the city. gazing out of the window, the shimmering starlight, the warmth of the evening on the breeze and scaramanga's relentless bars, him detailing nostalgic scenes over the hymn-like track, and now these nostalgic teenage dreams are my own. that intangible sense of youth, of feeling as if always on a new path, even with long childhood memories already gathered. i was fifteen... this is exactly what it's like.


no.016 : hank williams iii - country heroes

it is spring 2009, and i am in oskar ohlson's old apartment in mainz, germany, with babelfishh and jamesphoney. after spending the previous six weeks touring through north america and europe we found ourselves with a day off, and spent it near-motionless, moving between oskar's room and his balcony, sweltering in the unexpected heatwave that proceeded the fierce rainstorm which would follow the subsequent evening. babelfishh had a few songs on a beaten-up usb stick for our listening pleasure. this was the first time that i head 'holiday of sisiphus' and 'big top telos', twin-devastations from the forthcoming third papervehicle album, still a year from release, and also the sounds of hank iii utterly owning this amazingly-simple track, which has been stuck in my head ever since.


no.017 : songs:ohia - two blue lights

a song that feels as though it has always been with me. how i have auditioned its lilting tones in so many places, at so many different times, different stages in my adult life. how it has come to haunt me with my own memories as it first haunted me with some strange knowing or understanding the very first time it's saddened tones echoed out before me. this sensitive brevity, these few simple lines, this simple text to transport us directly there. we are within the moment, completely lost within the moment, and it is as if all truly is lost. but how some poetic beauty remains, to instill within us a vague hope, the flickering candle-light holding us close til the dawn rises.


no.018 : tortoise & bonnie 'prince' billy - the calvary cross

i first heard this track soon after its release, when a close friend at the time brought over his newly-acquired vinyl copy. the album spoke to me a little, this track being the highlight, but it was not til many years later that i came to fall under its spell completely. it was the end of the summer of 2009 and i was in sardegna, in fertilia, brewing tea on a camping stove under the bright starlight, feeling the gentle breeze blowing in and listening to the whispering of the long grass that outlined the estuary making its way inland from the sandy shore. this soothing song sounding out from a portable cassette player and the waves of peace, calm and tranquility describing to me exactly what it's like.


no.019 : songs:ohia - the body burned away

the bleakest of devastation. the body burned away. one of the first songs: ohia piece i heard, in a folder of loose mp3's from a friend which arrived in time for me to directly scoop up the 'didn't it rain' vinyl and fall deeply into this haunting, hypnotic, desolate world. there is something so definite, so measured, so exact, so precise in this peace; this slow-unfolding that jason molina was so adept at crafting. it is the slowly crumbling monolith, being slowly worn away by the elements, the slow grinding into dust of all things, the inevitable fate of anything that dares to stand in the depths of the unending storm. this is exactly what it's like.


no.020 : babel fishh & oskar ohlson - grayest work day yet

as much as i have religiously auditioned their twin vinyl releases, each time i hear their songs i am directly transported in my thoughts to all the myriad live shows i have caught of the ohlsons alongside babelfishh across the murky wastes of the old world. from kellers to bunkers, to az's to bars and clubs, and always the same unstoppable wave of energy that, once unleashed, can only bring about wave after wave after wave on twin-headed chewing madness over the hardest of hitting band setups. babelfishh's text, rendered whole with secondary vocals by winterismyname combined with the musical might of oskar ohlson always charts newfound heights of artistic energy. this is exactly what it's like.

keep safe

jamesreindeer

leipzig, deutschland
23rd november 2013


Friday, 15 November 2013

this is exactly what it's like : numbers 001-010


no.001 : ragnar kjartansson - guð

never actually released as a piece of music, but rather the soundtrack to an audio/visual installation by the icelandic artist working on collaboration with a group of others. something i stumbled into as part of a wider exhibition at the mathildenhöhe in darmstadt at the very beginning of summer 2012. a pink room, lined with velvet curtains, a big band on the screen, tuxedos and evening dresses, beaming smiles on their faces, performing this refrain over and over and over and over again. a deluge of sadness in ever-building waves; a delicate poem describing with such close understanding exactly what it's like.

no.002 : songs:ohia - didn't it rain

one of many songs for the last day on earth. it would be an impossibly churlish act to even dare attempt to describe the bottomless depths of power, strength, fragility and desperate sadness within the work on the now-all-too-legendary jason molina, and this, for me, perhaps his most telling piece, should one be forced to extract a single entity from his overwhelming catalogue. every line is a blade to the heart and a flickering candle burning simple hope in the long dark. i am beside myself in tears within the first moments, ready to bathe in the fragile glow for all time.

no.003 : slowdive - machine gun

a soothing dream bathed in the perfect fuzzy-distortion of the sound of shoegaze operated by one of its finest group of purveyors. blue summer skies and a shimmering radiance falling across the surrey-hills, endless childhood days, a whistful dream of peace playing gently across the leaves dancing in the light on high canopies. a wonderful calm that seems to extend out into the horizon forever, trailing cloudveils changing colour in its wake.

no.004 : jackie-o mf - beautiful september [we are going there]

a spell i first fell under during the summer of 2005, hazy dreams of gentle walks across the north-downs, resting in dappled glades of shimmering sunlight. the memories of endless childhood days mixing in with the slow understanding of the steady passing of time. the quiet murmuring of a steadily approaching autumn, ready to steal away the heat and light of the long days, to paint the hillsides in deep-reds and golden-browns. a faint melancholic stirring of slow-nostaliga coming in.

no.005 : low - two-step

a band first introduced to me by fbcfabric during the long production to our album together. i remember being wrapped in blanket, cradling tea in his makeshift studio in newcastle and first hearing their desperately-sad melodies issuing from the monitors. it always sounds like a cold mid-western winter; frozen fields and snowdrifts, the melancholic dark of the winter, the warmth of the stove and fireplace. keeping warm together in the depths of the descent.

no.006 : Διαφανα Κρινα - Βάλτε Να Πιούμε

the true masters of the modern greek tragedy. i am in athens, in mοναστηράκι, taking lipton yellow label tea and smoking assos international at the foot of the parthenon. the heat of the city, the forthcoming onset of the long night. the endless noise, chaos and confusion of the ancient capital, and the slow, steady descent of the terrible sadness of knowing of how fleeting it all is. the dream collapsing with each new moments passing.

no.007 : yo la tengo - blue line swinger

when the service-revolver put to my head, then i choose this as my favourite song in the world, from my favourite album in the world. it is the spring of 2003 and i am sitting in my third-floor apartment on eailing broadway, opposite the town hall and next to the old cinema. the sound of emergency vehicles and taxis sounding out in the night as the music steadily builds to a seemingly-endless crescendo. and this absolutely perfect text, these timeless words of pure understanding. how more soothing words could never be spoken, how it is all one can hope and ever need to hear.

no.008 : espers - black is the color

to suffer death one thousand times. black is the color. to be alive, to seek love, to love, to be loved. this is exactly what it's like. to be apart from the one you love, to miss them with all your heart. to be broken-hearted, to be torn apart. to suffer the ills and woes, the myriad torments, the loss, the regret, the tragic undoing of all that was once a dream of a perfect whole. to fall away into despair only to gentle rekindle the bitter hope. this is exactly what it's like.

no.009 : bonnie 'prince' billy - death to everyone

finding meaning in a meaningless world. these short lives, filled with so much suffering. each soul with their own cross to carry, with their own burden to bare. how it is the blackest of comedies indeed. how absurd and strange the most futile path can appear. how we are at moments completely lost, completely broken, and in the next moment all that can be done is to laugh and marvel at the ridiculous pursuit of it all. a curious and perculiar life within a yet-more bizarre world. we are swept up in events beyond our control and so often reduced to motionless reflection.

no.010 : mount eerie - lost wisdom

images of loss within the frozen cold. i originally stumbled upon mount eerie via the very-splendid blog over at WFMU, procuring myself a digital copy of the 'seven new songs' collection and was of course a fan from the first moments. but truly, mount eerie makes me think of dug yuck and babelfishh before all others. communing with them in various venues, basements and backrooms across europe, talking long on the power of the music, of the darkness laying in wait at the foot of the distant mountain ranges. the soothing calm of the frozen still rising to an impossible screaming gale. there is something magical and dark in the wilderness, and how it eeks into our bones when we reach out to find it.

keep safe

jamesreindeer
mulheim-an-der-ruhr
deutschland

Thursday, 14 November 2013

this is exactly what it's like : an introduction

for the past almost eighteen months i have been posting a series of songs via my personal facebook page, vaguely-esoterically titled 'this is exactly what it's like', slowly gathering a numbered list of tracks, decided upon by whim of the moment to build up an ongoing collection of some of my favourite music.

for some time i have been thinking about the best way to present them in a more satisfying form, collected together and with some annotation and explanation on my part as to exactly why they are exactly what it's like, and now that i am approaching the 200 song mark, i thought it might be high-time to take action.

still, it would be only right to mention that, as with a number of my projects, a final spur of impetus was provided by my dearest brother james p honey, in his quizzing me for the whole list and requesting that i might somehow make them available in a more cohesive state. and how fitting this would be too, for the title of the series is indeed inspired by one of our own lyrics.

i have long been a passionate fan of so many forms of music, purely driven by the feeling that each song, each album, each band, each live show would give me, sensing this overwhelming feeling in the moment that it is indeed exactly what it's like, to be here, to be alive, now, in the moment; some intangible magnificent sensation.

but how there is such a weight attached too, such a gravitas, as with everything in life, when studied close enough. so often the music is sad, as is the nature of this life; the weight and sadness of the music and words reflecting our own feelings, allowing us to mine deep trenches of troubled emotions in an attempt to understand, to truly feel.

in the case of 'the price of grey' which the lyric is taken from, honey and i were exploring very dark themes indeed; the world as viewed through the lens of the television, the way the world is presented to us, the way it is twisted and altered to manipulate our emotions, our needs. a dark exploration of the troubles of our times.

moreover, in my own personal work, and that of so many others, the act of creating is in itself trying to describe exactly what it is like, and how there is a cathartic release in being able to externalise these feelings and sensations and this great sense of communion that follows in being able to share these works with other souls.

in the very same way, selecting the perfect song is an artistic gesture in itself; being able to sustain a mood, a sensation, to bring the listener through an emotive journey with a selection of compositions finely-tuned to a certain feeling, to a certain mood. the skills employed by bedroom dj's and mixtape creators, the art of describing exactly what it's like.

still further though, how 'real life', how it really is exactly like, is not a straight-forward linear narrative, in any context. our world flits around us, our senses take snapshots at intervals, we filter the material, subconsciously or otherwise, our moods cab alter with such rapidity, our thoughts taking us into so many places, and how the music can describe this for us.

'this is exactly what it's like' is a series aiming to be as true to my own personal path through this ongoing shared experience, knowing that the materials i am gathering together are all very much in the public domain and therefore relevant and personal in different degrees to different listeners at different times, creating a widely-disparate, but hopefully cohesive whole.

it would of course be churlish not to accept that this collection is based purely on my own musical tastes and can therefore only be seen as a narrow glimpse of a greater whole. but still, i like to imagine that, in my long years of listening, my taste has diversified enough for anyone listening to perhaps be able to find some new and interesting threads for their own musical voyage.

so gladly, might i begin to present 'this is exactly what it's like', the complete archives

jamesreindeer
mulheim-an-der-ruhr
deutschland

14th november 2013

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