Tag: sludge

New Canadiana :: Rollrgrrl – Autophobia

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Beats that side scroll through the sludge of a beat-em-up’s mean streets. Looped hiss trips around the moody madness of forgotten and unwanted family photos. Samples cobbled from the clang and clatter of a cluttered apartment’s junk drawer. These tracks skip the needle out of fixation, giving tone to the fuzzed out gray matter.

Des rythmes défilant à travers la boue de rues malfamées à régler des comptes. Un sifflement en boucle qui se débat dans la folie changeante de photos familiales oubliées et non désirées. Des extraits arrachés d’un bric-à-brac : toutes les cochonneries d’un appartement accumulées dans un tiroir. Ces pistes font sauter l’aiguille par fixation, donnant une tonalité à la matière grise.


Rollrgrrl – Guilt


Rollrgrrl – Deceit

New Canadiana :: Good People – Life is Very Long

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The stick-n’-poke-stained hand of the lifeguard waves you on. You’re up next on Powerviolence, the waterslide in the multi-gen post-grow-op punk-house. It smells like bongwater. Inside, your experience parallels a DMT trip soaked in the legacy of the hardcore music that is the very fabric of your enclosure. Blows to the head may not be a part of the design but certainly contribute to the experience. Like Alice, you tumble into a wonderland of frustration, black-out aggression, and the marginalization of humanity in general. The pit and the sweaty, bruised mess you’ll be after is your White Rabbit. You did this to yourself.

La main recouverte de tatouages artisanaux du sauveteur te fait signe d’avancer. C’est ton tour de grimper dans Powerviolence, glissade d’eau dans la maison punk multigén post-grow-op . Ça sent comme l’eau d’un bong. Une fois à l’intérieur, ton expérience se dédouble en un trip de DMT inondé de musique hardcore, celle-là même qui compose ton enclos. Les coups que tu reçois sur la tête ne sont peut-être pas voulus, mais ils font partie de l’expérience. Tout comme Alice, tu tombes dans un pays des merveilles fait de frustration, d’agressions, de pertes de connaissance et de marginalisation générale de l’humanité. L’épave couverte de sueur et de bleus que tu seras après, c’est ton Lapin blanc. Tu t’es fait ça à toi-même.


Good People – You’re Only as Rank as You Feel


Good People – Head Shaft Head

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New Canadiana :: Weed – Deserve

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Weed’s bummed-out love music has always been delivered on tsunami-magnitude fuzz waves, Will Anderson’s vocals deep six in the mix and almost incomprehensible. The murk fits with sludge-pop’s other aesthetic signifiers: scrawled lyrics sheets, all-ages shows, a blog full of tour pics that could have come from a thrift shop photo cube. On earlier releases this haze threatened to swallow superior songwriting and musicianship, nonetheless leaving intact bittersweet melodies that hang around like old takeout boxes in the back of a station wagon.

Deserve is a new story. The sludge is still there, but it pops. Anderson screams himself hoarse on “Gun Shy”, Hugo Jr.’s bass propels “Silent Partner” with diabolic intensity, and on album opener “Heal,” Bobby’s toms are almost hypnotic. Lyrically, it’s still all (obliquely) about the touring life, estranged love, failure. Amber and Ryan, liner note protagonists since With Drug b/w Eighty, continue to make appearances. It’s all familiar, but so, so fresh. For the newcomer, this record is a high-fidelity gateway into Weed’s sonic universe. For the aficionado, it’s a long-awaited long-play debut, one that gives the band the space and sound they deserve.

La musique d’amour vagabonde de Weed a toujours été servie par vagues distorsionnées de l’ampleur d’un tsunami, la voix de Will Anderson submergée à la limite de l’incompréhensible. Le brouillard convient aux autres signifiants du sludge-pop : pages de textes griffonnées, spectacles pour tous les âges, un blog rempli de photos de tournée qui auraient pu provenir d’un cube photo dans une boutique d’occasion. Dans les parutions précédentes cette brume menaçait d’avaler la composition et la musicalité supérieure, gardant tout de même intactes des mélodies aigre-douce qui traînent comme de vieux plats pour emporter à l’arrière d’une station wagon.

Deserve est une autre histoire. Le sludge est toujours là, mais il éclate. Anderson hurle de sa voix rauque sur “Gun shy”, la basse de Hugo jr propulse “Silent Partner” avec une intensité diabolique, et sur la piste d’ouverture “Heal”, les toms de Bobby sont presque hypnotique. Côté lyrique, tout se ramème encore (obliquement) à la vie en tournée, l’amour à distance, l’échec. Amber et Ryan, protagonistes des textes de pochette depuis With Drug b/w Eighty, continuent de faire des apparitions. Ça demeure familier, mais tellement, tellement frais. Pour le nouveau venu, cet album est une incursion haute-fidéité dans l’univers sonique de Weed. Pour le mordu, c’est un long-jeu longuement attendu, qui donne au groupe l’espace et le son qu’il mérite.

Weed – Gun Shy

Weed – Your Right

New Canadiana :: Scab Smoker – Scab Smoker

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A power trio which sways from down-tempo doom to British Heavy Metal, and their drummer’s tape manipulations are the glue that holds it all together? If the tectonic shifts don’t diminish you with a blink, nervous hums will creep up through Crabskull’s eerie non-sequiturs and form pustules on any clean mind — infectious stoner metal in its newest mutation, perversion, persuasion, enticing all to bang head, bang head, bang head.

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Scab Smoker – Butcher of Daemons

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Scab Smoker – Call of the First Aethry

Review :: PIG – Magnetic

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Magnetic
(Campaign For Infinity)
Halifax, NS
::web/sounds::


From the magnetic eyes of Aaron Levin:
Continuing with their general disregard for genre fortification, PIG return with a c26 frothing with ataxic punk and chaotic sludge. After a side of perilous adventures through mires of improvised drones and guitar destruction, the quadro deliver a full blast of 90s doom-punk occultism. Part Altered Beast, part Ghosts and Goblins, Magnetic synthesizes the darkest parts of adjective-punk and coagulates them into an eerie resin of fractured sounds. A rare gift stolen from the hand of Moira. NO CONTINUES. GRIP++

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PIG – HEATHERS

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PIG – SOUTHERN DROWN

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Review :: Grown-Ups – I Can’t Win

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I Can’t Win
(Bart Records)
Calgary, AB
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From the post-pubescent sludge of Jesse Locke:
From The Cramps (radical) to Mates of State (barf) to the Plastic Ono Band (radical barfing), musical married couples are nothing new. However, what sets thee Grown-Ups’ Sara and Josiah Hughes apart is that they’re cuter than a pair of bulldogs on snowboards that know how to turn up the rock and turn down the suck. Joined by third member/producer Darrell on “dad guitar” (nice Conchords reference, guys), they’ve now teamed with the almighty Bart for tape release number two. Eight songs of angry punk sludge that sound just as pitted as their debut but now with more Crazy Horse guitar solos (see: opener “Meat”) and Art Brut-esque motivational meta-songs (see: “Start A Band!”). This is the soundtrack for the skateboarding video game you invented in your brain. The musical equivalent of a cherry-coke slurpee with a stolen chocolate bar tucked in the cup. The creepy-lovable cover photo rules too, but I really just wish it was a drawing of Odie crossed with Jughead.

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Grown-Ups – Meat

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Grown-Ups – Start A Band!