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New Canadiana :: Drainolith – Hysteria

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Drainolith’s sophomoric heavy hitter of an album comes ambling through the barbed wire gates with the juiced up swagger of a junkyard man, wielding a heavy pipe and snarling coarse warnings. Once he realizes you’re not trying to rip him off, he invites you into his converted shed. You notice the ramshackle shelter would be crushed if one of the high piles of rusted out Chevy and Pontiac bodies creaking in the breeze were to topple over. But the junkyard owner’s confidence is inspiring so you follow him inside. Not much light gets in here, there’s an orange glow over everything and the air is still and smokey. You knock over a pile of empty beer bottles as you make your way into his cluttered dwelling. There are bottles all over the place. He tells you not to worry about it, and to sit down while he gets you a beer from the fridge. The couch is just fucking gross and covered with mountains of possessions, so you pull a chewed up old stool with paint blotches out from a corner and plant it. When the junkyard man comes back with your beer it’s just the beginning of one of the most important afternoons of your life, a time you replay from your memories for the remainder of your days.

Drainolith’s sophomoric heavy hitter of an album comes ambling through the barbed wire gates with the juiced up swagger of a junkyard man, wielding a heavy pipe and snarling coarse warnings. Once he realizes you’re not trying to rip him off, he invites you into his converted shed. You notice the ramshackle shelter would be crushed if one of the high piles of rusted out Chevy and Pontiac bodies creaking in the breeze were to topple over. But the junkyard owner’s confidence is inspiring so you follow him inside. Not much light gets in here, there’s an orange glow over everything and the air is still and smokey. You knock over a pile of empty beer bottles as you make your way into his cluttered dwelling. There are bottles all over the place. He tells you not to worry about it, and to sit down while he gets you a beer from the fridge. The couch is just fucking gross and covered with mountains of possessions, so you pull a chewed up old stool with paint blotches out from a corner and plant it. When the junkyard man comes back with your beer it’s just the beginning of one of the most important afternoons of your life, a time you replay from your memories for the remainder of your days.

Drainolith – No Name

Drainolith – Inside and Outside

New Canadiana :: Alexander Moskos – A Month In The Mind Of Moskos

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The man who would be Moskos continues to baffle and thrill his followers with this alarming quadruple CDr collection. Scarcely limited to 60 handmade copies lovingly assembled by his fellow cunning linguist and Wolf Eyes fist of fury John Olson, this set features four installments from outer time, each on their own frightfully brief disc, upon which we are engaged with four very different sides of Moskos’ endlessly dimensional coin.

First up is a field recording which gives way to some righteous and de-fraged free jazz chamber duetting between a lonesome sax and search party drums that’s credited to Moskos’ main gig, Drainolith. Disc two features the Drainolith sound his fans know and love — thudding, stuttering electronic claps and foot stomps set behind muddy Mississippi blues guitar echoes and buried, lovelorn or scathing vocal murmurs and twists of tongue. On this set Moskos is joined by the gone but not forgotten powerhouse Drainolith line-up of Tara Desmond on drums and Chelsea Delle Palm with bass! Sounds like it was perhaps a tour rehearsal, but its recording is tight and swings its might.

Events take a characteristically unpredictable u-turn with disc three, which strays headlong into Inane Fever territory in the form of some sickly and slickly recorded multi-track groove sharks that could chomp among the best of Royal Trux’s glitter gutter breakdowns or Thurston Moore’s solo schools for the cool. Turns out Sir Moskos is not alone here at all, but kicking it out with the no bullshit frontline of Alexandre St-Onge, Dominiq Alexander and Joel Taylor. Disc four rounds out this massive yet brilliantly understated set with some chamber jazz piano pillages by Moskos + Sage. The silence left at the end only makes you curious what other nuggets lie unpolished in the Moskos treasure chest… One can only dream, and get this collection before its criminally tiny run is cherished by as many collectors as it can reach.

L’homme qu’est Moskos continue de dérouter et d’électriser ses admirateurs avec cette inquiétante collection de quatre CD-Rs. Limitée à tout juste 60 copies faites à la main et assemblées avec amour par John Olson, linguiste futé et poing furieux de Wolf Eyes, cette collection comprend quatre épisodes hors du temps, chacun sur un disque terriblement court, lesquels nous confrontent à quatre côtés très différents de la médaille aux innombrables faces de Moskos.

Tout commence avec un enregistrement sur scène d’un vertueux duo de free jazz fragmenté composé d’un saxophone solitaire et d’un tambour d’équipe de secours dont le crédit revient à Drainolith, le groupe principal de Moskos. Le deuxième disque met en vedette le son connu et apprécié des fans de Drainolith : claquements électroniques sourds et hésitants, piétinement du sol mis en scène derrière les échos d’une guitare blues du Mississippi vaseux, murmures et coups de langue amoureux ou cinglants enterrés. Pour cette partie, Moskos s’associe aux anciens mais non oubliés dynamiques membres de Drainolith : Tara Desmond à la batterie et Chelsea Delle Palm à la basse! Cela pourrait être une répétition pour une tournée, mais l’enregistrement est serré et projette sa puissance.

Fidèles aux habitudes, les évènements font volte-face et prennent une tournure complètement imprévisible sur le troisième disque qui s’aventure tête première sur le territoire d’Inane Fever sous la forme de multi-pistes drôlement bien enregistrées, requins du rythme qui pourraient dévorer parmi les meilleures ruptures de caniveaux scintillants de Royal Trux ou les écoles de solo de Thurston Moore pour le cool. Il se trouve que monsieur Moskos ne joue pas seul du tout : il s’agite avec une ligne de front talentueuse formée d’Alexandre St-Onge, de Dominiq Alexander et de Joel Taylor. Le quatrième disque termine cette imposante mais brillamment minimaliste prestation avec un saccage de piano façon jazz de chambre interprété par Moskos + Sage. Le silence de la fin pique la curiosité et on se demande si d’autres diamants brut pourraient se trouver dans le coffre aux trésors de Moskos… On ne peut toujours que rêver et se procurer la collection avant que cette performance criminellement sortie en petite quantité ne soit convoitée par tous les collectionneurs à sa portée.

Inane Fever – Hate the Blues / Cross The Tracks

Drainolith – 200% Percent Aggression Style

New Canadiana :: Drainolith – Adam’s Sculpture

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At just under nine minutes, this isn’t so much an album as a carefully orchestrated arrangement of lo-fi analogue synth noise divided into five movements. The work was originally conceived to accompany an interactive installation piece called Infinite Space Kaleidoscope by Montreal artist Adam Brown. Adam’s Sculpture is the skeletal remains of an entropic technocracy, and Alexander Moskos performs the autopsy, exposing the arrhythmic conditions of society’s mechanical heart. A great fascination and respect seems to be put into the autonomy of manufactured sounds, chronicling the voyage of waveforms through the labyrinthine structures of a space-age metropolis. The modular and the minimal are the dominant strategies applied here, but Moskos tosses in enough spiraling chaos and icy jabs, reminiscent of the cold spinal drips of an acid trip gone wrong, to keep things unexpected and suspenseful

Frôlant la barre des neuf minutes, Adam’s Sculpture n’est pas tant un album en bonne et due forme, mais plutôt un arrangement minutieux de synthé analogue noise lo-fi. Décliné en cinq parties, il fut initialement créé pour accompagner une installation interactive baptisée Infinite Space Kaleidoscope par l’artiste montréalais Adam Brown. Carcasse squelettique d’une technocratie anthropique, la sculpture de Brown subit une autopsie aux mains d’Alexander Moskos, exposant au grand jour l’arythmie cardiaque dont est atteint le cœur mécanique de la société. Ce qui en résulte témoigne d’un respect et d’une fascination pour l’autonomie des sons manufacturés, relatant le voyage de formes d’ondes à travers les structures labyrinthiques d’une métropole de l’ère spatiale. Le modulaire et le minimal sont au premier plan, ce qui n’empêche pas Moskos de ponctuer le tout de touches chaotiques et de jabs bien placés, telles des gouttes de sueur dégoulinantes, conséquence d’un trip d’acide qui finit mal, question de garder ça excitant

Drainolith – Part One

Drainolith – Part Three

New Canadiana :: Drainolith – Fighting

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Emerging as a monolithic, chrome-plated, velvet-wrapped, polyvinyl beacon to our frightening future, Drainolith is leading the vanguard of a new Canadian tradition. It’s outrageous to imply the disparate, hallowed murmuring and violent drum-dance to the netherzone as any sort of American primitive, yet Fighting‘s potency is its gorgeous descent into genre nihilism; a future folk-minimalism augmented with drum machines and metal-zone abandonment, harkening the urgency of creative expression within a world of redacted meaning. Drainolith has forged a terrifying new breed of singer-songwriter. Incredible. Must grip.

En émergeant en tant que phare monolithique, en chrome, emballé en velours, de polyvinyle à notre avenir éprouvant, Drainolith est en tête de l’avant-garde d’une nouvelle tradition canadienne. Il est monstreux d’insinuer que les marmonnements disparates et bénis et la drum-danse violente de la netherzone est une genre d’américanisme primitif, mais la puissance de Fighting est sa descente merveilleuse dans le nihilisme de genre; un folk-minimalisme de l’avenir intensifié avec les boîtes à rythmes et l’abandon metal-zone, qui rappelle l’urgence de l’expression créative dans un monde de signification rédigée. Drainolith a façonné une nouvelle hybride terrifiante d’auteur-compositeur-interprète. Incroyable. Faut l’acheter.

Drainolith – She’s IN Insurgency

Drainolith – You Paid For It

Wyrd MTL II :: Thursday, June 14

Wyrd Montreal II - June 14, 2012
We are excited to announce the second annual Wyrd Montreal festival occurring Thursday, June 14 2012! Once again, we have teamed with beloved experimental music festival Suono Per Il Popolo to offer a multi-stage showcase of boundary pushing artists from the northernly fringes. Alongside the returning Mega Merch Bazaar (featuring a selection of Canada’s best record labels) Weird Canada will be taking over both La Sala Rossa and Casa del Popolo simultaneously for a one-night-only cornucopia of sinusoidal delight. This will allow fans the chance to bounce back and forth between the two bars conveniently located across the street from one another. Should fans find themselves needing a respite between wondrous electronics and/or bludgeoning chaos, experimental DJs Aaron Levin and Hobo Cubes will take residency in Casa del Popolo delivering a strange brew of new age, electronic, and avant psychedelics.

Date: Thursday June 14, 2012
Venue #1: La Sala Rossa (4848 Boulevard Saint-Laurent, Montreal)
Venue #2: Casa del Popolo (4873 Boulevard Saint-Laurent, Montreal)
Cost: $10 (adv.) / $12 (door)
Doors: 8pm

Lineup

La Sala Rossa
Brave Radar
Dog Day
Actual Water
Coca Cola (U.S. Girls + Slim Twig)

Casa del Popolo
Drainolith
Energetic Action
Tenderness
Bobo Boutin

Artist Bios

Coca Cola (U.S. Girls + Slim Twig) (Toronto)

Continuing Wyrd’s philosophy of unique collaborations, we’re proud to include a rare performance by this duo known as Coca Cola. Combining the rhythmic polyphonies of Toronto’s Slim Twig with the miasmic chaos of U.S. Girls, Coca Cola conjure an arpeggiated ethos of Cluster-inspired jammery. Expect a fantastic array of electronic drone and perturbed psychedelics.

Actual Water (Toronto)

Born in the depths of Ben Cook’s (Fucked Up, Young Guv, Bitters) epic space in East Toronto, Actual Water’s jangled power-pop transforms their 12-string anthems and insatiable marimba-laced punk into vocal bonanzas and summery attitudes. Every song is laced with their flowering ’60s slacker vibes and live the whole calamity is wrapped by frontman Tony’s enigmatic ‘tude. Stoked!

Drainolith (Montreal)

Drainolith is the multi-throned oscillating 8-bit transmigration of Montreal native Alex Moskos (ex-guitarist for the now defunct AIDS Wolf). Diving deep into polyrhythmic hood jams and clamouring solos of synthetic marvel, Drainolith hams heavy, agnostic experimentalism into a creative vehicle the world may or may not be ready to digest.

Energetic Action (Edmonton)

Edmonton, Alberta is home to many improbable entities, and Energetic Action’s revisionist goth-punk paradigm is no exception. Straddling the unknown line between The Pop Group and This Heat, their impossible rhythms and extravagant performances wrap an undisturbed nascency into music hardened by generations of nuclear waste. A certified western anomaly.

Brave Radar (Montreal)

Local Montreal darlings Brave Radar have kept quiet a long time. So long, in fact, that we reluctantly started to believe their demise. We can barely conceive they’ll be back on stage with brand new oblique pop sweetness.

Bobo Boutin (Montreal)

Ex-Les Georges Leningrad drummer Bobo Boutin inhabits a delirious world of warped electronics. One man, yet an overwhelming performance slowly mounting into a frenzy of nightmarish proportions.

Dog Day (Halifax)

Dog Day’s bent alt-rock resonates with grand designs. Seth and Nancy are husband and wife, a charming duo who constantly keep slinging sharp and heavy anti-heroic hooks at every corner.

Tenderness (Toronto)

With bizarre loop sampling wizardry, cracked electronics and sexy sax swoons, Chrissy Reichert redefines any conceivable notions of contemporary R & B. Tenderness is not to be missed, because true originality comes in small doses.

Tournée Banale :: Tournée Banale Avant-Garde 7 & 8

We’re blowing out the last two episodes of AIDS Wolf‘s venture in tour banality with a double-shotgun blast of inanity. Moskos explores European tour cuisine, a bouncy-castle paradise, and a new age toilet before plotting Drainolith‘s 700th tour. The inane vibes are summarized brilliantly by Episode 8’s exploration of an ant infestation within Chloe’s sugar. It’s a beautiful closure to the wolf’s Europen journey through documentary vérité. Perched high upon our digital chalice we implore those outside the 100-sided die to heed our message: bring us your banality and we shall broadcast it to the world.

PS – This incredible feature would not have been possible without the hard work of Alex Moskos and AIDS Wolf. Thank you so much.

New Canadiana :: Drainolith – You Paid For It b/w Deepwater, PA

Psychic Handshake digs deep within thee outernet to conjure this 7″ from AIDS Wolf git-hub Alex Moskos. Soaked in a bewildering avant-croonery, “You Paid For It” double-declutches into a ramshackle sinkhole of pinball shreddery, multi-throned oscillators and 8-bit digitalis. This transmigration through polyrhythmic hood jams continue as “Deepwater, PA” devolves into clamouring solos of synthetic marvel. A huge dub-tee-eff from all angles. Grip sic widdit.

Psychic Handshake creuse profondement dans l’outernet pour faire apparaître ce 7” du git-hub d’AIDS Wolf, Alex Moskos. Trempé dans l’avant-chantonnement déconcertant, “You Paid For It” double-débraye dans une doline délabrée de shred flipper, d’oscillateurs multi-trône et de digitaline 8 bit. Cette transmigration à travers les bœufs gangsters polyrythmiques continue pendant que “Deepwater, PA” descende pour se transformer en solos bruyants de merveille synthétique. Un immense TABARNAK de tous les angles. S a u t e z d e s s u s .

Drainolith – Deepwater, PA

Drainolith – You Paid For It