Short List!!!! Tunes to Check Out for: Sept 13-20

What’s up you audiophiliac motherfuckers!! This is the Short list.

This week? Even though we’ve got some heavy hitters like Mike Patton coming out, looks like classical is coming out ahead. Sure, I wanna see what the fuck Devendra Banhard and Alasdair Roberts are up to, but that’s Martha Argerich, Igor Levit, Daniel Barenboim, and Esa-Pekka Salonen coming out with new shit. I don’t know what’s what yet cause this shit ain’t out yet. But I’m pretty fucking excited. Enough of me, here’s the goods.

Miscellaneous Motherfuckers
Devendra Banhard – Ma
Sam Fender – Hypersonic Missiles
Chelsea Wolfe – Birth of Violence
Warish – Down In Flames
Jonah Tolchin – Fires for the Cold
Kazu – Adult Baby
Redman – Black Man In America
Alasdair Roberts – The Fiery Margin
JPEGMAFIA – All My Heroes Are Cornballs
WesdaRuler – Ocean Drive
Alex Cameron – Miami Memory
Sampa The Great – The Return
Luke Temple – Both-And
(Sandy) Alex G – House of Sugar
Alasdair Roberts – The Fiery Margin
Jenny Hval – The Practice Of Love
Long Beard – Means To Me
The Hu – The Gereg
Mike Patton & Jean-Claude Vannier – Corpse Flower
The Avant-Garding Type
Daniel Menche – Melting Gravity
Shasta Cults – Configurations
Ben Melsky – Ben Melsky, Ensemble Dal Niente
Jennifer Koh – Limitless
Francois J. Bonnet & Stephen O’Malley – Sylene
Mára – Here Behold Your Own
Those Classical Cunts
Martha Argerich – Rendez-vous with Martha Argerich
Igor Levit – Beethoven: Complete Piano Sonatas
Dong Hyek Lim, Martha Argerich, Alexander Vedernikov – Rachmaninov: Piano Concerto No. 2; Symphonic Dances
Alfredo Bernardini, Dominik Wörner, Zefiro – Johann Sebastian Bach: Cantatas and Arias for Bass
Andrew Tyson – Landscapes: Scarlatti, Schubert, Albéniz, Mompou
Christian Tetzlaff, Robin Ticciati – Beethoven, Sibelius: Violin Concertos
Nicholas Walker – Balakirev: Complete Piano Works, Vol. 5
Peter Eötvös – Peter Eötvös: Gliding Four Works for Symphonic Orchestra
Daniel Barenboim & Kian Soltani & Michael Barenboim – Complete Mozart Trios
Baiba Skride, Eivind Aadland – Bartók: Violin Concerto No. 2; Rhapsodies for Violin
Estonian Philharmonic Chamber Choir, Kaspars Putniņš, Kalle Randalu – Franz Liszt: Via Crucis; Arvo Pärt: Sacred Choral Works
Quatuor Voce – Mozart, Schubert: Quartets Nos. 15
Ori Kam, Sharon Kam, Matan Porat – Contrasts: Mozart, Schumann, Brahms, Bartók, Rechtman
Rostislav Krimer, East-West Chamber Orchestra – Weinberg:
Chamber Symphonies Nos. 1 and 3
Fabrice Bollon, Philharmonisches Orchester Freiburg – Magnard: Symphonies Nos. 3 and 4
Esa-Pekka Salonen, Sinfonia Grange Au Lac – Beethoven: Symphony No. 3 ‘Eroica’; Strauss: Metamorphosen
Marie-Nicole Lemieux – Mer(s): Sea Pictures – II. In Haven
Trio Pangea – Protuguese Piano Trios, Vol. 2: Freitas Branco, Delgado, Braga Santos, Freitas
Shin-Heae – Kang Kaleidoscope: Shin-Heae King plays Liszt
It’s Jazz, Bitch
Samantha Sidley – Interior Person
Nat Birchall  – The Storyteller: A Musical Tribute to Yusef Lateef
Aki Rissanen – Art in Motion
Daniel Erdmann, Velvet – Revolution Won’t Put No Flag Out
Alex LoRe, Weirdear – Karol

Da Short List! Tunes for Aug 30 – Sept 6

What the fuck is this? It’s a list of new albums that I’m going to check out. Why the fuck would you care? Cause it’s a dopeass list. I was making this shit for myself and then gave it to some friends. They loved it. So now I share it with the world. Here it is.

Miscellaneous Motherfuckers
Tool – Fear Inoculum
Gawd Status – Firmamentum
Salami Rose Joe Louis – Zdenka 2080
Boya – Noyee
YACHT – Chain Tripping
Common – Let Love
SiR – Chasing Summer
The S.L.P. – The S.L.P.
Joan Shelley – Like the River Loves the Sea
Lana Del Rey – Norma Fucking Rockwell
Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy, Bryce Dessner & Eighth Blackbird – When We Are Inhuman
Ezra Furman – Twelve Nudes
Seeker Lover Keeper – Wild Seeds
Those Avant-garding Sluts
Kyle Adam Blair – Stuart Saunders Smith: Palm Sunday
Microtub – Chronic Shift
Pharmakon – Devour
Kronos Quartet – Terry Riley: Sun Rings
Ophir Ilzetzki – Symphony No. 1
Sam Rosenthal, Steve Roach, Nick Shadow – The Gesture of History
Sirom – A Universe that Roasts Blossoms for a Horse
Viktor Orri Árnason and Yair Elazar Glotman – VAST
Dough Thomas, Affan – Portraits
Da Classical Fucks
Mariam Batsashvili – Liszt: 6 Consolations, S. 172 – V. Andantino
Le Consort – Opus 1: Dandrieu, Corelli
Jean-Luc Votano – Contemporary Clarinet Concertos: Magnus Lindberg, Karl Amadeus Hartmann, Johan Farjot
Alina Ibragimova, Cédric Tiberghien – Brahms: Violin Sonatas
Ian Bostridge, Thomas Adès – Winterreise
Semyon Bychkov, Czech Philharmonic Orchestra, Kirill Gerstein – The Tchaikovsky Project: Complete Symphonies, Orchestral Works, Complete Piano Concertos
Vilde Frang, Barnabás Kelemen, Katalin Kokas – Veress: String Trio; Bartók: Piano Quintet
Anne-Sophie Mutter, John Williams, Los Angeles Recording Arts Orchestra – Across the Stars
Markus Becker, Constantin Trinks, Berlin Radio Symphony Orchestra – The Romantic Piano Concerto, Vol. 70: Pfitzner, Braunfels
It’s Jazz, Bitch
Mathias Lévy, Sebastien Giniaux, Vincent Segal, Jean-Philippe Viret – Unis Vers
Kevin Hays & Lionel Loueke – Hope
Olli Hirvonen – Displace
Michael Leonhart Orchestra – Suite Extracts, Vol. 1
Steve Lehman – The People I Love
Sgjazz – Sgjazz
Stein Urheim – Simple Pieces & Paper Cut-Outs

Picks of the Week!!!!

Uniform & The Body – Everything That Dies Someday Comes Back

This album begins subtly. A low moaning builds for almost a minute before a pounding electronic war drum smacks you in the side of the face like a dead fish. Around the 2:30 mark, the song begins. If you’re not ready to punk out, swing fists, and warcry it might be best to avoid this album. This is doom metal meets electronic music and it digs into the deeps like an auger seeking water. It’s an oily grimy mess you want to pour over your face and down your throat. It’s a sonic heaven for those that feel like thrashing out a bad day. And if that was all the album gave, it would be enough. But this shit is truly fucking intelligent. It’s chock-full of musical references. The track “Waiting for the End of the World” is named after an Elvis Costello track. The world created by the collaboration between Uniform and The Body is colossal. It’s massive. It’s a black fucking hole that’s screaming out in existential mania. This is a David Lynch movie with a fat ass beat. These two have come to create something truly unique. And it’s worth a fucking listen.

Oh Sees – Face Stabber

At an hour and twenty minutes, this album is a monster. The first track is 8 minutes. Get that? Eight. And each minute is fucking perfect. It’s one of those jams that you play when you want to get a speeding ticket. You won’t be able to help it. The song will make you press the gas, light a smoke, and smile like a coquettish goblin getting finger banged. It’s a non-stop rock powerhouse with delight baked inside. Many psychedelic rock bands have tried to make this album and failed. There isn’t a cliche on this motherfucker. It’s innovative. It doesn’t live in the past (shocker!) You could set your watch to these funky rhythms as everything else ventures into deep space. This album fits more in the funk formula that it does psychedelic rock. It’s not 4 dudes high out of the gourds thinking they’ve each got the golden cock. It’s genuine. I didn’t know I missed psychedelic rock & roll until I heard this. And now? I can’t get enough of it even if this shit is an hour and twenty minutes. This album shows the difference between the obligatory guitar solo verses a guitar being used to express the ineffable. The pushing drums move like a nefarious train on a pursuit to Oh Fuck Ya. This shit is fan-fucking-tastic.

Erkki Veltheim – Ganzfeld Experiment

Hold on to your hats, motherfuckers. This one is a doozie. The “ganzfeld experiment” is a technique to test if someone’s got ESP. Yep, that’s extrasensory fucking perception, mind readers and telepaths for you comic readers. Have you ever looked at something, stared at it for a second, and then thought, “hmm”? Only to hold out your hand and try to move that motherfucker with your mind? Well, it’s possible that shit didn’t work because you hadn’t heard this album yet. This could, potentially, open up your world. Or, more likely, it’s just a truly interesting mindfuck done sonically. Do I actually believe this could give you ESP? Not really. Not yet anyway. I think we have a fuckton more evolving to do before we get to move shit with our minds. But for those that believe you can’t have a transcendental experience through music, you’d better listen to this shit right quick. It’s a single track that swells and shrinks at 45 minutes. This is less of an album and more of an experience. But, man, what a fucking trip.

The Hold Steady – Thrashing Thru The Passion

There are artists out there that create relatable and lovable characters within their lyrics. Some argue that’s why Bruce Springsteen exists. And, sure, maybe he did this at one point. But the Hold Steady makes that shit look like a Hallmark card. Right off the bat you’ve got lines like, “He shaved his head at the airport in the bar at the end of the concourse.” BAM! Already that character is more vivid and real than anything The Boss has written in the last 10 years. Look, I’m not here to shit on classics. Bruce is boss for a reason. But you don’t listen to a Hold Steady song, you live the fucking thing. You have characters and best friends that feel as real, at times more real, than your own toenails. It’s as vivid as the hand in front of you. These songs are full of derelicts, dreamers, delinquents, and the despondent. When the album closes you miss a place you’ve never been, you miss people you’ve never met, and yet the reality drawn into these songs isn’t some fevered dream or idyllic world. You see the cracks in these characters’ faces, smell their bad breath, and you keep secrets from them. The music provides a backing for the lyrics that help create this realism. Without the fun rock tunes, these lyrics would feel like they’re trying too hard. It’s a perfect blend of poetry and music. Have there been more concise Hold Steady albums? Totally. But a lack of focus isn’t this album’s weakness. Instead, you have a wide array of characters travelling the world and being human. You feel their loneliness, their dissonance, and when a tune can do that you know it’s well fucking written.

Annelien van Wauwe, Orchestre National de Lille & Alexandre Bloch – Belle époque

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This album is silly and spunky little bitch. It’s like a sexy otter. That’s right, you read that shit right. This album is like a sexy otter. At times it feels like a Bugs Bunny cartoon. Because even during its ominous times, like when Bugs has the cold business end of a shotgun shoved between his teeth, you know everything’s going to be okay. Fudd’s gun goes flaccid. Bugs gets away. The danger was never real. And that’s what the belle époque (beautiful era) is all about. The era in question is the ass end of the 19th century. Shit was pretty fucking sweet. Tunes were happy, warm, and romantic. Motherfuckers like Debussy, Widor and Pierné were writing halcyon jams all about nature and strange chaotic fun. The world hadn’t seen a world war yet. In fact, such an event would have been unthinkable. Maybe you’re some cynical fuck that’ll turn your chin at such music. “No!” you’ll think while drinking coffee the same colour as your soul, “I’m a realist. All my music must be based in painful fucking existence.” Listen here fucko, hate to tell you this, you’re not a realist you’re a surefire pessimist. Also, you’re shit at parties. Stop going to them till you learn to lighten the fuck up. If there’s such a thing as falling apart, there’s gotta be such a thing as building something up. Does that sound corny? Good. Fucking great. I like my corn. I even like my corn with a fat wad of melted fucking cheese. Every real motherfucker smiles sometimes.

Alongside these old school jams on the album, you’ve got modern fucks like Trojahn, Berio, and Tassyns. Because you don’t have to live in a pre-world-war world to smile. Look at Charlie Chaplin. Dude lived some strange shit. The most evil man to have ever lived stole his fucking moustache! What he do? He beamed light. He mocked and Bugs Bunnied the motherfucker in the famed movie “The Great Dictator”. Wanna see Hitler bounce a world balloon off his ass? Here’s your flick. It’s fucking hilarious without drawing away from what’s real. Annelien Van Wauwe plays the clarinet straight boss. Perfect tone, pitch, and purity. She’s picked these tunes. All these compositions were written in places she has lived and has studied. She brings this history into her notes. Lady puts the feels in. She didn’t release this album during a time of perfect harmony. Naw, she knows what she’s doing. It takes a brave and smart motherfucker to know that, even at the worst of times, the real world comes shining through if you just smile. Enjoy this taste of cheesy-corn like the realist you are.

 

Da Short List! Tunes to Check Out in Aug 23 – 30

Hello my audiophiliac motherfuckers! This is the short list. First time? Let’s ring up that V-Card. This is what the short list is. I was making a list each week of tunes I wanted to check out. Eventually, I shared this list with friends. They fucking loved it. So now I share that list with everyone. From this shit I make up my fave of the week albums. Got it? Cool. Here it is.

Miscellaneous Motherfuckers
Various – One Day Band Vol 1
BROCKHAMPTON – Ginger
HIDE – Hell Is Here
Ghost Funk Orchestra – A Song For Paul
Seratones – Power
Esther Rose – You Made It This Far
Becky Ninkovic – Woe
Oh, Rose – While My Father Sleeps
Headie One – Music x Road
Modern Nature – How to Live
Michael Cleveland – Tall Fiddler
Sunny War – Shell of a Girl
Tropical Fuck Storm – Braindrops
Rapsody – Eve
Lina Tullgren – Free Cell
Avant-Garde
Hugar – Varða
Fet.Nat – Le Mal
Gabríel Ólafs – Absent Minded
New Focus Recordings – Music from SEAMUS, Vol. 28
Leo Svirsky – River Without Banks
Alarm Will Sound – Donnacha Dennehy: The Hunger
Classical
Sharon Isbin, Pacifica Quartet – Souvenirs of Spain & Italy
Manfred Honeck, Pittsburgh Symphony Orchestra – Bruckner: Symphony No. 9
Miguel Harth Bedoya, Fort Worth Symphony Orchestra – Jimmy López Bellido: Symphonic Canvas
Jazz
John Zorn, Chris Otto, Stephen Gosling – Encomia
Stein Urheim – Simple Pieces & Paper Cut-Outs
Thomas Grimmonprez – Big Wheel
Musa Mboob, XamXam – The Gambia Sessions

The Short List! Tunes to check out from Aug 16-22

What’s up my motherfucking audiophiliacs!
Check it, this is the short list. This is how the short list is made: I listen to unsavory amounts of music. I put whatever sounds interesting into a list. That’s the short list. After that, I deep dive into the short list to pick out the few I think is are best. I’ve been making the short list for a long fucking time. I started to give it to some friends that loved it, so I decided I would share it with all of you. Here it is.
Miscellaneous Motherfuckers
Sleater-Kinney – The Center Won’t Hold
Uniform, The Body – Everything That Dies Someday Comes Back
The Hold Steady – Trashing Thru The Passion
Ross From Friends – Epiphany
Debby Friday – Death Drive
Rae Spoon – Mental Health
G&D Black – Love & War
Durul Gence – Black Cat (unreleased Turkish ‘70s music)
Psychic Graveyard – The Next World
Blanck Mass – Animated Violence Mild
Oh Sees – Face Stabber
Loscil – Equivalents
Jason Lytle – Arthur King Presents Jason Lytle: Nylon and Juno
Lilie Mae – Other Girls
Press Club – Wasted Energy
Here Lies Man – No Ground To Walk Upon
Taylor McFerrin – Love’s Last Chance
Shura – Forevher
Avant-Garde
Bobby Krlic (haxan cloak) – midsommar (soundtrack)
Erkki Veltheim – Ganzfeld Experiment
Gökçen Kaynatan – Cehennem
Classical
Ricardo Gallen – Leo Brouwer: Guitar Sonatas
Annelien Van Wauwe – Belle époque
Jörg Demus – Robert Schumann: Fantasiestücke Op. 12; Humoreske Op. 20
Emil Gryesten – Søren Nils Eichberg: Scherben Works for Piano and Ensemble
Wanchi Huang, Robert Koenig – Sonata by William Walton; Suite by Benjamin Britten
Danae Dörken – East and West
Vienna Piano Trio – Maurice Ravel, Ernest Chausson: Piano Trios
Silvia Márquez Chulilla – Herbania
Peter Jarvis, Payton MacDonald – Jarvis and Friends, Vol. 2
Escher String Quartet, Carol Wincenc – Misericordia: Works by Yuko Uébayashi
Mick Rossi – Jon Gibson: Violet Fire – An Opera about Nikola Tesla
Marie-Nicole Lemieux – Mer(s): Sea Pictures – II. In Haven
Jazz
Keith Jarrett – Live at Sendai Jazz Festival, Den-Ryoku Hall, Japan 1986
Javier Red’s Imagery Converter – Ephemeral Certainties
Ikebe Shakedown – Kings Left Behind
Bryony Jarman-Pinto – Cage and Aviary

Picks of the Week! Aug 9-15

 

Now that’s good fucking classical. Great players can sometimes feel like a dime a dozen. But you’ll be hard pressed to find another 2019 classical album with this level or creativity, talent, heart, with a giant set of hairy swinging balls and iron ovaries braving this innovation as hard as these motherfuckers. On this album you’ve got a trio made up of Julia Fredersdorff (baroque violin), Donald Nicolson (harpsichord and organ), and Laura Vaughan (viola da gamba and lirone). With only three players, this shit is bound to be minimal. But they play to their strengths by picking pieces that can be torn down to their bare minimum and still sound as fresh as a baby’s fart in a tulip field. There are a handful of traditional songs on this shit that sound perfectly in place, which makes sense considering that they’re playing traditional fucking instruments. But what really sets this album apart is when they play the “new” shit. If you can only listen to one song from this album, take a peek at their version of Erik Satie’s “Gnossienne No. 3”. I’ve heard this shit more than Nirvana has smelt teen spirit. But with how they played this song, it was like listening to it for the first time. Think about that for a second, modern songs made new and enjoyable because they were played with old school instruments? When that kind of magical musical fuckery actually works, you know the album is good.

mazal

Mazal comes from a Japanese word which means a mix, a ragbag, an olio, or a clusterfuck. But why would someone call their album a mixture? First of all, a “mix” or “mixtape” is a legendary word in the rap game. It comes from its history of bootleg tapes of early rap groups. There’s that long list of modern rappers (Drake, Chance, Dave East, ASAP Ferg) releasing “mixtapes” instead of “albums”. Why? Expectations, motherfucker. You in the mood for a film or a movie? Being naked or nude? Wanna grab some grub or venture over to a prandial affair? But, even then, I don’t think that’s why these motherfuckers called this album Mazal. This is YUNGMORPHEUS and Fumitake Tamura’s first time working together. And while some MCs and DJs fit together like puzzle pieces, these two stir together and create one single element. These two are the single fucking mixture. Their style is laid-back and trippy as fuck. This is a great album to listen to when extremely high. Like, really high. Like, “holy fuck, why is that aardvark giving birth to mini Hendrixes”. These sound waves live in a giant pot cloud. It doesn’t mean that these lyrics aren’t dense or meaningful. Fuck no. Like any good trip these songs tackle the deepest of terrains like paranoia and racism, but it won’t drag you down into the muck. These lo-fi chill beats give the messages a beanbag platform. They come to you as a friend passing a perfectly rolled joint instead of spitting at you from a podium. The trippy off-kilter beats give a new angle to these words. So sit down, pull up a chair, take a toke, and listen to some chill folks wax poetic about modern issues.

martin

Martin Hayes plays the shit out of Irish traditional music. He might very well be the best there’s ever been. Dude’s straight boss. He strings that hollow wooden box like that motherfucker owes him money. He’s performed with Bill Frisell, Sting, Paul Simon, and Yo Yo fucking Ma. And there’s a reason why Martin gets all this cred and acclaim. Each note he bows and plucks is infused with intent, interpretation, impish instinct, and enough intellect to get that ticker tocking without knocking you broadside. Guy takes the yawn out of traditional. On this album he plays with Brooklyn Rider, a crazy good string quartet. These arrangements backing Martin’s soloing are sophisticated as fuck. Beethoven would be nodding along happily to what these Brooklyn Riders are throwing down. Lots of traditional music comes off flatter than a wooden board being carried by a pre-teen across the Bonneville Salt Flats. Not here. This shit is boisterous without being overbearing. It’s got an ardent ardour. It’ll get you romancing, dancing, laughing, prancing, and entrance you without the use of drugs or drink. Best digested over time, and through many listens, this is an album that will further prove that Martin is the living legend that he is. Picture perfect from start to finish, this shit’s a goddamn classic for Irish traditional tunes.

Annelle K. Gregory, Kiev Virtuosi Symphony Orchestra, Dmitry Yablonsky – Taneyev: Concert Suite, Op. 28: Rimsky/Korsakov: Concert Fantasia on Russian Themes, Op. 33

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This shit got me smiling like a moron. It brought out a childishness in me. I felt like frolicking through a fucking field of poppies. I repeatedly had to pick my jaw up off the floor due to Annelle’s vivacious violin playing. Make no mistakes, this girl can play. Annelle is one of these up and comers that make the tried and true pick up their slack. She’s got a list of awards longer than your fucking arm. And it doesn’t look like she’s letting up anytime soon. The Kiev Virtuosi Syphony Orchestra backs up her game straight gangsta. As she articulates and builds, the backing orchestra moves with her like a tail. When she mellows, and makes that shit cry like a bitch, the orchestra follows her nuances in perfect pitch. These two work like a single mind. Not easy to do. Something tells me that glorious Dmitry Yablonsky probably had something to do with this. Dude could conduct a lightning storm. Pretty sure he takes his inspiration from Moses when he parted the Red Sea. When it comes to monolithic productions like this that take droves of personnel and professionalism, they often fall flat due to one apple ruining the batch. Sometimes the player is boss but the orchestra is sleepy, or everyone’s on their A-game but the conductor’s half drunk. Everyone steps up on this album. It’s clean. It’s crisp. It’s just plain fucking good. So if you’re in the mood to listen to some dope ass symphonic classical, this is your jam.