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    JONYamplified worship - maximum volume yields maximum results
    "Transcendence can only be reached at maximum volume"







    Spřátelený klub, který vám váš zombie moderátor doporučuje:

    Demonische Agricultuur


    Odkazy na hudbu uveřejněné v tomto klubu od moderátora prosím jinde neuveřejňovat.



    rozbalit záhlaví
    MATHEW
    MATHEW --- ---
    JONY:

    Kevin Drumm - Imperial Distortion (2xCD) [Hospital Productions, 2008]



    What does a person do when faced with a work like Imperial Distortion? There are rare moments in an artist's work where they reveal a greater truth. Kevin Drumm has already made such a statement with his last major solo work, 2002's Sheer Hellish Miasma. Where that record took noise music to a new level of near-impenetrable exactitude, Imperial Distortion is an altogether different beast. Beauty as an aesthetic can be as terrifying as horror, desire unfulfilled, romance that lingers and never goes away, no matter how disappointing. A preoccupation with death can be the only result. On this extended long-form release, Kevin Drumm comes face to face with minimal drone music and confronts the genre by providing one of its absolute pinnacles at the forefront; movement. Drone music at its most concentrated and ably performed has build and depth in its tones. Although there might be the illusion of stasis, the opposite is true. From the opening 20-minute track 'Guillain-Barre,' the mood of the album is laid clear. The arrangements are shadowy layers of soundtrack-like tones not entirely unlike the work that Popul Vuh provided for Herzog's films. To answer the initial question of Imperial Distortion, this is a work that commands intellectual and emotional commitment on the levels of the greatest works to come from this genre. Kevin Drumm has accomplished that rare balance to create a masterwork that no one has yet to come close to in this era. Your best bet is to surrender.

    http://rapidshare.com/files/119344564/Kevin_Drumm_-_Imperial_Distortion__Hospital__2008_.part1.rar
    http://rapidshare.com/files/119351258/Kevin_Drumm_-_Imperial_Distortion__Hospital__2008_.part2.rar
    http://rapidshare.com/files/119264891/Kevin_Drumm_-_Imperial_Distortion__Hospital__2008_.part3.rar
    JONY
    JONY --- ---
    Jinak Kevin Drumm má u Hospital čerstvě nové 2cd a už jen podle toho, že obsahuje skladbu Snow (vyšla před časem na kazetě) to bude krása.
    JONY
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    Burning Star Core - Challenger (Hospital Productions, 2008)



    Following on from last year's superb double header of Blood Lightning 2007and Operator Dead... Post Abandoned C. Spencer Yeh returns with yet more essential solo disclosures, and he's sounding more approachable than ever. Challenger begins with a melancholy, slightly ambiguous sequence of tones, which eventually find themselves intruded upon by some abrupt field recorded sounds. As a second track, 'Beauty Hunter' makes a more fiery, more familiar clamour, distorting and morphing what you'd presume to be Yeh's violin. It's in the album's quieter moments that things get really interesting: I genuinely have no idea what's going on to make the odd, ambient clacking that is 'No Memories, No Plans', and the strange organs and mechanisms behind 'Un Coeur En Hiver' make for a strangely emotive, magical mixture of sonic upsets. Perhaps best of all, 'Mezzo Forte' is probably one of the weirder things you'll get to hear this week. It starts off with some truly bizarre vocal layering and manipulation, before simple, quite stately piano chords set out an intro to something that never quite happens, and waves of kinetic, frenzied noise gets piled on... it's all very odd, but utterly magnificent stuff.

    http://rapidshare.com/files/114084357/BurningStarCoreChallenger.zip
    MATHEW
    MATHEW --- ---
    Campbell Kneale´s own brand of Metal machine music delivers a toxic redux of Holy Minimalism [Jim Haynes, The Wire]



    http://www.lassemarhaug.no/picadisk/images/pica004_wire.jpg
    MATHEW
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    kočičí trénink

    Wrath Of The Weak - Alogon [Profound Lore 2008]



    The gradual infusion of ambient or ‘shoegaze’ textures into Black Metal makes a weird kind of sense for the genre’s self-contained one-man bands, descendants of Varg Vikernes’ solitary, ascetic vibe for whom plugging in and playing is an impossibility, and studio creativity a necessity. Buffalo, NY’s Wrath Of The Weak is such a band, but Alogon demonstrates that embracing ambiance doesn’t necessarily mean blunting the ferocity of your attack. The likes of ‘What We Learn From Spending 120 Hours In A Downpour’ take galloping drums, roaring guitars and Black Metal’s direct, arrow-like trajectory and smear them together, leaving a sort of acidic brown slurry that sounds like it could melt flesh and dissolve bone. The closing twenty minute epilogue adds some sombre, droning dark ambience, although you can’t help but feel it might be more effective harnessed within the record, rather than dispatched at the end.

    http://rapidshare.com/files/95981824/Wrathoftheweak_-08-_alogon-320-1_0813.part1.rar
    http://rapidshare.com/files/95990729/Wrathoftheweak_-08-_alogon-320-1_0813.part2.rar
    MATHEW
    MATHEW --- ---
    a jenom aby to nezapadlo, chtěl bych upozornit na tuhle vynikající a fenomenální desku!

    [ MATHEW @ demonische agricultuur :: dragging a dead deer up a hill ]
    MATHEW
    MATHEW --- ---
    Birchville Cat Motel - Gunpowder Temple Of Heaven [Pica Disk 2008]



    Another month, another review about a release somehow related to Lasse Marhaug, and if only as release number four on his new found label Picadisk. Check out Hild Sofje Tafjord, Hijokaidan and the Incapacitants as well as one of his recent solo releases “it’s not the end of the world” to get an impression on the restlesness and workload of this man. But this review is not about Lasse Marhaug, but about another guy who has never spent a minute in his live leaning back and enjoying some time doing nothing at all, it seems. For some time I thought I had a pretty good impression on the work of Campell Kneale aka Birchville Cat Motel and that I was aware of the range of releases he has under his belt, but then comes “gunpowder temple of heaven” and there is a three page discography of Birchville Cat Motel in there, that lists 21 Compact discs, five full albums, a long list of 7 to 10 inch records, an even longer list of CD-R releases and where the heck will I ever be able to get some of those 15 tape releases mentioned here. Somehow I feel I need the “Chaos Steel Skeleton” 6CDR box release noted in here.

    More to the fact, this discography shows that New Zealander Campell Kneale has been around basically forever and has done collaborations with many artists around the world, from Fear Falls Burning to Anla Courtis, from the Yellow Swans to Lee Ranaldo and from Bruce Russell to Guilty Connector. To some he is also known for his work in the band Black Boned Angel, who had a hype for two or three months around here, which faded when none of their music was available. In all this time and all this variants of musical expression Kneale has formed a unique sonar language that derives from the guitar and which he displays to perfect execution and emotional impact on “gunpowder temple of heaven.”

    The disc contains one, epic track that seems to make time stand still. It starts with somebody turning on the switch and then nothing seems to move anymore. Taking a step closer into the dense, flirring wall of sound there is actually a multitude of dynamics and movement, when layers upon layers of sounds are shifted and shoved, manipulated and mingled. I just realised that Bruce Russell uses exactly the same metaphor – about time standing still – in his liner notes to the CD, so it seems that this effect is almost universal. Anyway, I will have to find a new metaphor quickly. Hm, I decide for immersion. The situation where emotional and physiological control is taken away completely and the human mind is sunken into a mesmerizing state of non-input that makes the subconscious go completely wild, but leaves the rest of the organism as relaxed as three weeks of holidays in the middle of nowhere.

    The sounds shine with clarity and crispness like the sun on freshly fallen snow on an arctic spring morning. I think it has also been said before, but I don’t shy away from moving it: where other drone artists stack layer upon layer and thereby produce more and more mush of noise and compression, Kneale builds a fantastic site of sound that stands tall and invincible like a medieval cathedral. Hey, Russell also talks about cathedrals in his text! Is there nothing left for me? Does he have to take up all the good metaphors or what? It would probably have been better if I had just copied his text in here, would have saved me a lot of work, too. I guess it is my fault because I rarely read liner notes, except on those old jazz records, where mostly they don’t make any sense at all, but do a lot of talking anyway.

    One more try and this time I will keep it simple: this is big. “Gunpowder temple of heaven” is a musical piece of enormous size and stature. Almost gargantuan. And it moves like the Leviathan does in the endless depths of the ocean, with grace and might, though slowly and careful. Sometime later on a reverb of something or other marks a distant bass drum going slowly all six of seven seconds. Compared to a lot of minimal music and droning what seems left out a lot and what seemed to make all those many releases bloodless and without energy is just that: size filled with energy. This release seems like it is filled to the brim with sound that pulsates and reverberates, that stirs and lives and contains enough energy to make a village last through the winter. (www.monochrom.at/cracked/)

    http://sharebee.com/ff3d3dfa
    MATHEW
    MATHEW --- ---
    MLOK: stáhni si gatě vole
    MLOK
    MLOK --- ---
    týden bez internetu a jsem kompletně mimo .)
    MLOK
    MLOK --- ---
    kurva já to teď vůbec nestíhám, řekněte mi někdo co si mám stáhnout!
    MATHEW
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    JONY
    JONY --- ---
    robedoor na deleted
    JONY
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    :-)))
    MATHEW
    MATHEW --- ---
    Black Mayonnaise! jak se to vůbec dělá, to ten co má přístup na ftp něco stáhne a pak to nahodí do klubísku pro ty méně šťastné?.)
    JONY
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    MATHEW: to je ta misantropie v praxi
    JONY
    JONY --- ---
    K narozeninám jsem dostal jeden kus navíc cd Ascend "Ample Fire Within" a cd Pentemple. Nehrané. Nabízím každé za 300,-
    MATHEW
    MATHEW --- ---
    teda, prodávat dárečky, no fuj!
    MATHEW
    MATHEW --- ---
    Flying Testicle - Space Desia [Charnel Music 1993]




    This could really be classified as Merzbow/Masonna collaboration (and the folder is titled so) but those two masterminds decided to make a band called Flying Testicle. Besides those two on this record also participated Zev Asher an filmer and musician from Montreal. I guess this album is actually Masonna and Merzbow melted into one unique thing. Both of their usuall is present but they took their sound on a new and completely new level of noise. Very interesting release so be sure to check it out.

    Line up:

    Electronics, Performer [Samples, Beats], Drums, Guitar, Bass - Masami Akita
    Voice [Screams], Guitar, Violin, Synthesizer [Casio], Percussion - Maso Yamazaki
    Voice, Vocals, Bass, Tape, Performer [Toy] - Zev Asher

    http://www.mediafire.com/?x2smd95lkzt
    MATHEW
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    Dead Meadow - Feathers [Matador 2005]



    D.C.-based Dead Meadow are riding the same psych wave that propelled countless ’60s and ’70s acts to hallucinogenic eminence. Featuring gushing globs of guitar, shuddering bass and ethereal, if somewhat indistinct vocals, the band’s fifth disc, Feathers, is a gorgeously euphonic skull-crusher. While a great many contemporary bands are mining similar territory, Dead Meadows find a few new ways to blow minds.

    What separates Dead Meadow from their latter-day peers is their spellbinding sense of hook. Feathers is cacophonous and epic, but ultimately catchy. The fuzzy congeniality of “Stacy’s Song” is a good example of the group's melodic sensibility. A gently tripped-out ballad, it’s kind of thing you might play for a special friend when coming down from a shared psychotropic experience.

    Singer-guitarist Jason Simon rides the rails between the moon-addled dark magic of Barrett-era Floyd and the scorched-earth riffery of Black Sabbath, sometimes in the same song. While his guitar playing is convincing, he doesn’t possess the most compelling set of pipes in the world. Still, he knows how to work with what he’s got, delivering opaque vocal melodies well suited to the spectral haze. Second guitarist and newest member Cory Shane fills in the gaps with glassy, chiming licks that don’t distract from the proceedings. Jason Kille’s fluid and rubbery bass work is a treat; he offers needed punctuation to Simon and Shane’s cascading guitar figures. Drummer Mark Laughlin cracks and snaps somewhere in the distance, keeping the kettle just under a boil.

    “Eyeless Gaze All Eye/Don’t Tell the Riverman” is the album’s centerpiece, a shuffling monstrosity ripped from the psych-rock playbook. The cyclical groove spins through several cycles before launching into a spidery guitar solo. After returning to its stuttering central riff, the tune then settles into Dark Side of the Moon territory – spatial, glacial and intersected with ghostly slide guitar.

    The unearthly “Let It All Pass” owes much of its radiance to lilting guitar figures and an entrancing tempo. It also features a grinding wah-tinged guitar solo, which slices through the middle of the tune with arcane volition. Simon’s vocals sound charmingly cool and distant, his best performance on the album. The song’s lyrics – like much of the disc – are typical lysergic prose. But I do detect an H.P. Lovecraft influence here and there. To their credit, Dead Meadow evoke a florid dread not dissimilar to the writer's best work. .

    Psych rock seems to be everywhere you look these days, but Dead Meadow achieve distinction through their innate ability to combine canny songwriting with sonic adventurousness. Loaded with interesting twists and turns, Feathers is another fine addition to their kaleidoscopic catalog.

    http://massmirror.com/02603e4d488fd972f7d1cb348e229bea.html

    Dead Meadow - Old Growth [Matador 2008]



    Those of you of sound mind and judgement will probably baulk at the twin towers of retro silliness evoked by the terms psychedelia and stoner-rock. One is too vague to be meaningful in the 2008 musical landscape and the other is a diluted parody of its once gargantuan self. So it’s with some trepidation these terms are applied to the trend-bucking progression of Old Growth, the fifth record from Washington’s Dead Meadow. The key however, is there in that title.

    Much like Comets On Fire did on 2006’s outstanding Avatar record, Dead Meadow have honed their retrospective impulses into a refined, not-a-drop-spilt distillation of all that’s come before and made a forward-thinking set of songs that could stake a strong claim as their finest yet.

    A word of warning first: there are no pummelling riffs on Old Growth – the calling card of any self-respecting stoner set – but there are grooves aplenty and it is ultra heavy when it feels like it. Trading the bludgeon and feedback approach in favour of entrancing, elastic riffs that give you that swooping, negative gravity pull in your stomach, Dead Meadow are still very much a bunch of stoner nerds. Stick on a decent pair of headphones, check the lazy guitar scrapes of the central motif on ‘Ain’t Got Nothing (To Go Wrong)’ and just try not to feel even a little woozy, if you need further convincing. Accumulative subtleties, as on the intense and pulsating acoustic reminiscence of ‘Seven Seers’, show that stoner-rock need not always mean a lug-headed approximation of dusty Sabbath riffs.

    As usual, Jason Simon’s vocal is little more than a drowsy, bit part muffle, traipsing in and out of the spotlight when the guitars and drums aren’t swirling around each other. The considered warmth and clarity of bassist Steven Kille’s production gives things a feeling of suggestive escapism where they might once have relied upon a muddy melange and the fantastical worlds of H.P. Lovecraft or Tolkien. Even with that escapism, there is a definite feel of three guys in a room here, but no one is fighting for space and they’ve given due compliment to each other. As a result, a song like ‘What Needs Must Be’ comfortably sways from laidback sing-along to fire-breathing wig-out and back again. In fact, if there was one recurring theme on ‘Old Growth’ it’s that no matter what the style or mood required of any given track, there is a dominant sense of three musicians absolutely at ease with each other, showboating only when the song allows.

    And there are songs here, possibly even singles. Tracks like ‘I’m Gone’ or the almost Beatles-like jangle of ‘Keep On Walking’ are taut and reined where they might once have meandered and bloated to patience-trying lengths. That is perhaps the greatest triumph of Old Growth. Stylistically there is a different kind of freedom (there is even a nod to garage rock on ‘The Queen Of All Returns’) that seems less about affectation or indulgence and more about adhering to the spirit of each individual song, making for harder-fought but longer lasting rewards.

    Ten years down the road and five studio albums in, the DC trio have exhumed the mule and found a way to freshly flog it. Here’s to another decade of progression.

    http://www.mediafire.com/?6fowzoytyzv
    KHALAVERA
    KHALAVERA --- ---
    jde vám ten mediafire? :/
    JONY
    JONY --- ---
    Kliknutím sem můžete změnit nastavení reklam