Housing redevelopment - PPL is planning to remove all of the hazardous materials from the site in March. They will then begin the demolition of the silos parallel to 12th Ave SE in April. This demolition will last for approximately two or three months. The next step will be to start construction on the road, the sewer and the first building in July of 2007. That building will take about one year to complete.
Friday, March 23, 2007
R.I.P BUNGE
Rest in peace BUNGE Silos. (Or more accurately, unrest in pieces)
Housing redevelopment - PPL is planning to remove all of the hazardous materials from the site in March. They will then begin the demolition of the silos parallel to 12th Ave SE in April. This demolition will last for approximately two or three months. The next step will be to start construction on the road, the sewer and the first building in July of 2007. That building will take about one year to complete.



Housing redevelopment - PPL is planning to remove all of the hazardous materials from the site in March. They will then begin the demolition of the silos parallel to 12th Ave SE in April. This demolition will last for approximately two or three months. The next step will be to start construction on the road, the sewer and the first building in July of 2007. That building will take about one year to complete.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
MONARCH "Dead Men Tell No Tales" 2xCD

What to tell you about Monarch? Well they're from France, which is good, because France to me is responsible for the BEST outsider metal music. They have an amazing little chanteusse for a singer, who screams like hell is erupting from her lungs but looks like the timid little indie goddess i wish would fall in love with me. They play SLOOOOOOOOOOOOW and agonizing doom metal in the vein of Khanate, Atavist, Burning Witch, etc. And of course, they're pretty damn awesome. I don't say this lightly, especially within the very limited confines of the extreme doom metal genre, cuz there really isn't that much variety among any of these bands. You get slow, atonal/chromatic riffs and some pretty harsh screaming, and that's about it. What i enjoy about Monarch's delivery is the urgency of it-there are no tricks in the recording or their setup-they tune down, yes, but they're not overloading the recording in bass or tracking a thousand guitar layers for the added heaviness-they're just plugging in and exorcising some doom demons through caustic death sludge. This is a reissue on Crucial Blast consisting of two out of print earlier vinyl releases, which i actually don't possess, so it was a welcome release from the Blast. Alas alas Monarch have broken up now, but this early pairing definetely shows you a band that really had mastered the genre pretty quickly and perfected it a few albums later-their last record consisted of one astonishing 60 minute song that is very difficult listening indeed. It's just oppressive, even for me, and i enjoy this sort of thing. Here Monarch deliver five songs unto thee, all of them hovering in the 20-25 minute range, and all save for one fuzz slabs of hateful, epic doom. One of the tracks takes a quieter ambient approach and allows you to cuddle up to the very pretty accented voice of the little French girl who fronts the band as she whispers some sort of horror story about mythical things or seajourneys gone wrong or some sorta weird Melville-esque rant along those lines. Totally essential listening for those bored of Sunn 0))) (and jesus christ, who isn't by this point) and those lamenting the dissolve of Khanate, or maybe for those people like myself who wish that Charlotte Gainsbourg was into more metal.
TROUM & ALL SIDES "Shutun" CD

Gloriously gorgeous collaboration between dream droners Troum and All Sides, whom i know nothing about. No doubt a simple googling would provide some answers but i'm too damn tired right now to worry about trivialities such as an artist's identity. What we have here is a really really beautiful piece of crystalline guitar shimmer, run through about a million effects and transformed into fragile swells of saddened drone tears. Troum have long been one of my favorite groups making ambient music and this is another notch in their belt of fine releases. I can't think of a bad one in the bunch! This record is one 60 or so minute piece that morphs and changes and mutates throughout its course, but always keeping one foot firmly planted in the garden of sadness that Troum eternally tends to. What i like best about Troum is that everything is done live-there isn;t any after the fact processing, all the sounds that they make come from their guitars and effects as they're played, which is an odd thing for this sort of music, and a fact which makes it all the more amazing. Sure, Tim Hecker creates equally beautiful and placid lakes of melancholy sound, but he runs everything through computers to achieve the desired results. Call me a purist but i like the live bent of Troum's stuff. Towards the end of this record the effects start to fade out and we're left with a good 15 minutes of Mogwai style delayed guitar melodies, repeating over and over until things quietly crumble and fade away. It's the sort of record that you wish went on forever! Pretty swanky packaging too-comes in a metal box with screened printing on the top. Minimalist but maximalist at the same time-just like the sounds on this wonderful album.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
KEVIN DRUMM "Sheer Hellish Miasma" CD

This is a short one, but i felt the need to say a little about this being that it's just been reissued. This is my favorite noise album of all time. EVER. Nothing comes close to the pure destructive essence of this record, and nothing ever will. It's the ultimate expression of what a pure noise record should be-no relent, no salvation, just pure, dense speaker-destroying shards of white hot brain eviscerating horror. Kevin Drumm knew exactly what he was trying to accomplish on this record. Nothing in music tops this, not even supposed noise legends like Merzbow, Aube, JoJo Hiroshige, etc. This is in league with maybe Haino, but even he doesn't get this punishing. The influence of this record is felt across the genre today, and how sad it must be for even amazing sound sculptors like Prurient or The Rita to know that no matter how corrosive their own aural symphonies may be, they will never match the power inherent in "Sheer Hellish Miasma." There's no point in talking about individual songs here because they're irrelevant, the whole record just grabs you by the throat and bludgeons you endlessly for an hour. The last track provides some brief respite but even it's fucking noisy by most people's standards. What i really like is that Kevin never really tried to repeat this either, even his other noise records-nothing is as sonically whole and enveloping as this record. I love this album-it's definetley in my top 20 of all time and it's essential to anyone interested in noise. My favorite memory of this is listening to it with Ben and his ex wife Margaux in a car as we drove somehwre that was quite a distance away. As Ben and i just zoned out and took in the terror in an awestruck manner Margaux was in pain-which doesn't surprise me because this record is PUNISHMENT for people who aren't familiar with noise. And yet we listened to the entire record, no stops, no reprieve-part of me feels bad for making Margaux suffer through it, but i think somehow she's better off having had Kevin Drumm in her life. So this is Drumm's masterful love letter to noise and black metal (the more outer strains of it in sound, but completely devotional to black metal in its aesthetic) and it's a must have for anyone even feigning an interest in noise-if you don't love this record then the concept of noise music will never be grasped. Thumbs down to Editions Mego for reissuing this and including a pointless ambient bonus track-this record's sole prupose is terrorism of the ears. Double thumbs down for jumping on the bandwagon and paying Stephen O'Malley money to basically redo the original cover art in a less impressive package. I mean, seriously, all he fucking did was shrink it down to the size of a jewel case and move the "KD" over a bit. Way to go, Mego. Boo and hiss.
Friday, March 16, 2007
LIFELOVER "Erotik" CD

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Thursday, March 15, 2007
Monday, March 12, 2007
ZODIACS "Gone" CD

Welcome to pyschedelic noise scuzz hell, scum. This CD is serious and is not forgiving of nonbelievers. A "power trio" comprised of main minds behind Wooden Wand, Hush Arbours, and Sunburned Hand of the Man, Zodiacs are out to destroy yr fragile mind and everything it holds earthly. This is powerful incensing destructo rock from deeper corners of drug altered minds, grabbing the sun in two hands and throwing it down to earth in fiery storm of fuzzed out shit guitar, crashing drums heavy on the cymbals and wandering bass completely forging it's own path. Make no mistake- this is heavy beyond words in every sort of way and totally wasted, drowning in its hallucinations of rock majesty. Four epic tracks of utter void with no attention to melody, production values or structure, just pure, improvised electric guitar-led waste. Completely outstanding and frightening, wah-ed out guitars paying homage to darker gods while listless rhythyms pound your psyche into oblivion. To me, this collective work surpasses everything these three guys have done in their own work and that says a lot, because i love Wooden Wand as well as Hush Arbours (check out their contribution to Three Lobed Records' "Modern Containment" series for an equally mind melding dose of crippling psych guitar, preceded by a whole record's worth of fragile dryad/forest depths psych.) Don't worry-it's not all free form "reach for the sky" guitar heroics-Zodiacs lock into a groove in every track and these grooves will carry you the fuck away-it's very reminsicent of the equally fucking amazing Residual Echoes (and how very surprising that the two entitities share a label, the incredible Holy Mountain. ) This record is gonna go down in the annals of modern psych history as a massive document of three major powers in the underworld forces of psychedelics and with good reason-it's powerful like Fushitsusha, loud and scuzzy like Boris' most damaged moments and interested in nothing other than griding your mind into pulp. Waste away.
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