Label: Soleimoon Format: CD
Face The Wound is a Sprache Opera, a dialogue between the male and female voices. Known for working with found sounds, Z’ev assembled the narrative of Face The Wound from 30 cassettes collected from thrift shops, garage sales, and flea markets. The rhythms of the voices mix with the rhythms of electronic percussion and electronic textures. The journey through Z’ev’s assembled narrative isn’t an easy one, I’d go as far as saying it’s apocalyptic. Scene three deals with incest. “1 + 1 = kill your parents” and laughter punctuate the ever shifting and unsettling voices. Religion is never far away. One of the sources Z’ev worked with is recordings of media evangelists. References to the end times appear again and again. Face The Wound is dark, but there’s also an uneasy catharsis.
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Label: Stretchy Format: CD
Like Hawkwind before them, the Ozrics have stuck to their groove with determined, singled-minded commitment to spacey reggae bass and soaring, intricate guitar line. Rushy, twiddly synths, flute twirls and all the expected head, ears and what’s left of the brain in the sky moments ride over faux-Arabic percussion and nifty keyboard throbs. It’s all very lysergic, and as they’ve been at it for 17 years now (is it really that long? How time flies when the bonghits keep coming…) there is nothing left to chance for the preparation of an Egyptianate UFO trip to the stars on Pyramidion, Techno influences included.
This is supposedly a mini-album, but at 41 minutes it’s a tad long to be an EP really. Five tracks, four of them live versions off the Hidden Step and Waterfall
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The Klinker The Sussex, London 20 September 2001
Well, The Klinker was its normal inchoate self: the irrepressible Hugh Metcalfe yelling “We start in ten minutes” as a half dozen apparently unrelated machine operators tinker with toy tape recorders, laptops, bits of wiring, large wineglasses, violin bows and Super 8 projectors. I concieve a momentary connexion between autism and the avant-garde – the unconnectedness, the lack of affect, it’s all here tonight at The Klinker.
But behind this buzz of overgrown childsplay there stand devices rarely seen at this venue: a full drum kit (without ethnicky extensions or innovative modifications), big Roland guitar amps, a Strat copy and a Westone bass. Tonight Tony Hill
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Tufnell Park Dome, London 2 September 2001
A history lesson… Everything you think you know is wrong. The last ten years never happened. Mrs. Thatcher’s still in power, The Dome‘s still standing (Tufnell Park that is… not the Big Tent), and Conflict are still gigging. We are ruled by a bunch of corporate whores who’d sell out their own party for some cash from Ronald McDonald.
Hang on a minute…
Okay, fuck the history. Apart from the Thatcher bit (although I always prefer to refer to her as Baroness Thatcher – it has more of the melodramatic villain about it. “Mrs” Thatcher always sounds like the sort of person you’d buy delicious home-baked sponge cake from at a village fete, rather than some Nazi bitch from Hell) we’re bang up to date. (OK, technically the last ten years DID happen, but… oh, fuck off).
And that’s why Conflict are here.
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