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Between
Rock and Hard Space
ST
37
Down
on Us (Emperor Jones)
Southkill
Southkill
(Noreaster Failed Industries)
Those lovable, furry, science-fiction addled English hippy
rockers Hawkwind have cast an impressively long shadow over
contemporary rock, electronic, and ritual trance music since
their early-’70s heyday, when they regularly played free shows
under highway bridges and outside the gates of European rock
festivals, scoring an improbable U.K. hit with “Silver Machine”
(featuring none other than Lemmy Kilmister, later of Motörhead,
on lead vocals). While the current cultural impact of the
Hawks’ musical starship’s wanderings have been diluted over
the past five years or so by squabbling between rival alumni
camps (one headed by guitarist Dave Brock, one by saxman Nik
Turner), there’s no shortage of guitar-and-synthesizer-wielding
groups stepping forward to fill the blanga-sphere with choice
smash-and-bash-flavored trance and space rock.
Austin, Texas’ ST 37 may well be the best of the bunch, and
Down on Us, their second record on the Emperor Jones
label, is as good an introduction to this prolific, long-standing
underground favorite as you’re ever likely to find. After
the release of 1999’s I Love to Talk, If There’s Anything
to Talk About, veteran sequencer player Carlton Crutcher
departed from the band (although he’s featured on four tracks
on this new record), leaving the remaining quartet with a
lot of extra sonic space to fill. No worries, though, as bassist
S.L. Telles and a few well-selected guest artists (on cello,
turntables, “space echo” and keyboards) carve admirably evocative
soundscapes in the gaps where Carlton once romped—without
ever diluting the straight-up rock poundings being issued
by drummer David Cameron and guitarists Mark Stone and Joel
Crutcher. That extra auditory breathing room brings melody
and vocals to the front of the mix and, once again, the band
succeed admirably in their new configuration with surprisingly
catchy riffs and clever, thoughtful words to spare.
Southkill (a duet featuring New Zealand-bred Jason Kerr and
former Glitter of Cohoes player John Dudley) eschew words,
for the most part, in a potent instrumental take on powerful
drone-fortified rock & roll. Their self-titled record
features only five cuts, but they’re long ones, all well-developed
and muscular, with insistent, pulsing rhythms and floating
guitar figures wrestling for supremacy throughout this record’s
run. Far more minimalist than ST 37, Southkill cut right to
the heart of Hawkwind’s seminal sound, distilling the grind
and groove of a lockstep-tight guitar-and-drum tandem into
a fine, potent musical brew, equally suitable for meditation
or marauding, depending on your mood. This is space rock rooted
firmly in granite substrate, and it’s an auspicious debut
from a band worth watching.
—J.
Eric Smith
Nad
Navillus
Iron
Night (Jagjaguwar)
The name of the man behind Nad Navillus can be found by reading
the two words in reverse. This new moniker actually gives
a sort of strident heft to what would otherwise carry a neighborly
friendliness. In fact Mr. Sullivan is no stranger to the world
of oblique handles, having been a collaborator in the ever-puzzlingly
named outfit Songs: Ohia.
Lost sleep, polluted skies, impending freeze, unsatisfied
urges, and release through drink and conflagration run through
these nine songs, as well as the package assortment of guilt,
fear and the inevitability of death. This nicely crafted tour
through darkness actually sounds more upbeat than it is at
its core—not that you’d mistake any of these for cheery pop.
Based around a guitar-fronted combo, a song like “What Is
Hers to Take Tonight” bears more than a passing resemblance
to Richard Thompson (albeit without the added scorch of Mr.
Thompson’s guitar playing). “Too Tight” is positively riveting
as its bed of guitars weave a tapestry that sounds like a
fuzzless Hüsker Dü. Since the actual total number of sunny
hours is less than those identified by cloudiness or night,
there are plenty of opportunities for this music to line up
nicely with the world within and without.
—David
Greenberger
Matthew
Shipp
Equilibrium
(Thirsty Ear)
One of Shipp’s more accessible albums, Equilibrium
is the first of three recordings this New York pianist plans
to release this year. The man is inherently collaborative;
this features his interplay with longtime associates William
Parker on bass, Gerald Cleaver on drums and Chris Flam on
synths and programs. And the new element is Khan Jamal, whose
vibraphone broadens Shipp’s textures without diluting them.
The pieces swing between the pensive and the pulsating, and
overall the album grows more watery as it progresses. Such
pieces as “Vamp to Vibe,” “The Root” and “The Key” traverse
Shipp’s darker, more percussive approach. In contrast, the
thoughtful, deliberate title tune, “World of Blue Glass” and
the eerie “Nu Matrix” exhibit Shipp’s more painterly, ambient
side. The production is luminous, the atmosphere paradoxically
soothing yet modern. Even though several tracks seem at first
to wander, the album is ultimately of a piece. It’s subtle,
too: Shipp and Flam have produced it so each track serves
up a different soundfield. While none of it approaches the
disturbing, it’s finally more stimulating than calming. Think
of background music that forces its way to the forebrain,
Equilibrium makes you glad it finds its proper place.
Guess that’s why Shipp is categorized as avant-garde.
—Carlo
Wolff
ScoLoHoFo
Oh!
(Blue Note)
Behind this saw-toothed creation of a word are four exemplary
players: guitarist John Scofield, saxophonist Joe Lovano,
bassist Dave Holland and drummer Al Foster. They’ve worked
together over the decades in various combinations, but not
all together as a quartet. And, of course, they all have the
letter “o” as the vowel in the first syllable in their last
names.
After two tours (in 1999 and 2002), the four convened in New
York City to record their debut. All four are well-developed
composers, nicely causing the disc to tip the scales at nearly
77 minutes. The length of a double album, Oh! never
bogs down, due to the richness of the writing and endless
surprise in the performances. Holland’s more elliptical melodic
sensibilities are a fine counterpoint to Scofield’s post-bop,
with Foster’s “Bittersweet” and Lovano’s “New Amsterdam” bringing
in elements from blues to ’60s avant-garde. Remarkably, with
writing as broad as that, this set holds together with the
cohesive identity of a unified combo. This is a testament
to their strength as players, each with a strong individual
voice, but with the understanding of what’s possible with
sympathetic interplay.
—D.G.
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