Thursday, August 09, 2007

In the world that you and I inhabit, that is reality, or the non-blogosphere as some have called it, there is a band named Black Moth Super Rainbow. You can check the link if you don't believe me. You, reader, also may have already heard them, may be familiar with them, or even may be one of the band members checking up on the non-reality of the blogosphere.

They sound like a combination of Air (who famously scored the Sofia Coppola movie The Virgin Suicides) and the British psychedelic bands of the '60s and '70s. Theres even a little of the freak folk thing going on but by ideology more than actual sounds.

To hear them is to be able to imagine what one of their music videos would be like. A hand held camera POV running through the woods, shaky and jerking. The forests colors altered to a duo-chrome, just sepia and occasinally pink, and black. A few kids play around laughing and crying, faintly reminiscent of the cover of Soul Asylum's Let Your Dim Light Shine. It's very visual music.

In the city inside my head there is a run down movie theater that occasionally plays locally produced short films. The screening going on right now is a 30 minute adaptation of Hawthorne's Rappaccini's Daughter. Giovanni is entering Rappacini's garden for the first time and an extended dream-like sequence begins. As he walks, strange plants brush across his body and through his hands as he clears a path. Every shot is crammed with wildly exotic but plastic flora. Each leaf and stalk richly and laboriously assembled by the aspiring filmmaker. Everything is at once both utterly alien and gratingly commonplace, the epitome of jamais vu. Then you realize it's not just the visual feast that completes the scene, but the strange strange music playing in the background:

Black Moth Super Rainbow - Untitled Roadside Demo

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Just Doing Our Job #3

Went to a great show a couple weeks ago to see Screamin' Cyn Cyn and the Pons, a band I talk about entirely too much on this site. Being the headliners, they picked the openers, and thankfully brought Santa Cruz noise-rock collective, The New Thrill Parade into town for what ended up being one of the best sets I've seen in quite a while. Since I'm still trying to process the oddness I witnessed that night, The New Thrill Parade is the focus of this installment of Transmissions From Wintermute's Just Doing Out Job.

After expressing my love to extremely friendly drummer DeSanto, he gave me a free CD and coloring book and told me it was cool to post Thrill Parade songs on our site. I thanked him for the coloring book, but he doesn't have to thank me for the world wide prestige and impenetrable street cred this post will bring. Why? Because we're just doing our jobs. Off their newest release, 2006's Universal Shame, here are four tracks of brooding, pounding, spazzed out art-rock. Yes. Thank you California.

Buy this ablum or their first EP HERE.

Ululations - The New Thrill Parade

The Ostrich - The New Thrill Parade

Body Ship - The New Thrill Parade

No Flowers - The New Thrill Parade

More tracks available on their SITE and MYSPACE.

Making music that one can sit back and take in as a challenging piece of conceptual and sonic art, or rock out to, beating their fists and thrashing their heads in a sweaty mass on the floor is no small feat. But Thrill Parade walks this line confidently, gracefully side-stepping the usual pitfalls of experimental music. Borrow someone's van and drive out to northern California to check out a show sometime.

And here for good measure is a track by Madison's shoegazers-extrodinaire, The Bracelets, off a Sector Five Records compilation:

Future Be Mine - The Bracelets


Thursday, August 02, 2007

Soul Dracula

I have often wondered who's hotter than Dracula, and now I know. It's Soul Dracula. Of course. Tomorrow I leave for the mother country, beautiful Romania, where the wolves are a-howlin' and so on and so forth. I will try to do some international posting from there, but I promise you nothing my friends. Now listen to this incredible song and pray for me.

Hot Blood- Soul Dracula