Keeping my promise.
Irresistible from first to last note. Pierces and whirls and freezes every single cell in your body. Hypnotizes you, listener, to meet your own life and death in just forty-two minutes, knocking heavily on your own gates of towers of silence. No, you don't. You wish not to open those doors to welcome eternal hail and fire, but you simply || have || no || choice. So, let go, and welcome the inevitable surrender to the best album of the year 2014.
Further details and reading:
Krank/The Grimsell Path – Verdant Hum [The Epicurean]
Home. Krank was home the moment I opened its door, and there, I met John Murphy for the very first time, stretching leisurely on my cloudy soul. See, I wasn't aware of his glorious, ha ha, past. I began exploring only after I'd realized he was drumming for LDL above, which I was hoping to see one day, and I did, last May, but alas, he was no longer. As for The Grimsell Path, well it was its backyard alright; for me, that is. Grassy, beautiful, swings n' stuff, but at the back.
Verdant Hum is the only cassette I've ever purchased; unintentionally, and yet. Cassettes are the most wretched of formats. A mistake? I don't think so. True love cannot fail to err.
Shellac – Dude Incredible [Touch and Go]
Listening to Shellac feels like hiking in an arid desert, totally exposed, nowhere to hide, and Dude Incredible is no exception. It uses the same Shellac barren sound to research, contemplate, take notes and comment on society focusing on the individual/s. It projects the conclusions on a closed window, so you cannot avoid looking through, while seeing your own reflection. Nerves stripped, it makes my intellect feel, while denying my heart the singing it usually seeks. The usual Shellac treatment.
In case you prefer concrete to clouds – Steve Albini Breaks Down Shellac's 'Dude Incredible' Track by Track
Best friends are those albums that welcome me home and help me leave all the dull and/or wrong behind me.
Class mammal was my cruelly soothing mirror. Screaming & scratching, drumming & vibrating, it said Speciesism no more. Conquerors of other-self-destruction, be gone. And I, in two-thousand-fourteen, heard the sweetest lullaby of dawn. I still do.
Jucifer – District Of Dystopia [Nomadic Fortress]
Raw and fierce is the roar. Submit. Glowing and sparkling are the beats of life-core. Rejoice. The queen and king have totally disposed of the red carpet, marble floor and chandeliers, to dance you for real, once and for all. Raw is the glamor and glowing its fangs.
The Original parade as revealed on December 30, 2014 on FB:
Overlooked in real time, but should definitely have been included in my best of twenty fourteen:
Hank Wood and the Hammerheads – Stay Home [Toxic State]
Häxxan – Häxxan [Heroic Leisure]
Ausmuteants – Order of Operation [Goner]
The Body – I Shall Die Here [Rvng Intl.]
In memory of
John Murphy 1959-2015
Photo by Karolina Urbaniak