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RUMS #40/15

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We have issue two ready. Before its official release we would like to ask labels, stores, artists or anyone else interested in being part of our magazine. We are offering ads (banner) for our second issue dedicated to US psychedelic music. Below you can find example. Magazine will be released by Guerssen Records and it will be available worldwide.
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Nest Egg - Respectable (2015) review


Nest Egg - Respectable (Bathetic Records, 2015)

2015 is a good time to be alive if your a fan of psychedelic music, specifically the offshoot genre "space rock". With many bands embracing the sonic soundscapes that seem almost astral we are lucky, nothing better than being blown out of this world by music! A perfect example of this cosmic rock would be Nest Egg from North Carolina. Their album "Respectable" dropped earlier this year helping spread their sound to the masses. Probably best known for being the band that the Austin Psych Fest resident in-house DJ "Al Lover" has been singing their praises since last year. Those praises were quite accurate, clearly wearing their influences on their shoulders you can almost hear the German innovators of Krautrock in the repetitive grooves of the songs, with the sonic overlords "Hawkwind" whispering into their ears much like the devil might do if this were your conscience. Nest Egg were able to record a great album that helps capture the sound of their live show which from what I've seen from YouTube clips, is a must see! Be sure to grip this record before it gets discovered by the masses and goes out of print!

Review made by Matt Yablonski/2015
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Renny Wilson - Punk Explosion/Extension (2015) review


Renny Wilson - Punk Explosion/Extension (Mint Records, 2015)

You may recall from the interview with Edmonton wonderkids "The Betrayers" the mention of an artist named Renny Wilson. Notably known for his uber pop record Sugarglider, if you're familiar with that release you're in for a shock. Recorded off and on between 2007 - 2015 this is some of the sleaziest weirdo punk music to come out of Canada. Pitched shifted vocals are probably the first thing that grab you, don't worry your record player is working. Gnarled screams blend well with the pop song writing Renny is best known for. Humour is prominent on this record as well, I mean seriously listen to his cover of "Jukebox Hero" and try not to laugh at the hilarity of the songs. The name might be a nod to Jon Spencer's Blues Explosion but trust me this is a very different beast. Be sure to pick this up before your favorite skateboarder features a song in their next video and makes this record stuff of legends! A+ 

Review made by Matt Yablonski/2015
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Finchley Boys - Everlasting Tributes (1972) review


Finchley Boys "Everlasting Tributes" (Golden Throat Records, 1972)

Established early 1968, Finchley Boys quickly became a popular live act in and around their birthplace of Champaign, Illinois. The next step, of course, was to transfer the magic onto tape, and in September the band entered the studio with the goal of putting together an album. Sessions continued through June 1969, but the results of the band's work did not materialize until a few years later, when "Everlasting Tributes" was released.

Acid-fried blues rock was where Finchley Boys were at, and their affection and aptitude for the music resonates loud and clear amid the album. Gutted with bone-crushing guitar leads, bristling with venom, "Everlasting Tributes" indicates the band spent a lot of time spinning sides by the Yardbirds, while casting a further ear towards the progressively heavy sounds of bands such as the Litter, Iron Butterfly, and Steppenwolf. Striking a neo-jazz stance, "Once I Was A Boy" emulates both Cream and the Doors, and a shout-out goes to the Kinks via a weighty cover of "I'm Not Like Everybody Else." But influences aside, Finchley Boys certainly had their own personal ambitions in check. The band's arrangements could be rather challenging, and their songwriting instincts were commendable. In fact, two of the album's best tracks, "It All Ends" and "Restrictions" are original numbers. Floating on atmospheric ground, "It All Ends" is wrapped in a lonely psychedelic fog, where "Restrictions" is a hard rocking monster seething with angry vocals, screaming power chords and throttling rhythms.

Navigated by military-styled drumming, "Hooked" and "Who's That Talkin'," a traditional blues piece peppered with a jagged jam and dirty harmonica huffing and puffing, also receive a solid stamp of approval. With the exception of the emotionally fragile "Swelling Waters," there's nothing the least bit poised or pretty about "Everlasting Tributes." Pockmarked with warts and scars, the album inspects Finchley Boys in their natural state. But it's the earthy and edgy performances, topped with an organic production, that make "Everlasting Tributes" the intriguing relic that it is.

Review made by Beverly Paterson/2015
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RUMS #39/15

Heute ist RUMStag!

Auch heute stelle ich euch wieder einige Nähbloggeraktionen rum um das Thema
  #bloggerfuerfluechtlinge vor - ist es doch aktueller denn je:


Es gibt die Aktion Mini-Decki, hier werden Kuscheldecken für die Flüchtlingskinder genäht! Hier gibt es weitere Infos: MINI-Decki für die Österreicher und MINI-Decki für die Deutschen!
Und hier der Aufruf "Simplify your fabric" - nähe, was du kannst aus Resten, die du eh hast. Klickt euch mal rüber zu Ephrata!

Die Facebookgruppe "Sew a smile" steht auch jeder Nähwütigen weiter offen!

Oder ihr kauft euch für einen Spendenbetrag fertige Aufbügler oder eine Plottdatei bei Sanni.

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The Fast Camels - The Magic Optician (2007) & Dead Rooms and Butterfly Dreams (2014) reviews


The Fast Camels - The Magic Optician (Neon Tetra, 2007) & Dead Rooms and Butterfly Dreams

Love's exceptional lead guitar figure Johnny Echols has said of modern-day Glasgow group The Fast Camels that they remind him of Love when the legendary LA group were just getting it together at Bido Lito's club back in 1966. So it's no surprise to learn that there's an inherent inventiveness at work, and also a high degree of musical fluidity at play within the work of the Fast Camels. A vibrant intensity shines through much of their material, and often helps to propel their collective playing overall. And it's this, coupled with a strong sense of identity - to say nothing of the pathos and particular sense of humour that can be heard shifting about inside the music being created here - that gives them a woven together definition, or at the very least sets them aside from a lot of groups that are happening on the current British scene. It's also true to say that many groups whose origins lie over in the west coast of Scotland have inherited some of the qualities outlined above (more so if they're especially blessed) when they gather to write and play music together. I couldn't begin to list all of them but certainly the likes of The Poets, The Sensational Alex Harvey Band, and Teenage Fan Club are but a few of the city's names which readily spring to mind. And so in considering the Fast Camels there is also this mixture of styles going on, gallant innovation, a creative originality beating at the heart of things, and oh yes a super-intended high fun quotient too!
The Fast Camels issued their first album "The Magic Optician" back in 2007 as a one-off CD release on the Neon Tetra label. Even when heard today this is a total blast of fresh air, a set that sounds truly hip and happening, and easily as poptastically psychedelic in places as many names who've gone on to win thousands of fans and garnered many plaudits and column inches along the way... Openers '50 Things On Your Mind' and 'Like A Magic Optician' are perhaps the most '67 British "Choc Soup" acid-sounding the group has ever been! Although 'Comforting Things' and the galloping advances of 'Can You See Me?' are also strong contenders here. The group's widely-acclaimed follow-up "Dead Rooms and Butterfly Dreams" didn't appear until seven years later when their own Magic Optician label unleashed it in the late summer of 2014. At times this comes across like a totally different sounding group altogether; the songwriting appearing more mature and inherently more serious in places; the influence of more west coast USA versus the British '67 early Floyd and psyched-out beat angles coming over very much more resounding. There are very obvious differences too in the various expressions of guitar and vocal interplay.Definite flourishes of those distinctly offbeat musical textures and a certain, hard to put a finger on tangibility that is also heard throughout much of Love's material can also be detected weaving its way in and out of the Fast Camels playing. 'Privately Insane' is one of this sets real standouts, the way it pulls and pushes itself forward in compelling art-jazz style waves. This in itself is a great homage to that '66 Love sound. However, in both full-length collections we hear a modern-day group which is teeming with many such similar qualities and ideas as their forbears and, throughout, the group can be heard reaching out and striving for their own particular identity. 
Yes I know, we are lagging behind somewhat in time as this is now already April 2015 and so even their latest "... Butterfly Dreams" isn't all that new today but, regardless, it is still pretty fresh on the ears and ... well actually this is about as bang up to date as we're gonna get. Well not quite as they now also have 'Cobbler Clarence' (their favourite song from the album) to get a taste of what constitutes this group's humorous, down-to-earth conceptuality and sense of celebration as expressed through artistic enthusiasm and an ongoing burst of momentum. Despite it being kinda challenging, and engaging too, in a strange way it's still a mightily odd choice for a single. Go here now to check it out for yourselves: http://youtu.be/Cfq76WtX9oM Purchasers of the single will also be rewarded with a bunch of non-album selections that include 'She's Seen Enough', 'Donnie's Hearse Curse' and the awfully-pun titled 'Swiggin In The Griffin' (a reference to a long-hip Glasgow watering hole) and, although not my favourite of their releases, showcases their continued fervour and wide-ranging scope; both Drew Sturgeon (lead vocalist and rhythm guitar) and lead guitarist Mark O'Connor are the group members responsible for initiating their highly enervating song craft art. 
From the very beginning of "The Magic Optician" the group has openly embraced the countless wide angles, oblique borders and grey areas of what constitutes the multi-coloured world of psychedelia. For the Fast Camels this comes, for the most part, in the shape of a raft of bounding beat-infused rockers and more out-and-out pop-psych styled toe-tappers. While they're not too shy of bringing in overtly vintage-sounding phrases here and there, with many eclectic references influencing the way the songs are built upon, and the general direction and layers of each performance, equally they aren't afraid of ringing the changes with some truly wistful, melodious and modern-thinking interchanges. 'Like A Magic Optician' from (obviously) 'The Magic Optician' as outlined earlier evokes the spectre of such as Syd Barrett's early days and traipses through the toytown psych world quite successfully, while tracks such as 'Golden Greeter', 'Penny Pinching Debt Collector' and 'Ken's Sad Vice' from "Dead Rooms and Butterfly Dreams" evince an atmosphere that comes almost from the opposite side of the spectrum, being much less psych-inclined too, and clad in something "other". Here it seems they are going for a clever, if slightly more indie sounding approach with the songs' rhythmic patterns owing more to the now than the then ...  And so it is with the presence of one or two challenging sounding snatches too that might perhaps be a little unfamiliar, or maybe not so comfortable - at least for a lot of psych and garage beat heads (who might want a slightly easier ride) but this is the bag they're in. 
I do enjoy it when some groups don't readily always fit neatly into my, or your bag too probably, as this can give them their own space and defining stance, a signpost of their own merit and making and can also invoke a sense of unity and of belonging; and not always to the pigeon-hole that you or I will automatically try to slot them into. As long as the material itself has appeal and stands out to gain our attention. Although The Fast Camels sound millions of miles away from either the likes of say The Soft Boys and REM, back in their very early days they held a similar position in the musical landscape of their day. Off kilter at times, we'll certainly, but also highly appealing and with a great sense of occasion. 

Review made by Lenny Helsing/2015
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Orgasmo Sonore - Revisiting Obscure Library Music (2015) review


Orgasmo Sonore - Revisiting Obscure Library Music (Cineploit Records, 2015)

François Riendeau, better known to most by his musical alter-ego, Orgasmo Sonore has been expanding my musical tastes for quite some time now.  I discovered him while plumbing the depths of the Cineploit label’s back catalog after hearing Zoltan, who blew my mind, for the first time.  Most of the Cineploit stuff was either right up my alley or I just couldn’t get into it for one reason or another, but I think that most experimental stuff is like that to be honest though.  When I first came across Orgasmo Sonore I honestly didn’t even know what to think.  His SoundCloud page had me listening to it for days after a while, just checking out all the different kinds of stuff that he was into.  There was some instant common ground that we shared, especially Ennio Morricone, and I knew if he could approach the work of such a talented individual as that with enough reverence to do it justice and not screw it up, I could probably trust him to open up some new doors for me musically.  I was especially fascinated by his knowledge, of all things, of ‘library’ music.  With all the love and attention the giallo genre is enjoying right now there’re a ton of other styles of soundtrack work that deserve just as much praise.  Unfortunately, it’s hard to even hear a lot of that stuff without watching whatever it was used in and next to impossible to find out who performed or wrote some of it.  That’s where someone like Frank Rideau steps in and under the helping guise of the Orgasmo Sonore moniker, walks you through some of his favorite compositions that you probably had no idea even existed.  His latest release Revisiting Obscure Library Music is specifically aimed at just that in fact.  As always it was done for the Cineploit label and is available in your choice of 12” vinyl, CD, or digital formats (hyperlink is a direct webstore link, US orders can be made for some stuff through LiTA).  While Orgasmo Sonore’s previous releases have concentrated a little bit more on some of the more widely accepted types of soundtrack work from across the globe that have seen a big resurgence in popularity lately, Obscure Library Music instead focuses simply on what Orgasmo Sonore likes and listens to.  Flutes abound on the opening track “L’Erba Di Prima” and it instantly conjures images of just about any Italian film I have ever seen right from the get-go.  Orgasmo Sonore’s unique ability to translate and reinterpret soundtrack work has long been an envy of mine, but this album truly takes things to another level.  The intensity with which he recreates the soft, vibrant pallets of sound from the 60s, 70s and 80s without any of the expensive equipment is almost unbelievable.  It’s his sheer will and determination that shine through on these tracks, immaculately constructed, composed and executed by a single man.  The second track “Prairies” moves more into the Morricone zone that I felt so comfortable with when I first heard Orgasmo Sonore, the twanging guitars and wah drenched rhythm tracks bleed Spaghetti Western from every pore.  I should also point out that Orgasmo Sonore’s drumming is done live with a real drum kit, it’s not synthesized or programmed, which for me adds to the finished product of his work in a big way heavily influencing his style and setting him apart from a lot of people that use canned or synth drums.  “Prairies” sounds like a song out of time in many ways, it was obviously written and performed sometime ago, but Orgasmo Sonore breathes such a vivid new life into it that it’s hard to imagine it’s not just a pastiche or homage piece to the songs of the past, but is in fact the real deal.  Following on “Prairies” heels “White Sands” is the quintessential idea of international film muzak to my mind.  Soft, totally non-threatening guitars croon beneath a lithely shifting section of warm mellow strings and keys.  To be honest, “White Sands” actually sounds a lot like something off of the Manos: The Hands Of Fate soundtrack, which is also coincidentally going to finally be seeing an official release on vinyl this year as well.  The surrealistic tones and bizarre structure of much of the Manos material is quite evidenced in “White Sands” and give a very good clue of where the composers from Manos were drawing much of their inspiration.  “Viadotti” keeps the playful warm energy going with the next track, this time relying more on synthesized horns than strings though.  All I can imagine is two young lovers running about in a brightly lit sunny field playfully flirting in the most cheesy innocent 70s cinema sense.  The drums bound and bubble while the bass follows it accordingly and the flutes are most definitely back at this point; you can actually hear several different types if you’re paying attention in fact.  The funky, almost disco vibes of “Viadotti” are seriously infectious to say the least.  Even if you’re not a big fan of this type of stuff normally, I guarantee that this song’s going to get you!  “Tempo Suspero” instantly shifts back into my wheelhouse from there, the original composition is after all by Bruno Nicolai who I have a pretty deep affection for.  The tense, hammered harpsichord key progression that jangles above the ebbing waves of choral voices chanting beneath them, they mix and blend with the distorted electric guitar delivering a secondary lead line for the song, almost battling it out with the synth harp, before seamlessly melding together into a perfect combination of both during the apex and subsequent ending of the song.  “Tempo Suspero” is absolutely, undeniably, certifiably, one-hundred percent bad ass!  And in my opinion “Tempo Suspero” makes Revisiting Obscure Library Music worth the price of admission simply on it’s own, far outshining it’s original counterpart and standing as a glowing example of the magic that Orgasmo Sonore is able to interject into his music even when it’s someone else’s composition.  “Canon” contains a clip of some dialogue from some film from some country, though I have no idea what language it is, what movie it’s from, or what they’re talking about.  All I know is that it isn’t English, but you can draw enough from the way the dialogue is emoted to form an emotional linchpin for “Canon” which is important.  It’s a well thought out plan on Sonore’s part that, as always, plays out nearly flawlessly.  Gentle and yet somehow strong, like green wood able to bend forever without breaking, able to resist fire, able to re-grow and rebound, living and breathing – the music of “Canon” is truly breathtaking.  The seemingly simple shifting melody of haunting strings behind soft muted flutes that breath atop them are at times ghostly and haunting, while at all times absolutely beautiful.  “Canon” appears to be the essence of this project, and I think that Orgasmo Sonore has an ability, an ability to see what others can’t, an ability to breathe a new life into the sounds and emotions that he can see and perceive in the world around us that others miss and “Canon” may be one of the strongest examples of that.  “Canon” should probably come off kind of hackish or uninspired, but instead Orgasmo Sonore drives it home to a deeply emotional place based, in the most simple and pure of memories and emotions.  It’s a level of thought applied to music that very few people outside of the actual soundtrack field are even capable of beginning to comprehend, let alone apply.  Moving forward “Confronto” is another piano and harpsichord driven song.  This time though the song’s much more in the thriller vein, the piano and harpsichord being teamed beside groaning organs and a series of echoed bass lines that hold the entire piece together.  I’d really love to hear Orgasmo Sonore tackle one of these Revisiting albums with just his choice of mystery and thriller stuff as I think that’s where he shines the most, but maybe that’s just my closed mindedness speaking because honestly, given a choice, I’m not sure I’d see a single limitation placed on Orgasmo Sonore outside of something Frank would dream up himself.  His work is always intriguing and his vision unparalleled, being just a few of the reasons he’s one of my favorite things going right now.  His intricate ear for detail and attention to such things makes him perfectly suited for creating rich and vivid performance, even if like “Confronto” they last only about two minutes.  During this finite period of time “Confronto” wavers back and forth between suspenseful mourning tones and fits of diabolical fear of some unknown thing that’s stalking you through dark streets and darkened alleyways of Orgasmo Sonore’s music that lead to “Moonlight Drive”, which is another of Revisiting Library Music’s most interesting moments.  It starts off woefully sullen, a choir of voices chanting in unison behind a slow melancholy melody, before exploding into a synthesizer lead a la the original 60s Star Trek and getting funky with it.  And I do mean funky.  The bass and flutes begin to square off and shimmy down repeated progressions of call and repeat with each other.  Now, some of this album feels like much neglected soundtrack work that could have been, or was, drawn from some of the great composers of the giallo and horror world, but this is not one of those tracks.  “Moonlight Drive” attempts to really bring home the idea that you’re listening to a much more inclusive and altogether probably more interesting and intelligent collection of music than such a stilted pigeonholed view of music from that period.  “A Mind Level” combines¬¬¬ the two opposite sides of the same coin in one convenient package right after that, as if subconsciously agreeing with me.  It’s at once both very rooted in the Carpentercore synth heavy sound of horror as well as the funky giallo and westerns soundtracks from around Italy.  It’s an extremely interesting combination to say the least.  Jazzy 80s guitars team up with a romping bass to tag team on and off with the heavy lead synth lines that permeate from “A Mind Level” from the bottom up.  The next track “Electric Manages” takes the world music genre and ingeniously flips it on its head.  At first it sounds like fairly generic world music, but then the creepy synthesized progressions and blips of keys begin to appear.  It’s also the only song on the album that I’m aware of that utilizes a vocoder, if only for one line ‘electric nightmares’ which is echoed several times throughout “Electric Manages”.  It’s as funk and giallo disco as it is discombobulated horror or thriller fodder, and it thinly treads a line of foraying into almost laughable territory.  But somehow it never once even sets foot there.  Again I think this is proof of Orgasmo Sonore’s impeccable taste and untouchable knowledge of the proud heritage from where he draws his sounds, influences, and sometimes as in this case, even compositions.  “Space Team” may well be the best track on Revisiting Obscure Library Music but I’m not sure I can explain exactly why that is.  The tightly wound synth arp in the background melts into the undulating synthesizers that probe the gritty world around them, gliding effortlessly above the rest of the mix.  It may be the almost flute like tones that Orgasmo manages to smuggle into the song, but it’s one a minute and forty seconds and I’m kind of unsure how such a short piece of work can be my favorite piece amongst such an impressive collection of otherwise pretty well full-fledged full-length songs.  Finishing out the album is the track “Gypsy Manou”.  “Gypsy Manou” seems to combine every type of music present on Revisiting Obscure Library Music, the few extremely heartfelt almost ballad like songs such as “Canon” notwithstanding, however it’s the only other track on the album with any dialogue, and again in another language, so don’t ask me what they’re talking about.  There’s funky dissonant electric guitar in the background though, tight lively drums holding a tightly wound jazz rhythm most definitely inspired by Goblin, and there’s some wonderful piano work as well.  It’s amazing to think that one person is able to simply pick up this many different instruments, sounds and unconnected pieces and then assemble them back into a reconstructed interpretation of music of which most people would have dismissed or simply forgotten about.  The triumphant lead lines of the electric guitar that build and grow along with a hissing synthesizer snarling a repeated melody along it’s side begin to break down more and more and when it’s finally greeted by a small symphony of strings, it exudes one last call into the darkness before withering away into a shrinking pinhole of sound to end the album.  Revisiting Library Music is an impressive album for a lot of different reasons, but none more so than its subject matter.  This is music that other people considered toss away stuff, nothing to be acknowledged or admired.  Frank Rideau not only vehemently disagrees with this sentiment, but with his absolutely back breaking release schedule I have no doubt that he’ll be delivering more testaments of his sermon in his continued attempts to win people over to this kind of music and his style of viewing music.  His all-encompassing, all welcoming acceptance of all things presented to him with a truly open mind.  I still remember the note that he sent me with the LP.  All it really said was, “Hope you enjoy this and it introduces you to a whole new world of music”.  It has Frank, it most certainly has.  I pay more attention to every note on every single thing that I watch or hear.  I appreciate cues and clips more.  In short, Orgasmo Sonore made my world a little bit of a better place with this album and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to thank him enough for it.  If you want to get in on the experience than I highly recommend you get a move on.  Everything that Cineploit puts out is limited, even their CDs are usually limited to no more than 500 copies.  So swing by there brand new webshop (don’t worry there’s a link below, no need for nasty Google searches) and if you need more testament to the skills and diverse nature of Orgasmo Sonore’s music than check out the SoundCloud link below for everything you’d ever need.  Oh, and enjoy!

- Listen to some music here: https://soundcloud.com/orgasmo-sonore/sets

Review made by Roman Rathert/2015
© Copyright http://psychedelicbaby.blogspot.com/2015

Martin Rev - Clouds Of Glory (2015) review


Martin Rev - Clouds Of Glory (Permanent Records, 2015)

Now most people are probably more familiar with Martin Rev, also known as Martin Reverby, for his work with the band Suicide, but he also has an almost schizophrenically eclectic back catalog of material.  Now, this isn’t to imply that he’s crazy or untalented, as obviously he’s far from either of those things.  It is instead, to point out the jaw-dropping versatility that Reverby is capable of as an artist.  A lot of people like to label use descriptors like, “it’s like a Suicide album/song BUT...” and there’s no need for such things.  I mean, Suicide was supposedly the first band to use the term Punk Music to describe their music for god’s sake, and this is not punk music.  This work, while it does resemble his work with Suicide in the vestigial sense as it’s somewhat in the same vein, has a completely different feel – at least to this reviewer.  As it’s instrumental, Rev seems to have chosen to move in an alternate direction with this material, trusting his gut instincts about the material, favoring certain differing aesthetics and a broader sense of identity than anything he did with Suicide.  I think that a lot of this is because his work with Suicide was of course accompanied by vocals.  Clouds Of Glory seems to be Rev stepping out from behind the shadow of words, which can sometimes be more of a hindrance than a help, depending on what you’re trying to get across and convey with music, and more importantly in this case, depending on the feelings that you’re trying to express.  These tracks seem like they would just as at place on a soundtrack as they would on a standalone album.  In fact, the album reminds me a lot of early 80s action film soundtracks in the best possible sense, and least contrived ways.  The throbbing beats of the album opener “Rocking Horse” just never let up once they start, sampled noises and gargling synthesizers burst through the veil of thickening sound from time to time with small enunciations of melody in a seemingly lopsided conversation between the two.  The stuttering feedback loop that backs the entire track is like a dense soup of mired grit and grime, trapping your ear in a pit of delightful misanthropic musical quagmires.  I’m still not really sure if “Rocking Horse” is a song, or actually a discarded experiment by Brad Fiedel devised for some abandoned film project.  Either way, I’m glad as hell “Rocking Horse” found its way onto Clouds Of Glory.  The bell like progression that ring throughout the song are the only thing that keeps it from going completely sideways several times, with rhythms that seem to unhinge and then move perfectly back into place following sporadic outbursts.  The relentless beat of “Rocking Horse” finally fades and gives way to the tidal wave like openings of “Parade”.  A single pulsating plasma beam of blackened low end synthesizer joins in a blaring Gregorian chant with noise after noise, decibel after decibel, stacking on top of each other like a fifty-car pileup.  Slowly fragmented stuttering bursts of sound and noise start to pop up in the song, each time stranger and more abstract than before.  There’s a pensive dread that builds from the slowly moving mountain of sound that is “Parade”, and as it picks up more and more steam, getting louder and louder, more and more in your face, the shape of what you’re confronted with finally begins to take shape.  It’s a hulking juggernaut of skull battering bottom end.  Bass begins to drip from every possible orifice of your speakers, chocking out anything that’s not slipped into the tight little pockets of slight repentant mercy of the bass.  “Parade” is like staring up at a mile high wave of water moving towards your city.  You know you should turn and run, it should horrify and shock you.  But instead, your legs refuse to work and you just stand there looking, unbelieving at the horrible beauty that you’re starkly confronted with.  Once the onslaught of “Parade” is finished the Rev lets up a little and hits you with an unapologetically sappy pop love song progression in the form of “Whisper”.  I recently heard a synthesized tribute to Angelo Badalamenti’s work on Twin Peaks and this actually reminds me a lot of that – you know, except that this predates that show by more than a decade and all…  There’s a tender softness to the key work on “Whisper”.  Everything is smooth and soft, layered so as to be like silk on the ears.  “Rodeo” on the other hand kicks things back into hard and heavy mode real quick though.  Slamming on the accelerator, a thundering blast of repetitive bass and crunchy explosive beats carpet bomb the landscape into oblivion, accompanied all the while by what I can only describe as the sounds of an oncoming alien apocalypse.  You can hear the ships as they enter the atmosphere, laser and plasma beams (likely in the 40-watt range) levelling entire cities if you just listen.  “Rodeo” puts any 8-bit band out there today, trying to ride the wave of nostalgia of classic video games, to utter shame.  When you hear songs like this you realize there were just some individuals born to write certain kinds of music, and this seems what The Rev was destined for though he may have dabbled in everything else at one point or another.  The disjoined paranoia that seeps from the song like the stench of fear on a cornered rat is overpowering at times; buzzing and whirring sounds escape from one side of the mix to the other, carrying in tow wakes of shimmering gossamer tones that they sprinkle throughout the dark expanses of madness.  The farther you get into “Rodeo” the more it feels like a video game nearing its end.  Things are moving at lightning fast speeds, nearly teleporting at times.  There’s sweat beading up on your brow, and you almost begin to question how much longer you can take it.  It’s overwhelming your senses and the pressure it starting to make your heart beat like a jackhammer in your chest…  At six minutes the song finally begins to withdraw its tendrils of subconscious angst from your brain and begins a new transplant with “Melatron”.   This album was released in 1985, twenty-nine years ago at this point and it’s astounding how well it’s aged.  The music is so dynamic and fluid, shifting like water from one place to another in “Melatron” and Rev makes it seem simple.  The shortest song on Clouds Of Glory is four minutes, and most of the rest, “Melatron” included are around six minutes long.  It’s hard to keep people’s attention, or at least my attention at least, that long when you’re working with really abstract notions and soundscapes.  It can just get into some really murky, monotonous, boring territory for me.  Rev manages to avoid the regular trappings with his music though, as there’s absolutely nothing regular about this man or his music, and there never has been.  “Melatron” is another blatant rejection of the regular idea of how a song should be constructed or executed, something that Martin Rev still continues to toy with to this day.  Throughout innumerable collaborations, projects and releases his strong stance as an unbending, uncompromising artist has remained intact.  And listening to something like “Melatron” you can see why he’s remained so true to his own musical vision – because it’s a damned interesting one.  The album finishes off with the titular “Clouds Of Glory” track, and holy mother!  This thing sounds like what The Warriors soundtrack should have sounded like!  The street grit is just oozing out of pore.  Pensive electronic percussion bites and stings the background of the song, before echoing and rocketing right at the listener in the mix.  Rev’s usage of creative mixing and subtle panning on the album is extremely impressive.  Clouds Of Glory sounded great on my speakers.  Through a set of headphones though, songs like “Clouds Of Glory” really come alive.  Clouds Of Glory really seems like one of those albums designed by another guy out there who loves to stick on a set of headphones and just block out reality for a few minutes.  I don’t know how else to describe what “Clouds Of Glory” sounds like.  It’s fun.  There’s a truly bad ass feel to this song.  The bone crunching blows of synthesizer pummel the listener over the head like a lead pipe, while the entire time the background of the song sounds like it might just pull out a knife and shank you without warning.  Clouds Of Glory ends almost exactly as it began, with an unexpectedly aggressive attack, challenging the listener and making them conform to the music, not the other way around.  While there are a lot of reissues and stuff going on it’s nice to know that labels like Permanent Records are doing their best to shine a light on some of the truly overlooked bedrocks of music.  The heritage of a lot of stuff going on right now is taken for granted and folks like Permanent are trying their best to make sure that while people look back, they examine some of the people who were so important they got overlooked in the past.  Not that Martin Rev was overlooked.  He’s enjoyed a long-lasting, fruitful career and this album is great evidence as to why, this album just hasn’t always been available.  Permanent has done another bang-up job and it sounds and looks great.  It’s limited to only 500 copies world-wide though, so I wouldn’t sleep on this as no wave and ambient dark wave electronica are two things you just can’t keep on the shelves these days.  There’s links below to check out some of the album and of course to pick yourself up some wax.  Oh, and did I mention that if you buy it from Permanent you can get the super limited Silver Wax Vinyl?  What about the fact that the Silver Wax Vinyl is limited to only a 150 copies?  Don’t sleep.  The color version isn’t available anywhere else and it won’t be around long so make sure and secure your copy today folks!


Review made by Roman Rathert/2015
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ROASTED GREEN CHILI PEPPERS

I have always used commercially roasted green chili's, but recently discovered that they are loaded with salt, so I started roasting fresh ones.

Poblano and Anaheim peppers are pretty spicy when raw, but when you roast them, they turn very mellow and delicious. They are one of those roasted veggies that you can "put in anything" and it adds just a little extra zing to any Mexican recipe. I love them in chili, tacos, rice, enchiladas, etc.

There are so many different peppers in the market these days, just make sure you look for Poblano or Anaheim (they are MUCH larger than the small spicy peppers like jalapenos).

Personally, I like Anaheim peppers because they are identical to the canned Ortega mild green chile's (in a can), but of course they taste better because they are fresh.
 

 
 
 
Poblano peppers are DARK green and shiny
 
Anaheim Peppers are lighter green
 
 
 

First, wash and dry the peppers, then put them under the broiler about 3" under the flame, on high. This not only cooks the peppers, but it chars the outer thin skin so it can be EASILY peeled off.  Turn the peppers every 2 or 3 minutes until they look blistered and dark on all sides. Total time under the broiler depends on how big the peppers are, but normally about 10 minutes total.

 
 

Peppers will have big black blisters on them (which is what you want). Immediately put them in a plastic bag (or in a bowl with tight fitting lid) and let them sit undisturbed for 15-20 minutes. This steams the outer skin and makes it easy to peel right off.

Remove from the plastic bag and you will be able to pull off the THIN wrinkled skin of the pepper, almost in one big piece. Some people like to leave little bits of charred skin on the pepper, it's your choice. 

The skin of these peppers is very thin, like this, and it will slip right off of the cooked pepper.



 
After you peel the skins off, pull out the stem and slit the pepper open. Pull out the seeds and any veins (it just takes a second. It's OK if you leave in a few seeds.

Cut the cooked and cleaned pepper into pieces.

 
 

They are ready to use in any recipe you like!! You will need to cook and dice 1-2 peppers to get the same amount of "ready to use" cooked peppers that usually comes in the Ortega can.

The cooked peppers stay good in your fridge for 3-4 days and do very well in the freezer for up to 3 months.

ENJOY !!!
 
NOTES:
Some people char their peppers right on the open flame of their gas range. I have an electric oven, so I use this broiler method.

Canned Ortega green chile's have a LOT of salt in them, so this is a healthy alternative for those of us watching salt intake.

Slasher Dave - Lunatic (2015) review


Slasher Dave – Lunatic - 7” (Bellyache Records, 2015)

Of all the recent horror themed synth worshipping bands that are out there right now, only a handful of them have really managed to catch my interest.  And at the top of that list is Slasher Dave.  I don’t really know jack about the Slasher Dave outside of the fact that it will occasionally include the odd guest on guitar or something, but for the most part it’s just really the brainchild of one seriously talented dude.  His last offering, 2014’s Tomb Of Horrors (Review Here) was one my top ten albums of the year, but it’s been a while since I heard much out of him.  Now, all of a sudden he’s released his first soundtrack, at least to my knowledge, the Chubbies Original Soundtrack and a brand new seven-inch EP of four previously unreleased tracks of his patented pulsating, wailing insanity, called Lunatic – both of which are for the Bellyache Records label, the guys responsible for Voyag3r’s album Doom Fortress if that rings a bell for you.  I don’t know if the Lunatic EP is a glimpse of some new material for a new record or Slasher Dave just felt like these four tracks were a kind of self-contained series/unit that stood on their own, but either way, man, am I happy to hear some new tunes from this guy!  “Disturbance At The Mackenzie’s” slithers and glides out of the gate with hypnotic tendrils of synthesizers reaching up from a glittering bottomless pit looming in front off you.  Gritty, echoed bass rumbles up from the demonic chasm into your headphones before suddenly beginning to transmogrify and then lift, like a fog in the amber morning twilight.  Pulsating beams of plasmatic sound begin to slither and drift towards you, their grasp gargantuan and inescapable.  Suddenly, sirens in the distance snap you back to some semblance of reality and you realize that you’re knee deep in undulating synths that are drowning out screams coming from another room of the house.  But just as you head to investigate where the muffled cries are coming from, we fade from that scene and the titular “Lunatic” gets underway.  It’s a truly heavy sounding song, thundering drums that threaten to crack and break apart, hammer ominously as a mist of creeping synthesizers slip in from the top end, disappearing and then reappearing like specters at will throughout the short arrangement.  Sinister stabs of bass and a growing sense of impending doom pave the way to transition from “Lunatic” to for “Evil Lives Forever”.  “Evil Lives Forever” sounds like it could easily have come off of last year’s Tomb Of Horror LP but it’s just at home here on this four track compilation of bedlam amongst the inmates of the asylum known as the Lunatic EP.  A slow lumbering rhythm bubbles up behind the veil of the restrained soundscape of “Evil Lives Forever” until the ghastly organ-like procession of synthesizers begin.  One by one they step into the mix, each one darker and more foreboding than the last, until they’ve created a lurching Frankenstein’s monster of unholy sounds.  As they reach the peak of their frenzy the wails of the organs fade and give way to the heavily Halloween III influenced sounds of “Darkside”.  If there wasn’t quoted dialogue throughout the song it literally could have come off of some unused reels from some of Carpenter’s top-shelf stuff.  But the longer you listen, the more you can hear one of Slasher Dave’s trademark pads in the background, a sting that I have fallen in love with over his past two albums, and one that marks it as uniquely his own.  The tracks on Lunatic are all good, they’re short, sweet, and straight to the point – really, I don’t know what else you could ask for from a release.  I can only hope that this is a primer for a new album from Slasher Dave, but either way this is a killer EP of four tracks that any synth loving, horror, giallo or dark wave electronic freak is not going to want to miss out on.  Slasher Dave’s stuff doesn’t always immediately sell out, but rest assured it won’t stay in print long.  For now Lunatic is available in equal pressings of 250 copies on Black Wax and 250 copies on Red Wax, but that red stuff ain’t gonna stick around much longer, so get on it if you want it!  If you’ve read my review of the Tomb Of Horror (Review Here) or even just checked out Slasher Dave’s stuff before than I probably don’t have to sell you on the guy, but I seriously recommend his stuff, it’s top-shelf, certified bad ass with no questions asked and one hundred-percent It’s Psychedelic Baby endorsed!



Review made by Roman Rathert/2015
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