Saturday, May 19, 2007

THE UNHEARD MUSIC PT1: SLIM TWIG



There are a billion mp3 blogs out there, and this'll be one of them, but I figured I should give shout out to some of the greatest stuff I've encountered while pimping my own band (The Technicoloreds)on the worlds largest double edged sword, Myspace.

Let's face it, in any given genre you may be interested in, the vast majority of what Myspace offers is complete horse shit. In a time where recording software is bundled into your computer when you buy it, or downloadable for free on the web, this comes as no surprise. The fact that some of these same goofballs have the audacity to put a fucking music store on their page to SELL this junk is a new developement that has blown my mind!

As is the case, most people who don't enjoy aural masochism do the sensible thing and delete the band spam that clogs their mail box. Besides, even if a band is slightly 'okay', they'll just use your comment section like it's a friggin' telephone pole for all their shows that you can't see anyway because they're 4 states east of you!

Well, you'd be absolutely correct in all of those sentiments, but believe it or not, there's some really wild stuff going on out there in the Myspace musical cesspool. And I've decided to give some props to the ones I like.

First up is Canadian SLIM TWIG, whose tunes had me biting my knuckle in a mix of thrill and jealousy. The criminally young Twig chose to catagorize his music 'Concrete / Rockabilly', a coy but oddly close summation of his style. Coming across like modern rock 'n' roll if the British Invasion had never happened, but somehow John Cage and Karlhienz Stockhausen's 'musique concrete' blew up instead of 'Sgt. Pepper' psychedelia. Kids still look like dime store hoods with slicked back D.A.'s and play Gretch hollow bodies with swivelled hips, but the rockabilly bands inhabiting Slim Twig's world are just as likely to have a hicupping drum machine appear from nowhere, guitar drones and a bit of prepared piano. It's not a completely foreign sound, hinted at by 90's NYC band Jonathan Fire*Eater, rooted a bit in Gun Club / Suicide / Bad Seeds maybe, but taken further into the realm of experimental cinemascapes. It's damn good and 'Whiite Fantasee' is damn great.