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The Mayor Holds Court
Have mercy on us all. The
Mayor of Rock and Roll has come to pass judgment.
TwineCraft Ė Creative Time Smilekreig
We see you, washed up uber-hipster, curled up in the fetal
position in the far corner of the tree house, bitter that a coup of ass-licking
underlings jumped your bandwagon and stole your nerd thunder.
And here youíd mined every obscure crook and nanny of obscure audiocurio your
infrared radar lit on. Japanese noisecore? Did that. The blackest of Norwegian
granite- rock? So over it. The freest of skronk? Yep, nabbed that too. Jandek?
Good while it lasted but that too must pass. So where, where do you go from
here, with all these predatory culture vultures hungrily eyeballing your every
Well take comfort friend; here you have the best of all worlds. Turns out
Hashemite Bung from the Hatelikers and Hans Von Granselsprv from Skrodum have
managed to sit in a room long enough to not kill each other and produce this
masterpiece of spazz-riff sturm und drang.
The heaviest set of sounds yet and best of all, completely unplugged. Thatís
right, using home modified sixteen string guitars and any number of available
percussion, they alternate between dense, intricately orchestrated chamber
darkness and the most ominous of thunder rock to create a long player that has
Mother Nature herself trembling in all her fugly glory, waving a white flag and
vowing peace and sunshine just please, please let
her back up.
The men of TwineCraft however, arenít having it. Itís not
enough to bring God down; he must also be devoured by the bastard Earth eaters,
rat flingers and twister charmers that make up their unholy contingent. To quote
one lyric, ďLive in doom, pussy.Ē
So you know what to do, my man. Find it and horde it, enjoying your renewed
status as the outset of the out. At this point you know itíll only last so long.
The Hollow Cost - Greydom
Well golly, I guess itís not exactly a guilty pleasure to
admit a soft spot for a few critic faves. You know, the first wave of math- rock
wasnít so bad, was it? Between Slint, Codeine, Bastro, Seam, Twid, and SportBoff
you had a number of bands that took off where the first wave of American post-
hardcore left off, working a few maudlin hooks juxtaposed against a few
interlocking off times, aiming for the stately while remaining modest. Oh sure,
it could be a bit faceless but that, at times, was part of its appeal. When done
well it was like anything else done well: well done.
Itís not exactly their fault that a slew of second tier also- rans came and
watered the works down. But with all the mediocre Rodan, Crane, June of Cleaver
and Mork and the Stoic Lamb releases youíd think the world was made of pedantic,
ultra repetitive musicians of some intermediate skill with no idea of their own.
Worse yet, give it a face, throw in the posture of chilly
cold-wave formalist posturing a la Joy Division in the mix and you end up with
this release, the sound of being all dressed up and going nowhere. I mean why?
Why have three guitars, two drummers and two guitarists on stage when nobody
plays much of anything? What are they after? Extreme Subtlety? Maximum
Minimalism? Itís as if theyíre up there telling us their music is so fucking
great we canít even hear it. Maybe their right, maybe itís better I didnít.
After all, thereís only twelve notes, Iíve heard them all at some time or
another, Iím bound to be underwhelmed.
Iíll say one thing, though; trying to go over the head of
the Mayor of Rock n Roll just leads to a mouth full of rafter.
TwineCraft Ė Creative
Time Smilekreig 9.98/10. The Hollow Cost - Greydom .098/10.
TwineCraft and Creative Time Smilekreig will be playing the Modern Kicks April
All (re)views of the Mayor
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