Sunday, May 19, About Eric's absence Older Posts Home. Subscribe to: Posts Atom. Search This Blog. Aural Innovations. So this is where I get to tell you everything you never wanted to hear me say. While it's been a fantastic ride and I hope everyone has I'm still beavering away getting the last of this new batch uploaded, but they'll be up shortly.
Mutant has reconfigured itself and will now be presented by Eri There's been a reason for the extra long span of time since my last posts went up: I've needed time to weigh my options and determin Hard to find a place to put this German artists, but categories matter little when an album is this good.
From weird delay soundscapes, to Here's one of the most legendary tape compilations ever. Show all posts. Something to look forward to. Love the artwork. If you wanna know who Bobby Jameson was check out his blog. AP loves his LA mythology. It's a wonder Ariel didn't try and get him to do something for Pom Pom? This video's from a couple of months ago. Classic tune from his great Pom Pom LP. Never seen this video until today and it's amazing. I know I'm not paying attention but whatever.
One of the best videos of the century so far. It makes me wanna drink cheep beer, have a ciggy and be weird. Saturday, 29 November Ariel Pink ZRW pointed out this tune to me via twitter zrwilson. Totally missed this at the time.
This was taken from a compilation called Light Dead Sea:Volume 1 which seems to be very rare. It can be found here in mp3 form though. Worth checking out for fans of Pink and War who missed it. Just one of the outstanding tracks on Pom Pom. This is the second single probably wouldn't have been my choice. Not a bad tune by any means but it just doesn't stick in my head like the catchy Not Enough Violence or Dayzed In Daydreams.
Video had me racking my brain about what it reminded me of. It's been a few years since I've seen her work though. Starting an LP with a track I don't like usually isn't a great sign. Pink Raincoats is a bit too 'look at me I'm doing psychedelia'. Of course that means it'll be my favourite in 10 listens time. But then all is forgiven on the next four tracks which are classic Pink. White Freckles is prime Pink. Ariel Pink does Ariel Pink. Only Ariel Pink sounds like this.
Four Shadows has got the best synth Moog? Lipstick is like hearing Ariel Pink for the first time again, you know, it makes your heart go funny.
You feel ecstatic and confused all at once. You also feel a little bit too close to this guy's mindtank which he has transposed into sound like nobody has ever done before. Listening to it feels a bit wrong but like seeing a car crash you can't avert your eyes, well your ears in this case.
A kind of queasy rapture. Not Enough Violence is where he does his best goth voice ala Pete Murphy and it's bloody hard to resist the delight of it all. Then Ariel is at his mightiest when he's singing 'penetration time tonight. The blurred backing vocals and harmonies are incredible if undecipherable. This is fanfuckintastic! Who knew that was my idea of pop heaven? Thanks Mr Pink. Then it's Put Your Number In My Phone which left me cold upon first hearing it but has now insidiously wormed its way into my brain with it's enchanting West Coast melodies.
It made me homesick for Melbourne even though I never ate from the taco truck, they had one, which was highly rated. You think it's totally daft at the start but by the end you're thinking genius. Goth Bomb is grunge meets goth meets metal meets space rock meets scuzz. A concoction of which you may well ask 'what for? Negativ Ed is next and it's synth-glitter-punk noise which had me laughing when he sings "Negatory, negatory".
Sexual Athletics is a melancholy porn boogie-funk psych jam, aren't they all? Jell-o is throwaway funky bubblegum pop but it's not that simple is it with Ariel Pink? It starts to end in a blast of noise but then it's back again to the bubblegum to finish. This is not unlike a tune from 90s electro pop group Regurgitator. Black Ballerina is classic Ariel Pink, how do you describe that again? Well here goes, it's smothered in dense catchy choruses with a lurid interlude featuring a nerdy teen, a stripper and an English bloke.
Then we're back to the jam packed and blissfully murky pop again. Or something like that. Picture Me Gone has me conjuring The Beatles doing an 80s power ballad, or hang on, perhaps something totally different. Like say a rough demo of a Lindsey Buckingham track circa Tusk similar to That's All For Everyone , that never made it to the LP because the rest of Fleetwood Mac thought it was too fucked up and maudlin. Complete with frog and er.. There you go all you little girls, kiss the right frog and you'll end up with one Ariel Rosenberg as your Prince Charming.
Who knew? Pom Pom closes with Dayzed Inn Daydreams which starts off in disturbingly dark territory 'I died unknown, still born one morning. It then transforms into the absolutely lovely with a divine chorus that's a euphoric deluge 'I used to dream, dream away, hide in the dark, fade into grey, I used to pray, now I scream or is it 'now ice cream' , god help me, no more daydreams. Probably his best album since Worn Copy and that's saying something as the last two weren't too shabby.
Labels: Ariel Pink , Pom Pom. Monday, 29 September New Ariel Pink. Wednesday, 20 February What's Goin On? These are the main reasons I've not been posting much this year. I have a computer that's busted. I have 2 cd players that aren't working and a turntable that needs a new stylus.
I can play tapes and my i-pod through the stereo but that's about it. I'm not in the zone for writing about music and culture. It doesn't feel right doing it on another computer where all my files aren't. I have the new Umberto album but I can't find it so no comment there. I have to thank the awesome Mutant Sounds once again for alerting me to these last 2. They do have their problems over there though with Rapidshare and stuff which I hope gets all sorted.
I tried to download 6 things but I only got 2. They're still the best! These 8-track recordings can be both deceptively accomplished and then suddenly drop all pretense of technique, such as in the reverb-heavy "One on One", which feels like a meeting of the minds between the Velvet Underground and Jefferson Airplane.
Like most of us, Pink seems to have received the majority of his early exposure to popular music through radio, whether the faint sounds of college stations or the afternoon drive-time rock station. An impressive aspect of this influence is the incorporation into his songs of an essential element of commercial radio: the commercials.
The track "Credit" turns a satirical commercial jingle into the song's core melodic hook, as inane and insanely unforgettable as any real one. His record might be a useful cultural artifact for the Smithsonian, but as an artist he clearly seems more comfortable in the realm of outsider artists rather than the gallery establishment.
Pink seems almost begging to be labeled a "freak. His combination of self- and mass-produced elements to create an original yet uncomfortably familiar final work makes for an easy fit with the outsider art of such visual artists as Henry Darger and Eugene Von Bruenchenheim. Like these solitary artists, Pink created hundreds of songs by himself. The lengthy Worn Copy is nothing compared to the potential magnum opus he might have arranged. But Pink is not a freak. Outsider status is just like any other artistic authenticity debate -- cool, punk, and now freak are intangible labels that can really only be conferred posthumously.
Pink is very much alive, and no longer a misunderstood loner. For one, he's enjoying some moderate recognition while still alive, something most outsider artists almost by definition never do. Darger and Bruenchenheim might never have been moved to create such vast collections of bizarre artwork if they had been given attention in their own time Darger's drawings might easily have got him arrested, even.
Like Devendra Banhart, another young singer crowned with the dubious appellation of "freak," a continuing, successful career as a musician almost instantly tarnishes the crown. Worn Copy is a reissue of an older record, its material recorded in and His first record for Paw Tracks, The Doldrums, appeared last year but was recorded between and What can come next?
The music of to , or will Pink be able to return to his hermitage in California and, impervious to his recent shades of success and attention, create another epic ramble as compelling and singular as Worn Copy?
I'm not sure what effect it might have on the man's sanity, but for the listener's sake I can't help but wish that he'd been left undiscovered for a few more years, able only to tune in to his own inner bandwidth for comfort. Buy ]. Posted by Sonic Process at
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