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Gridlink – Amber Gray impressions

I woke up on Sunday morning with fumes on my breath and a digital download receipt on my macbook screen. I had a brief ‘oh no what have I done’ moment, and then I saw that the price tag was only 6 bucks.

I’d review Gridlink’s spastic masterpiece for you, but why bother — the entire album fits into one youtube video. Chang and co. compressed twelve full-length thrashy tracks into 11m:48s of playtime. It really feels like they wrote a full-length Slayer album and then just played it fast enough to fit it into that ridiculous timeframe. Despite the speed, it’s surprisingly catchy. Although I really need to stop listening to it on the subway, it makes me want to rage on all the people walking slower than me. Which is everybody, when I’m listening to this stuff.

My favorite part of the whole album is the very last sound you hear, which is this loud twanging reverb from the guitar. It sounds like the guitarist played the last chord and then fell over dead from the exertion of channeling whatever demonic thrash-spirit possessed him. Also, the blastbeats from the drummer sound a lot like when your foil tin of popcorn has reached that super-fast-poppy-temperature in the microwave.

You can listen to the whole album on youtube. For reasons I don’t understand, this dude went and split it into two videos:

Part 1
Part 2

SPACE MONOLOGUE

DIMENSION-CONTROLLING FORT “DOH” HAS NOW BEEN DEMOLISHED, AND TIME STARTED FLOWING REVERSELY. “VAUS” MANAGED TO ESCAPE FROM THE DISTORTED SPACE. BUT THE REAL VOYAGE OF “ARKANOID” IN THE GALAXY HAS ONLY STARTED……”

Thoughts on ‘Burning Chrome’ by William Gibson

Just finished up Burning Chrome a couple of days ago. I read it mostly on the subway, which was definitely the right environment for it.

My general impression is that there was too much outer space. I hate outer space about 75% as much as I hate time travel. However, there was at least one story in the collection that did it well (“Hinterlands”), where governments send these poor folks into this weird slipstream thing because they know they’ll come back from some unknown place with high technology. This is the first time I’ve heard of the the theme of the “cargo cult”, so it was worth the read for that alone:

A cargo cult is a religious practice that has appeared in many traditional tribal societies in the wake of interaction with technologically advanced cultures. The cults focus on obtaining the material wealth (the “cargo”) of the advanced culture through magic and religious rituals and practices. Cult members believe that the wealth was intended for them by their deities and ancestors.

Thanks, Wikipedia. You can go back to begging for money now.

My favorite story by far was “The Winter Market”. It’s about this girl who is completely paralyzed, but is able to retain mobility by wearing this exoskeleton thing that jacks into her brain and moves her body for her. A wheelchair on steroids, basically.

It’s really a story about ambition and the nature of circumstance, though. She’s hellbent on landing a contract where she can upload her entire being into a computer and let her body die, and the story is written from the perspective of an editor of “dream albums”, since buying and sharing albums of the dreams of “dream artists” is this story’s equivalent of the music industry. The main character is wigged out by how determined she is, and then he’s even more wigged out when he catches glimpses of her in a moment of weakness the night before she suicides her way into the bitstream. It’s one of those tales that makes the back of your spine tickle a little, and sort of coerces you to look at your own foibles in a different light. (Or any light at all, depending on your personality.)

The collection was definitely worth the read. The thing I like most about reading really early work from successful authors is that the quality of their writing usually isn’t too far from that of a beginner — namely, myself. And it’s pretty evident that they got where they are now by practicing their craft, a LOT. So that’s sort of inspiring, huh?

Awesome interview of Toby Driver

If you’re the least bit interested in how masters of their craft think, you should read this.

Check it out here

Kayo Dot live show @Sneaky Dee’s w/ GATES and Kosmograd, November 10th 2010

There was a really long period of time where I would say without any hesitation at all that Kayo Dot was my favorite band. Over the last few years, though, they really started to lose me.

Ironically, I think it was the sheer output of Toby Driver’s related acts that caused this to happen. Kayo Dot isn’t the kind of band I can just listen to casually — it’s usually too discordant to have on while I’m working, it’s not angry enough to listen to at the gym, and there are very few other times of the day where I’ll have music on. So I never really paid enough attention to any particular album to feel strongly about it one way or another.

Which is why it’s always awesome when Kayo Dot comes to town. First of all, they are freaking phenomeonal live performers. Second of all, it forces me to do nothing but sit there and listen to them.

I saw Kayo Dot this past Wednesday in Toronto at Sneaky Dee’s, which was way better than the last venue I caught them at (Wrongbar, where they don’t turn the heat on because they figure the sweat of hipster nerdrage will supply the necessary thermal energy). They played a short set, because there was some douchey dance party coming up afterwards, but I was absolutely fixated for the whole 40 minutes or so that they were up there.

The setlist, as far as I can tell, was:

  1. Calonyction Girl (Coyote)
  2. Abyss Hinge 2 (Coyote)
  3. Wayfarer (Choirs of the Eye)
  4. __On Limpid Form (Dowsing Anemone)

I bought Coyote as a digital download the day it was released, and listened to it maybe 10 or 15 times. It never grabbed me. After seeing those two tracks live, I have been listening to it obsessively over the last three days. That album fucking crushes. It is really heavy on percussion in comparison to the last couple of albums, which I never noticed before, and the rhythmic pulsing of the horns is really freaky. Abyss Hinge 2 was especially monster.

Wayfarer took me into another place completely. It’s already a pretty spacey track, but the volume and density of the live performance was just incredible. I remember hearing the last notes fade and feeling like I was actually just falling back into my body. And that was only after my first drink.

On Limpid Form was definitely the performance of the night, though. It seemed an odd one to pick for a concert, firstly because I believe it’s the longest track in their discography (just shy of 20 minutes), and secondly because when I’ve listened to it before, it just feels like it doesn’t really do anything except repeat the same 20 second long theme over and over again.

Not so. The last 5 or 6 minutes of the track produce the sound that I imagine a city would make if all of its buildings simultaneously collapsed in slow motion, and when this is done in live performance, HOLY SHIT. The entire band took out these pieces of metal shrapnel and banged on them with sticks while they were still occasionally playing their own parts, which was freaking awesome.

Anyhow, seeing these guys live again reminded me that I should just pay attention to my music once in a while. You know, lie back on the couch, crank an album, close my eyes, and just _listen_ to it. I know, who has time for that shit anymore? But it’s worth it.

The opening acts were enjoyable too. GATES (mentioned in a previous post) produced some truly epic sound. They were apparently playing some solo material from the founding artist, because the actual tracks on the debut album are too processed to be reproduced live. I can only imagine what the people in the dining area downstairs were thinking as they heard the Lovecraftian nightmare that was pouring thickly out of the amps when GATES was on stage. I kinda wish I had seen it.

The second band was called Kosmograd, which really weirded me out because I _just_ started reading Burning Chrome, William Gibson’s short story collection, and I’m pretty sure it’s a story in that collection that the band draws its name from. (Kosmograd is the name of some Russian space station in this story.) They kind of confused me because if I wasn’t listening closely, they seriously sounded like the Neskimos with vocals. However, after they walked off the stage, I concluded that they were more like indie bitch rock meets Amon Amarth. But what do I know. They were entertaining.

Anyhow, the show was stellar and I’m really thankful I had the chance to catch it. If I hadn’t previously sent email to Kayo Dot to rant pathetic gushy fanboy crap at them, I never would have been put on their mailing list, and I totally would have missed this show. So ha, sometimes acting like a besotted child pays off. If Kayo Dot was on MuchMusic, I would totally be one of those glistening pustules sticking my face against the glass, screaming maniacally, and showing them my boobs.

I bought Kayo Dot’s newest EP “Stained Glass” at the show, and I’ve had a few good listens to it now. I’ll write something up about it shortly. After I’ve had a couple of more good, long, attentive listens to it, of course.

P.S. Youtube has some decent videos of Kayo Dot live performances. For example you can get some idea of what the outro to __On Limpid Form looks and sounds like here.