Tectonics was amazing - incredible to get to play with Rhodri Davies and Ben Paterson!! a nice wee review is here..
thanks to Ilan and all for having us!
Saturday, 16 May 2015
Wednesday, 11 February 2015
Tectonics
excited to be playing at Tectonics this year .. Day 3, we will be playing a set on our own and then we join US musician and artist Ben Patterson, one of the major figures in the Fluxus movement, and harpist Rhodri Davies for some fun!
@tectonicsglas
oh! we are on the twits now too: @hockyfrilla
@tectonicsglas
oh! we are on the twits now too: @hockyfrilla
Thursday, 2 October 2014
Upcoming....
Cry Parrot & AC Projects:
Joe McPhee & Chris Corsano (duo)
with support from Urine Gagarin & Hockyfrilla
Sunday 19th October
7.30pm
Nice N Sleazy.
£8.50 advance / £10 on the door.
Advance tickets available at Tickets Scotland and online at: http:// www.nicensleazy.com/ listings/events/ 19-oct-14-cry-parrot--ac-pr ojects-present-nice-n-slea zy/
Joe McPhee & Chris Corsano (duo)
with support from Urine Gagarin & Hockyfrilla
Sunday 19th October
7.30pm
Nice N Sleazy.
£8.50 advance / £10 on the door.
Advance tickets available at Tickets Scotland and online at: http://
ace review here from radio free midwich !!!
CKDH – Yr Putrid Eyeballs
An exceptional Black Metal logo always draws me in and the singular art work in this oversized cardboard CD case makes this a hard disc to ignore.
Razor-sharp tones (a high C#?) open ‘Your Putrid Eyeballs’ sliding over each other like greased jade. These thin green needles puncture the twilight (it’s getting dark as I type) and I notice that swinging my head from side-to-side makes them dance gently in the middle of the room. A brown and granular wash (think coffee grounds) plays a twin-tone melodie as liquid hydrogen rushes down a spiral staircase leaving toxic steam in its wake. The between-track silence is uncanny.
Beautiful austerity.
‘Fungal Air Creeping Adders’ jams on these strange radiophonic tones further, bunching them up to create a ripple, a rhythm and a steady bass-line crackle. It all sounds strangely contemporary and the sort of thing I imagine is played in an inner-city night club shortly before kicking out time; the feeling of dread and alienation is real. An occasional metallic scratching uncovers itself gradually, steadily becoming unnerving, unsettling…like something is about to shear off and screech out the stereo covered in nasty blisters. And then…just before the end a beautiful thing happens and two sine-wave tones modulate in just the right way to create a third tone, a harmony that sings like an angel. It only lasts a second but becomes the grit in the oyster, the seldom seen hint of violet in a rainbow.
All the more delicious for its rarity.
CKDH – Yr Putrid Eyeballs
An exceptional Black Metal logo always draws me in and the singular art work in this oversized cardboard CD case makes this a hard disc to ignore.
Razor-sharp tones (a high C#?) open ‘Your Putrid Eyeballs’ sliding over each other like greased jade. These thin green needles puncture the twilight (it’s getting dark as I type) and I notice that swinging my head from side-to-side makes them dance gently in the middle of the room. A brown and granular wash (think coffee grounds) plays a twin-tone melodie as liquid hydrogen rushes down a spiral staircase leaving toxic steam in its wake. The between-track silence is uncanny.
Beautiful austerity.
‘Fungal Air Creeping Adders’ jams on these strange radiophonic tones further, bunching them up to create a ripple, a rhythm and a steady bass-line crackle. It all sounds strangely contemporary and the sort of thing I imagine is played in an inner-city night club shortly before kicking out time; the feeling of dread and alienation is real. An occasional metallic scratching uncovers itself gradually, steadily becoming unnerving, unsettling…like something is about to shear off and screech out the stereo covered in nasty blisters. And then…just before the end a beautiful thing happens and two sine-wave tones modulate in just the right way to create a third tone, a harmony that sings like an angel. It only lasts a second but becomes the grit in the oyster, the seldom seen hint of violet in a rainbow.
All the more delicious for its rarity.
Monday, 8 September 2014
Sunday, 18 May 2014
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