Let's Hope for a Psychic Psummer

Cave - Psychic Psummer 2009

krautrock, psychedelic, minimal, experimental (as always), groovy

Juan es su nombre?!

This post is dedicated to the Dark Lord himself(or visitor #666). Frosty greetings to the scalding hellfire of Beelzebub’s residence thus… which happens to be an island somewhere in the atlantic ocean just around the corner of Miami, I think.

I’ve got some contemporary krautyness to share, originated in Chicago, Illinois.

This is mazy goodness. You will make acquaintance with hypnotic, repetitive, tense, meditative, aggressive and explosive riffs/tunes etc. pick one.

It makes you wanna dance, or at least pick your brain…

To my great disappointment I missed out on both live shows in Holland last year, for revolutionary reasons though.

Recline, dance, consume.

Requiem for John Sex in mediocre sound quality:

MySpace

Allmusic

John is his name since 1511

Fresh, legal winds are blowin'

Ergo Phizmiz - The Faust Cycle or The House of Dr. Faustus 2009
radio play, experimental, inter-everything


"Faustus....FAUSTUS....Faustus. faauuuustuuuuuus. ..."

"Suddenly all the bird people turn in unison and stare at me. Marcel Duchamp stops speaking, staring right ahead. I've obviously interruped something, I should be going."

"I pick up a sausage, the problem is I'm vegetarian, but I'm also English and I can't quite yet figure out what comes first, I better have a bite."





I felt like this blog could need some contemporary crazyness.

This radio play is epic. Epic in terms as, "I hardly managed to sit through reading Ulysses" or Peace &War maybe, or as I havn't properly finished Paradise Lost or Beowulf. However, I don't know how appropriate it is to compare this piece of art to some poopy, old literary canon(s). Although it comes close if considering the major allusion in its title, Ergo Phizmiz certainly created something like a post-post(without the war)-modern faustian feeling.
To set a contrast: this artist is tagged as Avant-Retard on last.fm, maybe some people just don't get it. Avant, avant, avant.

Expect some kind of deeply disturbing, elevating yet jolly sound-meditation.. for hours and hours and hours...
This intertextual explosion is a mix of narrated passages which will penetrate your mind in a poetry-like, dreamy, collage, trip -like fashion, interwoven with longer and shorter and longer pieces of, well to keep it simple, music.

It's free.

Expect everything.