Wednesday, April 27, 2016
I like a full, lively group of commenters; always a party. Reminds me of when the guy says, "Big strong line!" in "The Madison" [an overtly instructional dance number, which many of you will think of as a Hairspray reference, haha] ... sometimes the chatter is about what's playing, sometimes tangential, I don't mind (too much); only matters that we gather around The Castle's large, stone table and commiserate.
Last night was our horrorcast™ returning from Noise Bliss-Out territory, all doomed up & pit-friendly ...
Listeners remarked upon: Twin Stumps | Graves at Sea | Guilt | Massdod | Funeral Art | Isegrim | Morricone / Spasmo OST | Hatchers ...also personally pleased to present selections by: Cadaver Eyes | Rodger Stella | The Repos | Absolute Power | Total Abuse | Nurse | Human Dissention | Vlk | Hunok
Our capture this week (in all the vigorous chat last night, no one asked) comes from a recent film called Ava's Possession's, a horror-comedy that most definitely has its charms, perhaps even more so with repeat viewings. Click up top to listen & eyeball the playlist.
Until next time, people just like to say "Spasmo" ...
Wednesday, April 20, 2016
When it comes to noise specials, I find I'd rather just listen to them than comment/reflect on them as such. Lots of heavy hitters on last night's playlist (link above; image from The Poughkeepsie Tapes), as well as many friends and creative forces whose work I simply didn't get to in the allotted 3 hrs. We favored long-form, expansive, horizontal freak-outs over short ditties, though we also spent some time with 80s soundtrack music (which informs industrial/noise) and more beat-based, noise-inspired electronics via Religion Recs.
If nothing else, My Castle of Quiet's Noise Bliss-Out #4 made for a colorful and striking array of album cover artwork (see below.) One regret: I had really wanted to finish off the night with Rodger Stella's The Electric Zodiac II, but there's always another show for that. ...
One thing I didn't get to talk about on the air was to heartily recommend the somewhat underrated film Estranged; a gruesome and twisty black-hearted drama, not everyone's cup of tea, but it surprised and/or shocked me at almost every turn, never doing what I expected and going way darker than the typical neo-horror fare. Not really a horror film at all, Estranged is instead grisly drama.
Thanks for listening last night and joining in on our horrorcast™ comments board; the streaming audio is available at the page linked up top, and you can download the podcast (for a limited time) through the WFMU app for iOS and Android.
Wednesday, April 13, 2016
Thanks to SiHV, whose initial comment—the first on our playlist last night—inspired me to write a haiku for Tony Conrad:
Like nerves are these strings
Loose t-shirt, hat and spectacles
Truly he is wasted
I'm fortunate in that I got to see Tony Conrad perform live a few times over the years, in different contexts, presenting different pieces each time. I had one degree of separation from the composer/filmmaker on several fronts, in the form of WFMU's own DJ Fabio, others as well. Funny now to think that I wrote to the author of this book about Faust, because he didn't have his Conrad facts straight, resulting in a terse email exchange, followed by my offer to fact-check / edit for free any future music tomes by the author.
[We mourn for ourselves, for our loss; never mourn for the dead, especially if they were afforded a full & realized life...as they have moved on (or off) from this sphere of existence, to maybe something, maybe nothing—either way, they know things now that some of us spend long hours wishing we could know.]
As listener blee put it, "Communion always satisfies," and indeed, that monster song that concludes the Helmsplitter / Communion split was a standout of last night's horrorcast™; also inspiring listener commentary were Wet Ones | Swollen Organs | THE NEW TAPE BY WITCHBEAM | Live Urban Sax ca. 1984, CD on Ektro ... as per usual, I exalt it all, selections by Toxicology | Total Abuse | Blank Spell | Verglas | Agrath | Swallowed | Spectral Voice | Matt Berry | White Zombie coming most readily to mind.
To stream this week's My Castle of Quiet audio archive, and to read the playlist & listener comments, click on our captured frame from The Tribe, above.
Tune in next week for Noise Bliss-Out #4 [!!!]
these archives will give you some idea of what to expect:
link to Noise Bliss-Out #3 [April 2015]
N B-O #2 [December 2009, with guest Paul Haney]
N B-O #1 [October 2009]
Final note: Played the trailer audio for The Redeemer last night, reminded me that I must watch it again, 'tis time once more to be redeeemed:
Wednesday, April 6, 2016
Goodnight Mommy) for streaming audio, the playlist & read listener comments.) Perhaps it's enough to say that much like de Marnac in Horror Rises From The Tomb, a head needs a body. I can be a guy playing records every week, and that's a gas-gas-gas, but last night's evening with Pink Mass and friends was like being held aloft on a BIG, PINK, GAY, FAINTING COUCH OF METAL. Would I ever tire of such bacchanal? I think not!
Pink Mass have made one of the sweetest grind platters of recent years—SLVT KVLT—pure careen, a non-stop necromantic fuck party, and they were our honored and vaulted guests last night. They sure brought the tribute as well, with a fantastic live set, one that some listeners did not even realize was live, most thoughtfully engineered by Castle maestro JP Gautreaux.
Our opening set served us well as a slippery slide into the pink, with songs from Kraut | OFF! | Total Abuse | Chaos UK | Raw Poison | Human Bastard | Teatro Satanico and others ... and the wrap around (reach around?) following our hang outs & metalfag chats with the band included great wallops from Gorduw | Moros | Cadaver Eyes | Spectral Voice | Toxicology | Vlk, concluding with an expansive, ear-close flood of blood-black pitch from M.B.
Thanks for listening, and for joining in on the comment / message / massage board. Salut and thanks again to the boys in Pink Mass, their set was full suited, and fully filmed by our own DJ Stashu; leather straps, fringe and tassles hung in all sorts of places... and if anyone @ WFMU is wondering why our fourth floor still smells faintly like a pile of jock straps, THAT'S WHY!