Itasca – Grace Riders on the Road

I hardly ever post something where the full tracklist isn’t available to listen, but the 6 tracks that are on this one are sooo good, particularly the experimental one at number 6 but I love whole caboodle. I’m even tempted to buy it on payday, despite the fact I hardly ever buy stuff where I haven’t heard the whole thing first but, as I say, these are just sooo good.

This is described on the page as the solo project of Kayla Cohen, so maybe she’s also involved in some other projects though a very lazy google search just now yielded no results (I’m an information professional, I am. Really).

So it’s largely a lady and acoustic guitar, really chilled, reminds me personally of Nick Drake in guitar style. I have heard music of some of the names mentioned on the review quoted on the page but I can’t actually bring them to mind so I don’t know whether they are also accurate descriptors, inasmuch as anything descriptive can do justice to the ineffable. I mean, how do you describe a language using a different language? But anywho, if chilled acoustic music with an experimental vibe sounds like your thing then give this a whirl. It is particularly appropriate for a Sunday, for it was last Sunday afternoon when I heard Milk Tea on a show on NTS.

As I type this, I’m listening to her first release and it is proper experimental, addled tape music, not at all like this. But I’m strongly liking that too.

Rokurokubi – Iris, Flower of Violence

Summat right weird happened with this one. The first song very nearly made me turn it off, I disliked it that much. But I didn’t turn it off, and the rest of the album was well good.

Actually, it ain’t weird. You can probably name a dozen examples yourself.

I believe that I have linked these people before and therefore the fact that I have now done so twice makes them proper good, it does. It’s folky but not hey-nonny nonny so (well, apart from maybe the first track). I see the word Acid Folk on their page and I’d like someone to tell me what that means. But it branches out too. Maybe that’s what the acid means. Acid is well known for branching out. I have one in my garden. Or is that a tree? I keep getting the two things confused. Easily done, I suppose.

I would beg your indulgence on the above incoherence as I am now back on site where I work after 16 months and a frozen shoulder at home, and being the first one back in this particular office is a little odd, but only a little. However, you would rightly point out that incoherence comes as standard around these parts, so I’m-a just gonna lean into it.

Meadowsilver (self titled)

A younger me would probably have reacted with disbelief at the thought that folky music would end up comprising so many very favourite releases as my life went on, although hopefully said younger self would have had the sense to imagine the gradual opening of the mind, both musical and otherwise (well, the one usually insists on the other following it).

So Meadowsilver join with Espers, Horse Cult, Laughing Eye Weeping Eye, Haress, The Iditarod, etc in making really good folk inspired hypnosis. I like being in a trance.

It may be that they or some of them used to be The Hare and The Moon, not an artist I was previously familiar with so I’ll probably hunt and listen at some point.

 

Trimdon Grange Explosion (s/t)

There is no ‘fiction.’

There is no ‘non-fiction.’

Details exist so that non-creatives and dullards can argue about them

Be wary where you tread – this is the domain of the Alter Native

No sooner said than spun

Decline is an art form, you heathen!

If you find yourself no nearer your target than when you started, perhaps your target is an illusion

Who’s the man making all the connections?
I want to get a look at him
why, he looks just like me
are you sure this isn’t some kind of scam?
I bet he’s acting on suggestion
is anything he says or stands for true?
superficially I admit he might be of interest
but why should he be of interest to you?

Light switches that want to turn themselves on?

 

Trappist Afterland – Se​(​VII​)​en

Yet another victim of digital violence in a crime that could have been avoided, outright avoidance of the main issue yet again taking its toll on the mainline casualty system. Oh, how we mocked the green warning light, shivering as the timber fell upon our willing flesh, sending it to the complaints department via the cue in the vacuum, which misdirected upswing got in our way yet again – say, if I insert modernity here, will I get a professorship? It makes sense to remain dense in these transparent times, as I don’t want no puppet accosting me as I try to ignore the inevitable. I will not bend my knee to any legacy, as my knee is unbendable, as is my will, cast iron, not doubt, flame driven, not ridden out. And the channels of communication have become so legion and they cross, they cross, they double cross all the time, and so it is impossible to know if the communication is pure or even if it is meant for this outlet or whether another has interfered or outright banished the thought to a silent vent. Silence was invented as an alternative to communication by the alternate community, agreeing on nothing but argument, which became tiresome to all, hence the solution, a liquid which induced silence in all who drank it. They never drank again.

 

Ill Wicker – Untamed