And thus, the Luttenbachers and their improv terror tactics were born. The Weasel Walter-led collective rumages through godforsaken landscapes of pure retina burning noise prog jazz abandonment that'll leave mouths agape and more than a few saying "stop that shit it's fucking obscene!". Xenakis meets Magma in Ayler's rehearsal space. For more about the great Weasel, go here.
I know some coffeehouses I would love to see become ashes
Thursday, January 1, 2009
The Flying Luttenbachers - Constructive Destruction
Labels:
Brutal Prog,
free jazz,
improv,
Ken Vandermark,
no wave,
noise,
wave,
Weasel Walter
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could you please upload it to depositfiles.com?
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