Lindstrøm - Where You Go I Go Too

Spaced out disco by this Norwegian master. All songs are over 10 minutes long, one of them lasting almost 30 minutes, but they keep your attention the entire time. Check out the remix he made for Boredoms in their Super Roots 10 EP. It's insane.

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Supersilent - 1

Supersilent are:

Helge Sten (electronics, guitars, keyboards)

Ståle Storløkken (keyboards, synth, electronics)

Jarle Vespestad (drums)

Arve Henriksen (trumpet, voice, drums, electronics)

Cream of the crop of Scandinavian jazz and avant garde scenes, Supersilent play an incredibly energetic mixture of free improvisation with fearsome sound processing and inner ear-burning analog circuitry dead in the center.

"In the course of these long improvisations (each disc contains a track at least 25 minutes long and many others reach 15 minutes), the group moves through countless moods, drawing from ecstatic jazz, avant rock, noise, and electro-acoustics to produce captivating music that pushes far into experimentation and yet remains immediate, even at times accessible." - François Couture

This is the first album of the initial trilogy.

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Noxagt - The Iron Point

Norwegian power trio consisting of bass, viola and drums, they bring your daughter to the slaughter via destructive viola drones, massive bass riffage and Valhalla rhythms ready to make your living quarters the stuff of forgotten ruins.

"Noxagt started as another Brandsdal-related home-documented vision, with short bursts of maximum confusion plotted over a handful of 7” singles. Their first album, a compilation of previously released tracks, clocked in at around 40 tracks. Their line-up has since added Jan Christian L Kyvik on drums, and Nils Erga on viola. Kyvik and Brandsdal released a ragged, mean-toned 7”, Special Piss, on the Betley Welcomes Careful Drivers label in the late 90s, an appropriate embryonic representation. But when the trio turned their attention to the song structures and conventions of metal and grind, Noxagt took off.

Erga’s viola is the core disruption that throws Noxagt’s music off its notional genre-dictated axis. His sound takes in see-sawing drone-work, rough scouring, and shape-changer melodies that turn on a dime. As The Iron Point builds, the viola seems to accumulate the distortion and grit flinted off the other instruments. On “Thurmaston,” Erga reels off a seasick melody, all queasy scrapings and muddied tone. Brandsdal and Kyvik trade in more predictable moves, but to no less effect. Kyvik’s drums work rhythm and counter-point, only occasionally ‘falling back’ on approximations of blast beats, using those moments as punctuations; a sudden rush of blood to the head. Brandsdal’s bass is weighty and caked in filth. When all three lock in and push a song into overload, as they do on “Naked in France,” the experience is head-wrecking.

The Iron Point closes with a cover of Tom Rapp’s “Regions of May.” The original is drawn from Pearls Before Swine’s first album One Nation Underground; Noxagt capture an ascending chord change that the original performance touched on only fleetingly, and draws out its cumulative power. Where the primary text was equal parts voluble and tender, Noxagt explode the song, shaping it as epic architecture. And the choice of cover is appropriate. Pearls Before Swine’s music took the folk tradition and charged it with pharmacy and eschatological concern. Noxagt’s music does a similar thing to metal, introducing new kinds of avant tendencies into metal’s core epiphanies, drawing a long bow of drone through their impact-heavy songs. Perhaps metal truly is the folk music of the urban wasteland." - Jon Dale

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Turbonegro - Ass Cobra (1996)

These guys saved rock n' roll all on their own. Props on the parody of The Beach Boys' "Pet Sounds" album cover.
"Ass Cobra featured a move towards mid-70's punk & glam territory - in the spirit of proto punk pioneers á la The Dictators, The Ramones or late Iggy & The Stooges - plus a bit of New York Dolls' travesty thrown in. Ass Cobra paves the way harshly, with a sinister wash of cymbals, loud guitars and articulate riffs — think Poison Idea meets Alice Cooper. It is here, also, where Turbonegro developed their signature look: sailor caps, denim from head to toe, mustaches all around, and decidedly butch homoerotic accoutrements."

Here's a link to the Turbojugend San Juan chapter to whom three of this blog's posters belong to: www.myspace.com/turbojugend_sanjuanpr

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