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Music<br />
Rock etc.<br />
Haino and Acid Mothers Temple, Boris prides<br />
itself on adapting to varying approaches and<br />
chameleon styles. Adding to the intrigue are<br />
its highly sought-after, limited-pressing discs<br />
that document everything from drum-free<br />
concerts to arthouse-film soundtracks.<br />
Altar contains elements of each act’s<br />
trademark sounds, and in step with both<br />
artists’ mindsets, forages into unexpected,<br />
fresh-growth areas of the black forest.<br />
The sonic experience is equivalent<br />
to that of a deep-sea expedition, the<br />
contrasting compositions evoking sunless<br />
environments where predators lurk in<br />
search of gruesomely camouflaged prey,<br />
the netherworld a mysterious place where<br />
struggles for survival occur amidst serene<br />
beauty. Boris and sunnO)))’s shared love of<br />
frequency-diving, bottomless bass, resonant<br />
feedback, and endless decay are the common<br />
denominators in creating ominously bleak<br />
and deceptively hypnotic landscapes.<br />
The foremost movement of the opening<br />
“Etna” functions as an awakening of a<br />
slumbering beastie, waves of rust-decaying<br />
chords humming in the background before<br />
teaming for a flurry of action. The entrance<br />
of chain-rattling effects, drum volleys, and<br />
smashed gongs stir what’s escalated to a<br />
battle for warrior supremacy, the bloodbath<br />
ending after a distortion bomb sails in from<br />
overhead and destroys its target. Conversely,<br />
“N.L.T.” delivers mystical enchantment via<br />
tonal vibration, the eerily floating drifts<br />
recalling a priest waving an incense-filled<br />
canister as he walks between pews. Akin<br />
to reports of aliens landing in a cornfield,<br />
the music feels invisible and yet leaves a<br />
decidedly distinctive imprint.<br />
Such understated tactics continue<br />
on “The Sinking Belle (Blue Sheep”), a<br />
gorgeously barren free-folk ballad that<br />
may jolt fans accustomed to the artists’<br />
probing of the other extreme. Guest Jesse<br />
Sykes’ breathily soft singing is ethereal as it<br />
hovers over carefully picked notes, reflective<br />
piano passages, and a space-capsule-travel<br />
score that may be the ghostliest piece ever<br />
performed by musicians celebrated for their<br />
wraithlike sound. The sheet-metal-flattening<br />
“Akuma No Kuma” is also graced by<br />
vocals, though Joe Preston’s are psychedelic<br />
and filtered through a vocoder, befitting a<br />
suffocating composition that marches like<br />
Darth Vader. The sound of steaming lava<br />
crawling down a mountainside, “Blood<br />
150 December 2006 The Absolute Sound<br />
Swamp” is a classic meeting of two forces:<br />
Boris’ phlanged licks play off of sunnO)))’s<br />
groaning blues in an inspired display of<br />
seismic riffing and methodical control; the<br />
ampere-rich currents impede the reluctant<br />
tempo flow, inducing wintry chills.<br />
Sonically, Altar thrives on juice. SunnO)))’s<br />
dependence on texture, build, sustain,<br />
vibration, and wattage ensure that the<br />
recording is crammed with inner details and<br />
eggshell subtleties. Increasing the volume to<br />
maximum levels reveals a literal physicality<br />
and visceral punch that plumb subterranean<br />
regions of the low end, while howling<br />
frequencies force one to wonder how many<br />
amplifiers were required to produce such a<br />
storm. There’s not much of a high end, but<br />
midrange, depth, and impact are stunning<br />
enough that the listener may want earplugs<br />
at the ready and furniture bolted to the<br />
floor. Suffice it to say that Southern Lord’s<br />
impeccable vinyl pressings rival the very best<br />
in the biz.<br />
Bob Gendron<br />
Further Listening: Fushitsusha: Live;<br />
Earth: Earth 2<br />
TV on the Radio:<br />
Return to Cookie<br />
Mountain.<br />
David Andrew Sitek, producer.<br />
Interscope 7466.<br />
TV on the Radio’s sophomore album is as<br />
terrifying as it is ambitious, drifting through<br />
the aftermath of massive floods and<br />
bombed-out war zones. “Try to breath, as<br />
the world disintegrates” sing Kyp Malone,<br />
Tunde Adebimpe, and guest David Bowie<br />
on a show-stopping “Province.” “Hold your<br />
heart...as we walk into this dark place.”<br />
The Brooklyn-based band heightens this<br />
anxiety with a psychedelic wall of sound;<br />
guitars rise like 20-foot storm surges;<br />
keyboards mimic trains careening off-track;<br />
drums hit with the impact of bunker-busting<br />
warheads. Album opener “I Was a Lover”<br />
sets this anything-goes tone, combining<br />
Middle Eastern strings, muted horns, and<br />
waves of electronic feedback that buzz like<br />
highway traffic.<br />
This is the effort many expected of the<br />
quintet after it stormed out of the gate in<br />
2003 with the Young Liars EP, a stunning<br />
debut that found the collective mixing<br />
and matching genres with surprising ease;<br />
witness the gospel-inflected, a cappella<br />
cover of the Pixies’ “Mr.Grieves.” The act’s<br />
first full-length, the disappointing Desperate<br />
Youth, Blood Thirsty Babes, was a significantly<br />
tamer affair, as if the constant accolades<br />
had drained the band of its ambition. Cookie<br />
Mountain is a dramatic return to form, the<br />
band dabbling in everything from drone<br />
rock to afropop to psychedelia. Adebimpe<br />
and Malone still sound like an interstellar<br />
barbershop quartet, their voices intertwining<br />
to create harmonies that are at once<br />
beautiful and unsettling—a feeling now<br />
matched by the music. “A Method” begins<br />
with handclaps and a lonesome whistle<br />
before piling on howling voices, stampeding<br />
drums, and an unnerving spectral chime that<br />
resonates like the warning bell at a railroad<br />
crossing. “Let the Devil In” is a rumble in<br />
a junkyard. “Wolf Like Me,” all propulsive<br />
drums and the hornet-swarm guitar, is a<br />
midnight drive through a seedy underworld.<br />
The production matches this dark, dense<br />
feel, the separation between instruments<br />
sometimes blurring to the point that none<br />
exists. The decision seems deliberate,<br />
tensions building as instruments rise and<br />
fall. On one song the drums disintegrate<br />
into static; on the next they connect with<br />
drywall-pulverizing authority. The feverish<br />
sonic backdrop wisely cocoons the rich<br />
vocal harmonies, almost suggesting that<br />
hope can flourish even amidst destruction<br />
and decay. Andy Downing<br />
Further Listening: Brian Eno: Taking<br />
Tiger Mountain (By Strategy); The<br />
Beta Band: The Three EPs<br />
Bound Stems:<br />
Appreciation Night.<br />
Tim Sandusky, Evan Sult, producers.<br />
Flameshovel 037.<br />
The emergence of interesting new rock<br />
bands continues unabated. While no one<br />
knows which ones will endure, it’s sure fun<br />
hitching along for the ride. The latest to grab<br />
my attention is the Chicago-based quintet<br />
Bound Stems. On Appreciation Night, the