Showing posts with label New York underground. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New York underground. Show all posts

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Branca - "Songs '77-'79" CD


Collecting 8 tracks recorded by Glenn Branca's early New York "no wave" groups The Static and Theoretical Girls, this 32-minute set shows 2 distinct faces of the post-punk legend's history. Since then, Branca's "guitar symphonies" have become a well-known part of underground music history, and he's inspired countless avante-rock bands and artists (some of which include SWANS and Sonic Youth -- both of which include members who, at one time, performed as part of Branca's symphonies). These early works show hints at what was to come, but remain firmly attached to the "rock" paradigm.

"Don't Let Me Stop You" and "My Relationship" are both songs from The Static, and the resemblance to early Sonic Youth is uncanny. Clearly, a large part of Sonic Youth's inspiration came from Mr. Branca. These tracks (which pre-date SY by several years) are evidence. There are weird, de-tuned walls of guitars, primal drumming, and quirky vocals. Excellent and seminal work.

The remaining 6 cuts are Theoretical Girls, and are more artful slices of odd post-punk weirdness. "You Got Me" is a bouncy bit of art pop, and "Jill" is a twisted attempt at  acoustic pop, whereas "Fuck Yourself" could almost be very early Swans with it's repetitive riffs and nihilist simplicity/single-mindedness. Simply said, this is a historically viable, if brief, look at an underground inspiration in his earliest permutation. Very cool and unique work.


Monday, April 16, 2012

Lydia Lunch - "The Gun Is Loaded" DVD (directors: Joe Tripician and Merrill Aldghieri)

Hmm. An 80s-era film starring Lydia that's not directed by Richard Kern. And wildly less-successful this one is, too. A surreal mix of stage monologue and documentary, "The Gun Is Loaded" basically allows Lunch to rant and rave at the state of the world, America, greed, sexism, and so on. To be honest, her shrill tirades grow weary quickly. With a backdrop of stage and streets, and with interspersed news footage, this film is a platform to exhibit Lunch's critical gripes and anger at the world around her. The soundtrack is the sole attraction here, being a subtle and fittingly dark score by Lunch's former partner J.G. Thirlwell (aka Foetus). I can't say I enjoyed this one much. And at a paltry 45 minutes, there's not much else to recommend. (MVD Visual)

Lydia's official site