There must be one taker. Anybody? We're gonna do our "Sir Lord Baltimore" set.
Clavius Productions presents:
Wednesday, April 18
Velvet Lounge
915 U St NW WDC
http://www.velvetloungedc.com $8, 21+, doors at 9pm
Noxagt (Norway, Load Records, mem. of Ultralyd/MoHa!)
Kohoutek (DC improv psych, Music Fellowship/Wabana/Sockets)
Zoroaster (sludge/doom metal from Georgia)
Noxagt http://www.noxagt.com/ http://www.myspace.com/noxagt Dangerous dirge blasts out of the tailpipe of Norway's ghost rider band Noxagt's third and self-titled record. Gone is Nils Erga's viola that led the chariot races on the last two Noxagt records on Load, replaced by Anders Hana (of Ultralyd and Moha!) on spring-loaded guitar. Where as the past two records flung tarballs at the idea of hard rock in the 21st century, this third record crawls from the ooze with a determined and wiry intent to bring you to your knees with stark riff power and bludgeoning rhythmic density.
This is Noxagt's strangest turn from instrumental sludge-helmeted Vikings to staple-jointed snake-running dunt-rock doctors. Fans of past records will find a lot to wrap their brows around with this record, and new fans will take note of the wiry riffs emitting from this Norse carriage.
Past titles have picked up fans in many of the musik camps of the 21st century world village including: jean-jacketed metal hordes, ripped-sweater-wearing art-fucks, and regular bricklayers like you. Be one of the many, be one of the proud, but do not miss this bus.
Kohoutek http://www.claviusproductions.org/kohoutek/ Some new praise from Aquarius Records regarding our soon-to-be-out-of-print
New Milk collaboration CDR with Soil Sing Through Me:
"Second release we've been able to get our hands on from Soil Sing Through Me, a sort of underground freak-folk supergroup featuring members of Feathers and Sunburned Hand Of The Man, who for this disc have teamed up with DC outfit Kohoutek for an evening of communal music making. The results should be no surprise, a druggy blown-out meandering laid-back psychedelic folk free-for-all. Blasted, stoned, groovy and fucked up.
You can definitely hear more SHOTM than Feathers, or maybe it's Kohoutek who we had never heard anyway, but this is not so much folky as sort of spaced-out and trippy. Simple propulsive tribal rhythm jams and simple stripped-down rock beats are the framework for these inner-space excursions, wah guitar and slivers of silvery feedback drift to-and-fro, melodies are spread out over the proceedings like a tattered old blanket, there seem to be vocals too, but they are minimal and are usually buried under a ton of FX and psychedelic shimmer. Keyboards buzz and huge spacious expanses offer the players plenty of space to stir up subtle bits of percussive clatter, glistening flurries of blurry buzz, strange spidery little melodies all tangled up amidst the stumbling drums and rumbling bass. This definitely has a Dead C vibe, but then what improvised noise-rock psych jam doesn't? No good ones, that's for sure.
The usual suspects will eat this up. Sunburned Hand obsessives for sure need this, as do all you free-folk noise-rock cd-r freaks...LIMITED TO 200 COPIES, most likely already out-of-print. Packaged in the instantly recognizable skull and crossbones Wabana purple painted digipak."
Zoroaster http://www.battlekommand.com/ http://www.myspace.com/thezoroaster Like the tentacled leviathan depicted on their debut mini-album's front cover, the music created by Atlanta, GA's Zoroaster rises up from unfathomable depths, propelled by tsunamis of doom, submerged in viscous sludge. Behold cyclopean concoctions such as "Mons Venus" and "Defile," which steadily castigate the senses with well-varied bouts of grinding dirges and hypnotic grooves, their often cyclical strumming through slothful power chords appearing so simple, yet also proving so devastating. By comparison, the insistently pounding advance of "Bullwhip" may as well be thrash-metal -- recalling sludge kings Eyehategod as much as the other tracks do extreme doomsters like Sleep and Unearthly Trance. The disc's lone disappointment therefore has to be the malformed "Honey and Salt," which amounts to little more than one monotonous riff sequence repeated ad nauseam for almost eight minutes, and which no bong of this earth -- not even those wielded by master weedians Bongzilla -- could possibly salvage. Finally, there's the matter of Zoroaster's coarse, unintelligible, and virtually buried growls and screams throughout, which, though they serve the music's uncompromising philosophies perfectly well, virtually consign the group's career to muso-cult status. Surely both band and fans wouldn't want it any other way. (Eduardo Rivadavia, All Music Guide)
