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Some excellent reviews. Few copies still hanging around,,,

Terminal Boredom :: (click to enlarge)



Via Perte & Fracas (translated to English)

A strange piece of vinyl engraved on one side with four pieces, the other side representing an engraving made by the singer Pete Davies. Members who are not first-time but whose past says nothing. An English band landing on a New York label. Already several albums on the counter but only in cassette version, In A Room being their first vinyl release. And finally, a post-punk that is much more than that, experimental, traviole, surprising, taking old codes but spitting them to their sauce. Welcome to Gad Whip (just the origin of the name is quite a story).
As Gad Whip comes from the north (Yorkshire), the post-punk is invited and the singer speaks more than he sings, The Fall is there. But the horizon is wide and foggy. With bits of synths that float and tinkle short-circuiting sounds, a sharp guitar or drawing voluptuous scrolls, the song / spoken always more intense Davies who breathes anger under the good big voice and a sense of the arrangement which belongs only to Gad Whip. And a funny unpleasant scream in the middle of the Fair Fair Fish tale. But the bass is the central element that leads the ball, round, sometimes dub for a general rhythmic haunting and catchy groove. Four tracks traveling between the late seventies, in the English coldness, its bad fog, splinters of PIL, The Fall, Big Flame and a phlegm all English, a bitter disenchantment of composites manufactured in their corner, sheltered from looks, out of the world and out of time. Listening to their albums shows that Gad Whip has a wide vision of his music and that the quartet is capable of almost anything, the best as the most. In A Room remains a very pleasant snapshot and if the group continues on this inspiration there, Gad Whip can be an entity with the certainly unpredictable but very interesting character.

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Via 12XU (translated to English)

The new EP of the British experimental band falls once again wonderfully out of the ordinary with their largely uncomfortable, bulky sound, which provokes comparisons to The Fall, early Sleaford Mods or Swell Maps among other things, which also has a vague no-wave influence, a hint of cabbage and psychedelia can not hide. This crude tapestry is an absolutely fitting vehicle for the venomous rants of vocalist Pete Davies, in which he packs clear announcements about current affairs and the grim reality on his own doorstep in extremely surreal-looking lyric.

Via YellowGreenRed



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https://evernever-records.bandcamp.com/album/in-a-room
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more like pedanticpete, ammirite!? i kid ,  i kid.

i like the new Trauma Harness 7'' on Lumpy.
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Don Howland - The Land Beyond the Mountains

I've never heard his solo stuff, but I'm enjoying it in the same sense that I enjoy Greg Cartwright's solo "Live at the Circle A" record.  Just a different approach from someone you've come to expect a certain sound from.  Makes me want to go back and listen to Bassholes records that I'm less familiar with.

Very underrated record. Newer one on 12XU is also fantastic.
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More excellent words for this wonderful LP.

From Jes Skolnik//Bandcampp

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Charlotte, NC’s Bo White (of Yardwork) is an avant-pop talent to be reckoned with, and his band Patois Counselors—featuring other DIY Charlotte luminaries from bands like Brain F? and HRVRD—channels the rubbery electricity and raw edges of The Fall’s poppiest period, in the mid-‘80s, for a real fine listen. There have been a lot of bands that have tackled this aesthetic with varying success rates; Parquet Courts and Protomartyr have both managed to make their takes on it distinctive, and Patois Counselors (is there something with Fall-influenced bands and names starting with P?) rise to their level. White’s songwriting is infectious, his ear for hooks clear, and this debut album (several years in the making) showcases his talent clearly. The band he’s assembled is taut and nimble, as they must be, bounding from the slinky “Get Excitement” to the nervy “Repeat Offender” to “Making Appts,” which takes a sideways approach to the dancefloor.  White’s lyricism, too, is witty and droll, using Mark E. Smith’s characteristic sharp puncturing of commercial agendas and social expectations as a jumping-off point to explore our particularly hellish modern conditions and personal relationships. Album closer “Target Not A Comrade” is as close to perfect as a song can get, with a simple spring of a bassline and solid, unflashy drumming holding up layers of guitar: a melodic line and its razored mirror. This type of lyricism is always oblique, but I hear in it the frustration of trying to build a better world with someone who won’t stop tearing you down. One of my songs of the summer.

From Jenn Kelly // Dusted Mag

“I’ve got a new dance called smashing the fingers. Why don’t you gather round?” posits Patois Counselor’s Bo White, as a no wave sax whinges mosquito-like somewhere in the vicinity of his head. A pause intervenes, about the length of a deep, calming breath, and the band kicks into a chaotic, upheaving, jumping-straight-up-and-down frenzy. The song, “Too Many Digits” comes about halfway through the band’s full-length debut, and if it’s not the high point, it’s one of them. Recorded live with an appreciative audience in a bit over a minute, the cut encapsulates everything that’s great about this ragged post-punk band, the way slack drawled observations give way to rock hard rhythms, that chaotic blurts of detuned keyboards frame insidious fragments of anthemry, that a clanking, wandering bass anchors everything, keeping encroaching chaos at bay. 

Proper Release is Patois Counselors’ first full-length, and it’s strong enough to place the North Carolina-based five-piece in the company of latter-day post-punk bands like Tyvek and Protomartyr and in the lineage of the Fall and Swell Maps. It comes after an intensely (but not widely) appreciated 7” on the Negative Jazz label and a couple of buzzed-about stands at Hopscotch. In addition to a finger-severing dance craze, the album launches a couple of unassailable punk anthems. “Repeat Offender” and “Target Not a Comrade” are about as hooky as this kind of music can be; you haven’t heard this many ear-wormable bangers at one sitting since the Clorox Girls toured with the Observers.

Patois Counselors has a way of flaring from dystopian malaise into full fist pumping certainty, a relentless shove of drums pushing up from strung out poetic contemplation. White mostly chants, but occasionally warbles melodically, elegiacally, murmuring elliptical phrases (in opener “Disconnect Notice”) like “the whiff of a past disgrace…the promise of new blood soon” with a flutter of tune.  Yet the quiet moment is just a brief pause; in a half measure, the band is in rackety flight, shouting the refrain “The bill are unPAID!” Indeed, you want to use an exclamation point when reporting on these songs, so full are they with sudden stunning points of emphasis and blinding, disorienting bits of quiet. Often the bass snakes through the bare parts, rattling up like exposed wiring that makes the songs light up.

There’s plenty of strange stuff here. The loose drift and miasma of “Get Excitement,” with its unstrung boinging bass notes, attains a “Hip Priest”-like aura of psychedelic detachment. (Most of the time, when you say a band sounds like the Fall, you are not talking about “Hip Priest,” so there’s that.) “Terrible Likeness” splices a rickety synth drum rhythm to eerie lines about the alien-ness of one’s own face. 

Yet the best songs capture straight up songfulness dissolving into oddity (or maybe vice versa?). “Making Appts” slants and tilts like a fun-house floor, the spooky irregularity of its instruments sliding relentlessly off center. The guitar slashes come in from weird angles. Rinky dink piano clatters into lurching bass lines. A slurred spate of “la la las” drifts listlessly over the clatter. Yet there’s something compelling about the tension between the marching, strutting rhythms and the sideways slippage of the chant and instruments. Patois Counselor gives structure to entropy, makes sense of guitar-bass-drum-key chaos. Just watch your fingers. 


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Almost sold out , probably will do a repress sooner than later.

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Sorry State says HIGHLY RECOMMENDED . & Also this ///

Debut album from this group from Charlotte, North Carolina; they had an earlier 7" on Negative Jazz, but this album finds a more appropriate home (in my opinion, at least) on Ever/Never Records. I think that the first thing I heard about Patois Counselors is that they covered "Couldn't Get Ahead" by the Fall, and you can still hear a lot of the Fall's golden era (basically, everything between Perverted by Language and The Frenz Experiment) in their sound, as well as synth-infused modern bands inspired by said records (I think they share a lot of their sonic palette with Whatever Brains, but there are probably more nationally-known acts that would be a better frame of reference for someone not from North Carolina). It’s funny, though, because for all of the sonic similarities to the Fall in particular, Patois Counselors don't really sound like the Fall to me. Their music communicates very different feelings than what I get from any of the Fall records that I've spent time with. The Fall have this way of wandering around a song like they could honestly not give a fuck whether they ever find the hook or not (though they almost always do), but Proper Release feels meticulously, almost relentlessly composed. Not only do Patois Conselors want to find the hook, they want to find all of the hooks, and they want to get them all in the song. I have no idea how it was actually put together, but it doesn't sound to me like the songs came out of a band playing in a room, but rather a composer sitting with a ream of staff paper or a producer with a laptop, a hacked copy of ProTools, and a 3-day weekend at their full disposal. In other words, every moment of every track is jam-packed with stuff, stuff that seems labored over, considered and reconsidered, moved around, then moved back again with the manic, introverted energy of an obsessive compulsive person rearranging their furniture. Even the lyrics are like that..songs like "So Many Digits" seem like they might have started out as pop songs, but the moment of clarity that provides the emotional apex of a pop song has been deliberately obscured, worked and reworked into something more cryptic, even sinister. Maybe it’s because I just finished Gilles Deleuze's book on Francis Bacon, but the songs remind me of one of Bacon's canvases, which seem to start out as fairly conventional portraits, but are interrogated so meticulously and so compulsively that, as Deleuze says of Bacon's portraits, the head becomes meat. Now that I've lost 99% of my readers, I'll say that if you enjoy the density of ideas on records by artists like King Crimson, Kate Bush, Voivod, Enslaved, or Charles Mingus (is this the first time those artists have all been mentioned in the same breath?), but you also like loud and distorted guitars and synthesizers then let me introduce you to one of the most unique and exciting records you're likely to hear for some time.
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We(I) here at ev/nev are Beyond excited for this release.

Here we have it. PATOIS COUNSELORS and their debut album Proper Release. Eleven slashes, eleven perfectly nervous trips to the well. And this North Carolinian band has landed in a welcoming hangar--New York City's always-adventurous Ever/Never Records.
It is readily apparent from lead-off cut "Disconnect Notice" that Patois Counselors bends towards the arch of Pere Ubu's storied catalog, but instead of tripping on cracked street waves, they are on their front porch watching the sunset with a lukewarm beer clutched tight and wondering, "What next?" No Cleveland junk sunset for Patois Counselors, there's a different kind of graveyard haunting these woods. Patois Counselors have given us an embarrassment of riches for a confederacy of dunces. The album title comes off as ironic maybe even a hint of the erotic, but to interpret any manner of cynical bluff into PC's full frontal attack is to admit a lack of imagination on the listener. Don't let Patois Counselors' easy Southern charm distract you from the detailed, focused intensity of its sound. Guitars buzz and clang in queasy unison, synths channel inherently melodic cicada hum, many of the songs containing noisy interludes streaked with melody. "Last Heat" vacillates menacingly, as "Get Excitement" slinks around with the pent-up humid sway of deep summer. "Repeat Offender" smacks you back awake with rapidfire Devo moves and yet another chorus to write home about. "Making Appts" takes those sideways electronics steps that Parquet Courts occasionally indulges in and teaches it the proper dance protocols. A track like "The Modern Station" is as up-to-now as you can be in this media blitz age--right-angle riffs rub up against double-tracked vocals, breaking down the future-modern dichotomy. But the craziest trick Patois Counselors pulls off is closing out the album with possibly its finest track, achieving a true zenith. "Target Not A Comrade" retains all the previous ten songs' post-punk tension while seamlessly welding it to what could be the effortless pop shimmer of Psychedelic Furs. -e/n

Stream 'Modern Station' here ///

https://soundcloud.com/ever-never-1/the-modern-station

Flinging around the country to Midheaven/Revolver, Floridas Dying, Sorry State, Neck Chop and other fine outlets...


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Been listening to this pretty sick mix Obnox did...

"Bunch of reissued funk with my own drum pepper, tambo, and a lil modulation! Smoke up!" - Obnox

https://www.radioscorpio.be/2018/05/15/obnox-mixtape-in-sterrenplaten/
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Non-Music Shit / Re: Can terrorism be morally justified?
« on: May 09, 2018, 11:40:38 AM »
ter·ror·ism
?ter??riz?m/Submit
noun
the unlawful use of violence and intimidation, especially against civilians, in the pursuit of political aims.

my bold, i dont think violence against an abstract entity like a corporation is terrorism. probably, most definitely unlawful though.


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Non-Music Shit / Re: Can terrorism be morally justified?
« on: May 09, 2018, 11:14:33 AM »
I feel like 'terrorism' is completely incompatible with any humane society or system. 
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Music Shit / Re: Best 2018 releases
« on: April 22, 2018, 03:08:40 PM »
What's the Richard Papiercuts 12"?

DoubleSidedAA12'"EP // also new Chinese Restaurants LP soon.
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Music Shit / Re: Metal 2018
« on: April 10, 2018, 04:46:56 PM »
Really does not strike me as a difficult thing to not support/like bands that profess Nazi sympathies despite how really good they sound.  There are plenty of bands/genres out there, guys.
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Talk Talk 'Spirit of Eden'. I feel like I've tried and tried with this record and it had never clicked, just sounding like some kind of Windham Hill stab at rock musics or something, but I'm pricing a really clean copy at work right now and in my mush-brained hungover state, letting this thing wash over me is really hitting the spot. Somehow especially fitting given all the Roxy / ambient / prog / etc. I've been listening to of late.

Talk Talk has never done anything for me, but it’s been a while since i’ve revisited them.  Is Laughing Stock the best place to stay?

Love both these records but came to them through 'Spirit Of Eden' and would suggest you start there. Don't listen on your computer speakers.  8)
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Upcoming Shows/Tours/Events / Re: New Haven, CT show March 22
« on: March 22, 2018, 08:46:21 AM »
2NITE IS THEE NITE
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Upcoming Shows/Tours/Events / Re: Sxsw 2018
« on: March 20, 2018, 03:30:20 PM »
I thought SXSW was canceled this year? Weird.
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