Album of the Week

I’ve been into, deeply into Einstürzende Neubauten since their 1983 album Zeichnungen des Patienten O. T. (or Drawings of Patient O. T.), having been introduced by WFMU back in the day.

I was certain this post already happened.

I’m a sucker for a good song.

After a break up, we typically remain friends with one not both.

Our history, as humans, is pretty piss poor.

Some records scream vinyl. At least to my ears.

They had me at Cowboy Sadness.

While most music is communal, more or less, some is even more so, being the work of a commune.

There are some artists, Kali Malone is one, whose new work I devour, digest, and devour again as if my health depended on it.

I enjoy a good skeletal and surprising sounding album, like Tirzah’s Trip9love, which is one reason I’ve been digging into Danish composer Astrid Sonne’s Great Doubt.

Not all music made in a church is church music.

I almost picked The Birthday Party’s Junkyard for today but decided to save that for another (kind of) post. In its stead, I give you a direct descendant.

Spiritual jazz. Communal music. What do these words bring to mind?

I love a beautiful mess of a record, especially one that feels like it was made on the spot in a special place by a collective who share an attitude—the badder, the better.

Rotten Bun for an Eggless Century is the first full length from Hong Kong British artist Eva Liu as mui zyu and it feels fantastically familiar.