Boom Quadrant // Latent Kamikaze
Back in September, after feeling like I hadn’t really done an awful lot of anything (I guess I had, I’m just a restless auld cunt) - I set meself a wee challenge - FOUR RECORDS DONE BEFORE THE END OF THE YEAR Been yearnin’ on being as full-time-as-fuckin-possible with music (my love! my job! my detestable plague! My Joy! My SOUL CRUSHING DISAPPOINTMENT!), and it being nigh-on impossible for me to get my own tours booked (HOW DO YOU DO IT?! I AM PERPLEXED AND OVERWHELMED!!), let alone rising above the withering anxiety that collapses me like a crushed bug every time I set foot on a stage - Making records seems to be the way to keep busy for now... SO Here them four albums in a list MXLX: DOCUMENTS SHREDDED//COMMUNICATIONS CEASED Recorded directly after one helluva-black-hole total purple panic attack, goin into the studio still twitchin and skeezin out turned these songs from a collection of heavy riffs, written during late-nite 10 pints pot of coffee garage sessions, into a furious melee of chaos and turmoil with an omnipresent ACH WHAT riding in the o-so-tearful eye of the storm thru-out All the songs blistered and frantic and messy and noiz’d out, 2 much fuzz cuz I felt too much ---- 9 tracks of MESSY PULSATING AGONY left hyperventilating in a ball all silent at the end - Tis what is, probably will see the lite of day on Kinda Rad! Recs come the spring in the form of A CASSETTE TAPE FAIRHORNS: COMMITTEE XIV A patchwork crystallisation stitched on themes and aesthetix further thru the prism of FAIRHORNS/THE CROATOA INSTITUTE/TERMINAL RADGE Furthering the needs of self-realisation when I’m already so far down that motherfucker of a rabbit hole as a rabid whole --- A mutation of the previous “MEDICI” ep, congealed with inward mythology (A PEAN TA NUFFIN) Lektrik organsz + synthsz + drumsz + bassz + mangld procceszed vocalsz to hammer out while we wait for the AZTEROIDh, one riff and its iterations per movement ~~~~~~~~ Accompanied with writings from the grime soaked floor of The Blood Room, chaotic clippings from the idiot scribe mxlx himself (ALL STAPLED TOGETHER IN WOT WE COLLOQUIALLY KNOW AS A ZINE) 39 mins + 1 Track + 8 Movements + A book Going to see-the-lite-of-day on Kinda Rad! later this month as a CD+ZINE package MXLX + GDFX Here goes a COLLAB - So for what IM SAYIN I can’t say too much for the completed aesthetik, as in its final form it could be appreciated as something wholly other _----------__-_-__--__- GDFX, that’d be yr man GREG FOX what plays EACH N EVERY DRUM like a badass, for Liturgy, Zs,Guardian Alien, Ben Frost n everyfuckerever LIKE-A-BOSS Plus me, meddling idiot fool ---- My contribution to this mess is swarms of digital kaleidoscopic bliss-trudge, heavnly skree and mutating chopdrone pulses, archaic smoke-bent ululations and harszh WORRIES Greg will do what he needs to do.................. no label yet KNIFE LIIBRARY: RELENTLESS HAMMER In a wank fantasy that occurs regularly, I end up in a barn, next to me there is a piano and there is always a piano This piano is always Knife Liibrary, a box for me to shout at and telll it to FUCK RIGHT OFF, Piano; you’re my therapist and I am pissed Piano you hate me and it’s mutual(ly assured destruction) - All 9 of these mangled up pee-yanno ballerds comin from a place of rage and uncertainty and turbulence and yellling into the abyss waiting for an echo, sometimes it comes back hollow and sometimes fallow, sometimes PRITTY and sometimes SMASHD ON THE ROCKS AND DISTRAUGHTEDEDEDEAD Each and every time on each and every line I’ve turned the appalled gaze inward SO DAMN HARD that I myself have become THE APPALLED GAZE ITSELF ---------------------------------- Not that I am particularly interested in lyrics, but yet another challenge arose - I decided to NEVER use any mention of “you” or “I” or “me or us “ or anything PERSONAL (”ADAM” is mentioned on occasion however, but more of the idea of “THE” adam)
As such, just finished, no label yet SO THEN Thats how I spent my autumn, flagellated mesen to fuckin smithereens like a dead-eyed chump spiralling bingbing like I said before “Pachinko Pleb” Was interesting so work so doggedly and unrepentant, the process meant that everything finished has rough edges, warts n all, a true representation of the utterly detestable prick I ammmmm........................... THey all are, what they all are. Mess is honest. I am mess. My art will encourage itself to be that way too To the detriment however - So so drained am I now, so full of trepidation and mountains of self doubt, I have a niggling sense that NOW I RETIRE I’m going to take some time off for a litte while an figure it all out PACE MXLX XX XX
