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| | | deception island (usa) #di36 cs night burger “what happens next” c36 cassette - what happens next
- profligate
- as always
- you drive
- my turn to hide
- what happens next (dross)
- settlement
| | may 2011 release ; ... ultra-zonked set of solo meanderings from social junks noah anthony, offering on the better channelings of the midwest neon-noir minimal synth trajectory (think :: john bender) in recent times ... |
| | deception island press release... |
| di36: night burger "what happens next" c36 (edition of 200).
noah anthony of social junk's solo project and absolutely my favorite thing going in philly right now. weird / bleak / minimal without the sense of holding out on the listener, long on classically dubby mutes and bucket brigade stunts, and maintaining one foot in "songcraft" of the martin rev / daniel miller variety and another in a surprisingly chain reaction-esque abstraction.
since he landed in philly a couple years back, noah anthony of social junk has participated in a dizzying number of warped units, including mirror men, mindless attack, the late form a log, and of course night burger, solo vehicle for his virtuosic command of postdub / postjunk technique in the service of a stunningly bleak, utterly forlorn, and eerily refined agenda. that this project, which has cultivated a well-earned reputation for prolific and mind-erasingly intense live performances remains sparsely represented in terms of studio recordings makes an immaculately structured album-length release such as this one particularly special.
what happens next? gets lurching with a slo-mo jackhammer riff that hits like a thousand telephone switchboards getting sucked into a neutron star. anthonys vocal persona is hollowed-out and resigned, a terrifying shell of the dosed everyman angle worked in sj. the a side progresses through dessicated combo organ perc of profligate, wrapped in tick, melt, and whisper, to the keening rust belt-style reedwave, iq-annihilating bass drops, and bucket brigade gurgle of as always, you drive and my turn to hide. on the reverse, what happens next (dross) transforms the numbing bonecrunch impact of the original into a sick thud / clatter beneath a frigid organ riff, while settlement stretches into epic territory, an unintelligible interior monologue dissolving in a stiff bleach solution amid a hail of highway flares, giving way to a muted psychedelia of the hyperclean factory sort, surprisingly not unrelated to a plausible interpretation of, say, early chain reaction recs. phenomenal. |
i did it for the philly crew: kevin e, party t, rick w, alex h, eamon t, wendy h, lance s, charles c, jeremy h, chris m, etc.
all the kids want to be whipped with a chain.
- j.r. |
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