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| | | hanson (usa) #hn 122 cd smegma “rumblings” compact disc - opps#1 (1:13)
- worms (2:39)
- johnny no! (2:52)
- in an ornamental garden (3:43)
- electron (3:51)
- bunstuffer (6:45)
- rails (uncoupled) (4:16)
- moonleggs (2:09)
- smoke (2:07)
- fool for your... (3:18)
- rumblings (2:12)
- opps#2 (1:09)
- supersimple (1:51)
- opps#3 (1:39)
- rails (4:20)
| | click the play button to hear an excerpt of "electron" |
| | contempo rejuvenation from this pdx-area multi-decade spanning free-zonk commune, known for their ties to the lafms scene and points beyond. |
| | considered by many the kings and queens of american free noise, smegma have been confusing minds since 1973 when they helped form the los angeles free music society. they've recorded with everyone from wildman fisher to merzbow and more recently, with noise goons wolf eyes. this disc is their first full length in nearly 10 years and also the first to feature vocalist / punk beatnik / blue oyster cult lyricist richard meltzer. rumblings is a sound collage of turntable manipulations, electronics, horns, bells, junk, toys, marijuana, and surf rock band. smegma have been around forever and show no signs of slowing down. they just hopped off a killer west-coast tour with wolf eyes, rubber o cement and comets on fire where they ripped the skulls off of everyone.
cd contains a wikkid vid by dr. id. grab this now!!
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hi-- i'm richard meltzer (a/k/a borneo jimmy), smegma's current vocalist, and this here is our latest official bio:
now in their 26th year of existence, smegma are a so-called "noise band," if not exactly by their own designation. not that they would deny it, mind you--noise as a station of sonic oompah certainly doesn't rankle their metamusical ass. it's simply that other things figure more prominently on their collective agenda: group improvization with a heap of unfinished sixties business factored in (the real-time-from-scratch multilayered equivalent of "i am the walrus," let's say)...free music in its grandest, and least superficial, sense (à la the denser moments of ornette coleman's free jazz)...a ritual fusing of any and all musics and non-musics at the level of the hum, the blap, the tink, the boom. by design as well as chance, every performance is an utterly new sonic event, one capable (some nights, anyway) of changing the way an audience will actually hear. (y'know, forever.)
hope you can dig it... r.m. |
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