The Joup Friday Album: Grouper – Dragging a Dead Deer up a Hill

grouperI imagine that at this moment, I’m knee deep in some sort of SXSW mayhem, my body and mind awash in music, free beers, breakfast tacos, and corporate swag.  I’m probably tired.  I’m probably thinking about when I need to cut myself off so that I can drive to go pick up my son.  I’m probably wondering where to go to next.  (I’m writing this a few days before now, so maybe I’m not doing any of those things.)  SXSW can be a blast, but it can also be an endurance test, so let’s all mellow out a little bit with Grouper’s 2008 album Dragging a Dead Deer up a Hill.  It’s time to come down.

The Joup Friday Album: Sunn O))) – Monoliths and Dimensions

sunnoI’m going to a wedding tomorrow…so let’s talk about Sunn O))).  When listening to Sunn O))), I get the feeling that I’ve just wandered into something I have no business being privy to, that I’ve just witnessed something never intended for my eyes.  It’s like finding oneself the unexpected audience member of some archaic ritual, a sacrifice to the ancient gods, a blood ceremony of cloaked witches dancing to firelight in a black forest.  This is all very evident in the experimental drone doom metal duo’s 2009 record Monoliths and Dimensions, the band’s seventh studio album.  Whether it be the deep and unsettling spoken word sections of “Aghartha,” the haunting choirs on “Big Church (Megszentségteleníthetetlenségeskedéseitekért),” or just the general unease and foreboding created by the heavy and droning guitar effects throughout, the whole album feels like the score to something evil and eternal.

35 Albums in 35 Years: 2011

In an ongoing attempt to bleed my opinions all over your computer screen, I’m selecting one album from every year that I’ve been alive that has some sort of significance to me…and then writing about it. Welcome back to 35 Albums in 35 Years.


hank32011: Hank Williams III’s Ghost to a Ghost/Guttertown

Author & Punisher Live @ The Echoplex 01.05.14

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Pardon the vulgarity of the following statement but it seems appropriate: If Godflesh and In Slaughter Natives fucked their offspring might be Tristan Shone, aka Author & Punisher.

I had the wonderful opportunity to see Mr. Shone perform in Los Angeles last Sunday night at intimate venue The Echoplex. His performance was transcendent – something more than a concert it was an audio/visual experience that interfaced with my nervous system and short-circuited my ideas of what music is and can do.

I had pretty much expected no less.