At the Big Haus
368 Ponce de Leon Ave.
Atl, GA 30308
Cynically designed and morosely brimming over with sooty diamond-crusty apathy, Jason Lescalleet's Songs About Nothing nonetheless thrilled and enticed as one of 2012's most euphorically ear-opening experimental works. The mastery of a suspenseful atmosphere drove each of its 13 environ-peeping sections before it dropped you square in a glorping body-high bog of eternal squenche. In addition to it being the masterpiece of queasy abstract voyeurism that it is, there was a radiance-imbuing quality to this album. It was like a ratty old blanket you pull over yourself and dream roving desert dreams of a reckless peace and an ever-changing light at the bottom. You sense it's there, but you are too terrified to look and take stock. Such was the way of it here. Songs About Nothing was the best horror film of the year, for years. It was a well-curated museum of breaking down, a murky stand of mottled black windsocks whipping about between two receivers. The sample circled arguing with the microscope. Time squeezed tight and flexed.
- Tiny Mix Tapes
Suffer Bomb Damage
Now a four piece, Suffer Bomb Damage blast radio static, extended technique bass, feedback and synthesizer squiggles all at once.
Hassler / Butcher
Don Hassler and Jason Butcher play some of the most frenetic synthesis to come out of two modulars.