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THE WORST ALBUM EVER MADE?

What is the worst album you have ever bought? I am not talking about records that were mildly irritating or slightly disappointing. What I mean is purchases that are so monstrous they make you feel physically sick or mentally tortured.

Before everyone rushes to cry COLDPLAY at this point, I would like to share my own horror story with you.

The exhibit A in question is Zero Tolerance For Silence by Pat Metheney (Geffin Records, 1994). I came across this turkey resting innocuously in the bargain bin of a reputable record store.

The cover has a single white strip on a grey/black background and looks like one Rothko’s cool minimalist works. This cruelly appealed to an innocent hipster like me and I felt pretty pleased to unearth this rarity.

Metheny I vaguely knew of  as a big-haired American jazz guitarist with a daunting discography.

I liked his playing on Steve Reich’s Electric Counterpoint and on a beautiful record he made in 1980 with Lyle Mays called As Falls Wichita, So Falls Wichita Falls. His vast, more pure jazz albums, were largely uncharted territory although I have since heard, and enjoyed, many of these.

From such a well established and highly regarded musician, an album of guitar solos had to be at least interesting, right?

Wrong!

Pat Metheny

Pat Metheny – pissing about at the listener’s expense.

None of the five tracks are titled, wisely opting to remain anonymous. Part 1 is the longest at 18 minutes 18 seconds and if you can sit through this you might just manage to endure parts 2 – 5. I have never managed such a feat myself. The music can best be described as improvised noise, a genre that I don’t usually fear. I regard Keijo Haino as a genius and even tolerate the ‘fuck the career’ offerings of Lou Reed’s Metal Machine Music and Neil Young’s Arc.

Improvised guitar, like that of Derek Bailey, can , I know, be something of an acquired taste but it is something I am usually happy to listen too. This album by Metheny is not in this same category. It just sounds like someone tuning up, playing a few random chords and generally pissing about at the listener’s expense.

I don’t ask for structure but some feeling would be nice – if you can find any redeeming qualities in this turgid barrage of distorted sound you are as better human being than me.

Methany continues to claim that this was not made for a bet or to get out of a record contract. and someone even makes the unlikely claim that he spent 3 years writing it. Thurston Moore says it’s “a new milestone in electric guitar” Did he mean to say ‘tombstone’?

PORTLAND NOISE

Quotes from contributors to People Who Do Noise an excellent documentary film by Adam Cornelius (2008):

Smegma - "Portland is like San Francisco in the 1960s"
Pulse Emitter - "It sounds like the apocalypse - but joyful"
Yellow Swans - "It's about deterioration"
Honed Bastion - Anyone can do it - that's partly the point"
Oscillating Innards - "Noise is more punk than punk"
GOD (bryan eubanks and leif sundstrom) - "This music cannot be commodified"
Kitty Midwife -"You hear everything differently"
Josh Hydeman -"Why would anyone play noise unless they had some social or emotional problem?"
Soup Purse - "You take out the music elements - this is Bladerunner music"
Sisprum Vish -"To be human means to be wrong"
Argumentix - "Pop music doesn't work any more"
Redglaer - "It's about textures and energetic states"
With Caro - "It looks fucked up and sounds fucked up"
Daniel Menche -"Music is like one's own blood - so amplify it! As loud as possible -make the speakers bleed"

NEW UNDERGROUND MUSIC

madridIn the past, particularly in the sixties, underground music was a label given either to cult artists who were difficult to seek out or whose music could in some way be defined as oppositional to the establishment.

As critic Simon Reynolds points out in his excellent article for The Guardian, these former definitions are no longer convincing as a new generation of fans consume and conceive of music in a wholly different ways.

When I was a lad, if I read about some obscure new band in the New Musical Express, the only way to hear what they sounded like was to track down the vinyl or hope that John Peel would play them on his radio show. Nowadays such enlightenment is just a mouse click away. This is a double-edged sword. On the one hand, it reveals to us some amazing ‘hidden’ sounds while on the other hand the sense of mystery is lost. As Reynolds points out,  you can’t keep secrets for very long on the Net – the worldwide web is a free for all community.

Personally,  the accessibility of all this marginal music has opened by ears to a wealth of possibilities and re-ignited my enthusiasm for sounds which can’t be neatly packaged within narrow boundaries. It has confirmed my loathing for the nostalgia peddled by glossy adult orientated mags like Mojo and Word. This pseudo rock academia merely panders to the post 30 something listeners who get a hard on for whatever they got their collective rocks off to when they were 18.

The fact that legal and illegal downloads makes limited edition or deleted titles available to the masses doesn’t make this music for the masses. Whenever there’s a choice between easy and ‘difficult’ listening, the vast majority of consumers opt for the former. The mainstream media may have expanded enormously in the past decade but it is still largely unable to grasp the true value of anything that cannot be readily compartmentalized or easily packaged for a target audience.

This is exemplified by the rise of the so-called ‘weird’ music of  drone, noise, new psychedelia and free folk which has thrived in spite of being largely ignored by the mass media. The smart press have belatedly acknowledged ‘overground’ artists like Animal Collective, Devendra Banhart and Joanna Newsom but have largely ignored the fact that these represent only the tip of massive iceberg.

I agree with Reynolds that the old definitions of ‘underground’ music no longer carry much weight in the same way that to describe artists as ‘alternative’ or ‘indie’ is ultimately meaningless. I take comfort from the knowledge that the best music is still out there in the margins rather than festering in the mainstream.  This may be easier to locate than it was half a century ago but this doesn’t mean that it’s any more palatable to the lumpen masses . To my ears the counter cultural edge has not been entirely blunted. There is still a healthy minority who oppose the disgusting normalness of modern culture and look to music to communicate a truth and vitality that squeaky clean X-Factor wannabes will never satisfy.

The underground is dead – long live the underground!

BLUES CONTROL

Noise rock, as with punk, is as much about attitude as it is musical ability. The support bands at this small club venue (an ex-slaughterhouse!) each make a racket that looks more fun to create than it is to listen to.  Belzebu Katmandu are three young have-a-go Italians while Tropa Macaca are a male-female duo from Portugal. They lend publicity to the DIY cause but with both you get the impression that they are novices for whom finding a transporting groove is still more a matter more of luck than judgement.

Headliners, Blues Control from Queens NYC, are in another league entirely. Anyone fooled by the name into imagining a White Stripes type duo would have had to adjust their expectations rapidly.

Lea Cho is a classically trained pianist whose tutors would doubtless be horrified to see her playing for long stretches with a bottle of beer in one hand. Her partner, Russ Waterhouse, is no slouch on the guitar and combines these skills with some razor sharp tape effects.

The two met and served their apprenticeship with little known instrumentalists ‘Watersports’. This is where they stumbled upon the happy accident of their contaminated New Age sound. They use psychedelic films as a backdrop like Prog-rockers but rude blasts of grungey fuzz guitar and pumping piano rhythms wake you from any delusions that this just another dreamy head trip.

Their sonic interpretations of these abstract images of light and colour are neither conventional nor contrived; there’s a movie out there somewhere just waiting to have their music on the soundtrack.

They play approximations of tracks from their records with Cho laying the foundations for Waterhouse to build upon and the contrast and volume this gives makes for a more dynamic sound than you hear on disc.

“Un po pesante”(a bit heavy) commented one guy as I left; he meant it as a criticism but I took it as a compliment.

THE REST IS NOISE

I didn’t know how much I needed this book until I began reading it. I realise now that there was an enormous gap in my musical knowledge which Alex Ross’ brilliant study has helped to fill. By the end, he won me over to his central argument that “at the beginning of the 21st century, the impulse to pit classical music against pop culture no longer makes intellectual or emotional sense“.

One of the main strengths of the book is that Ross does not write from an elitist perspective. He is all too aware of the negative popular perception of classical music which means that it is “widely mocked as a stuck-up, sissified, intrinsically un-American pursuit“. At the same time he doesn’t argue that self appointed musical experts are always right : “Mainstream audiences may lag behind the intellectual classes in appreciating the more adventurous composers, but sometimes they are quicker to perceive the value of music that the politicians of style fail to comprehend“. It is this open minded, even handed approach that makes his description of  100 years of ‘difficult music’ so illuminating. Continue reading