Showing posts with label Dirty Beaches. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dirty Beaches. Show all posts

27.6.11

New Dirty Beaches 12"

La Station Radar/Atelier Ciseaux (France/Canada) and Night People (USA) have just released a Dirty Beaches/Ela Orleans split 12".

Dirty Beaches has a tendency to release his material in infuriating formats (tapes and vinyl), but I suppose many of you indie hipster types dig that kind of exclusive materialist, consumerist connoisseur thing infused with trendy retro nostalgia. Good news is that you get the songs on mp3 as well. Bad news is that these are at a paltry 128 kbps. But Dirty Beaches' music sounds loin stirringly transporting, as usual:


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23.5.11

Net Nuggets 39: Tape Worms from Dirty Beaches




Have you of late lost all your mirth, allowing yourself to sink into despondency and fantasies of suicide made all the more pathetic because you have absolutely no intention of going through with them? Not to worry! In such times of emotional paralysis—every thought in any which direction just another imagined road to futility and regret—there's only one thing for it:

NOISE!!!

… some tape hiss to dredge the shallows of your consciousness, plus a little guitar twang and '50s aw-shucks! trembling vox to sex up the muscle memory, make you come alive again, bucking and rearing to go! If all your desire has gone limp and withered up, dissolved into the nothingness you'd like to follow it into, these sounds should do the trick. Things are never so bad kicks can't be had. (Well, not always, anyway.)



Here, then, is Dirty Beaches. They—or he, young master Alex Zhang Hung-tai—started out making homespun, lo-fi instrumental noodlings that were a little unremarkable, but exploded in 2009 with worded songs springing forth from the point where the caveman stomp of rockabilly, the motorik of krautrock, the shit of shitgaze, the aesthetic of Suicide (the band) and the ethereal, yet twisted sensuality of early David Lynch films all converge in a sultry murk of rambling, suggestive sound. Eerie, creepy, sexy sounds—the mutterings (and occasional yelps) of a confused pervert driving his lonely lorry at night, kept awake by speed and reveries I think it best not to mention.

There are few cocktails as potent as lust, fear and confusion. Did I forget fun? Man, I did not forget fun. And if you ever wondered what a grown man crawling on his hands and knees towards the custodian of his pleasure sounds like, wonder no more.

Before releasing their latest album, the highly recommended Badlands, out now on Zoo Music, those Dirty Beetches had a penchant for releasing their music on magnetic tape, and in very limited editions. Here's a sampler of the finest songs and soundscapes from those discontinued releases, starting in 2009 until more or less the present (with the exception of readily available CDs/digital albums and singles, such as Badlands, a split EP with US Girls and the «No Fun» single).
GONE To HELL COME FRIDAY:
  1. Like Dreamers Do
  2. Paris
  3. Black Horses
  4. White Sand
  5. Golden Desert Sun
  6. Motorcycle Rumble
  7. Shadows
  8. Coast to Coast
  9. Low Rider
  10. Forever in Gold
  11. Shangri-la
  12. Gone to Hell Come Friday
  13. The Singer (a/k/a The Folksinger)
  14. Teenage Queen
1, 4, 8, 9 & 11 from Dirty Beaches (2009)
2 & 7 from
Night City (2010)
5 & 10 from
Solid State Gold (2010)
3, 6 & 14 from Omon Ra II/Dirty Beaches split C-30 (2010)
12 & 13 from Dirty Beaches/Conor Prendergast split 7" (2011)