Category — Reviews

Nice review of Iuengliss’ latest album “Motion in Mind” over at www.indieville.com.

http://indieville.com/reviews/2009/09/iuengliss.htm

Bocumast Album Review:
Flashbulb Fires Makes Eagles Wet Themselves.
Band: Flashbulb Fires
Album: Glory
Label: TwentySomething Records

Polished, bright, comfortable. Soda drenched alternative glides, full, electric and solid. First thoughts distraught pains, send needle arms through brain pockets, blown out conscious memory and worry. Three listens deep, “Glory” grows out like a two-headed tumor. And the name, well whats in a name these days. The name sticks out like pink cotton candy in a pink bowl, browned at the edges for over eager snack havers, or simply the hungry foster kids at all the malls, waiting for something to pick them up or give them a dollar for standing still.

Taken by tides in time, sounds stand still, patient and relaxed, horns bust through cracks of reverberation, and sultry stacks built from hair and waves. At points thoughts of arcades and fires or even parades of wolves shelved at medium levels peaking out plays in the cold with bats made of fruit. Believable, poignant and elastic, drips of weather lash out at dollops of sewn sweater patches. Not to be confused for an appetizer or even dessert, “Glory” is a main course. Special taste forms into function a directive craft lasting out in spaces through “Ambulance.” Soft animals sleep to portions of beautiful “blind leading the blind.” Stomp your neighbors trolls and build a campfire using only matches to “heavy hands.” Take this as seriously as they do and you will enjoy it. Its not just for the gooey mall-goers, waiting, standing still in corners. “Glory” will make you run until you run out of breath.

Status: Recommended
Check them out here:
flashbulbfires.com
myspace.com/flashbulbfires

-Flashbulb Fires will be performing at the Hi Dive on Dec.18 2009 for their album release party.

Don’t you love when you stumble across a band (or musician) that your like “holy shit I can’t believe this! WTF! OMG! Holy buckets of gold this is insane! I fucking can’t believe what is going on in my ear holes right now! Someone end me cuz this is too good to be true! Shit-ass oh my gosh!!!!”? We’ll that happened to me recently with this guy. Loops haunt is honestly one of the best sound crafters I’ve heard in a while. So check it out and turn it up! Unfortunately I think he just took down his demo. Try and find it cuz it’s incredible. But myspace will do for now until he releases something:

http://www.myspace.com/loopshaunt

Listen to “Huarache” and “Impact Omnihammer”. So sick.

Saturday night was a busy bit of brightness in my life. After dinner at the always delectable, Cuba Cuba, I witnessed a performance worthy of its own mantra, set aside to glimmer out the glam and poke fun at summer reading programs. Fruit Bats assaulted the Larimer stage with glee and function, marked by a keen ear for subtle detail and oh-so-catchy folds of beach-y tingles. Gliding through old and new tracks leading to some surprise attacks, covering INXS’s “never tear us apart.”

Fruit Bats are happy, popped-up and full, eating away at your inability to dance like a fashion star, gnawing on your little ticklish audio parts and sucking on your vocal chords for a bit of choral sing alongs. Their strength grows in dynamic numbers, pushing out solid glimpses of quality workmanship like tiny elves quickly building sno-globes to pass out on their journey around the world. Transforming to plastic embryos, then to cardboard clownshoes, while covering themselves in emotional ash and hooking big-mouthed gems all the way up the river. Fruit Bats don’t throw large stones at audience faces, nor challenge themselves to ride in styro-foam coolers…they are thoughtful acroBats, with a big golden tent, shining brighter than most in this damp cyclical world.
-dk

check out their sub pop bio here.
or their main site here.

Get the new album cause its good. Available on vinyl by the way.

poster by bocumast design

The Bottesini Project : Double Trio

Band:

Paul Riola: Saxophones
Doug Anderson: upright Bass
Scott Amendola: Drums

Mark Harris: Alto Saxophone
Roger Green: Guitar
Antwon Owens: Drums

Date and Location:

Friday July 10th 8:00 PM

The Bug Theater
3654 Navajo St
Denver, CO 80211-3037
(303) 477-5977

Brief Synopsis:
The guiding principle of this ensemble is to create a collective of Denver and International musicians dedicated to free improvisation. Every Bottesini performance will be an entirely unique musical experience which will draw upon a multitude of musical genres and landscapes. In each coming performance various instrumentation and personnel changes will become the norm. You can expect to see some of the most talented and proficient musicians from around the world in all future Bottesini performances.

Each performance of Bottesini will focus strongly on a programmatic approach to free improvisation. The intent of this approach is to create musical landscapes with inherent form and structure; thus, lending the impression of composed rehearsed music.

Past Performances and recording sessions have included some of the finest improvisers from around the country including:

Paul Riola: Saxophones/Leader Nels Cline: Guitar (Nels Cline Singers, Wilco) Ron Miles: Cornet (Bill Frisell) Janet Feder: Guitar (Fred Frith) Vinny Golia: Woodwinds Fred Frith: Guitar (Naked city) Carla Kihlsted: Violin (Tin Hat) DJ Olive: Turntables (Sonic Youth, MMW, John Zorn) Scott Amendola: Drums (Nels Cline Singers, Primus) Jeff Parker: Guitar (Tortoise, Isotope 217) Tony Jefferson: Drums (Lonnie Smith, Lou Donaldson) Mark Harris: Saxophones (Hamster Theater, Fred Hess) Doug Anderson: Bass (County Road X, Art Lande, Erik Deutsch) Glenn Taylor: Pedal Steel (Ginger Baker, County Road X) Eric Moon: Keyboards (Bjork) Greg Harris: Vibes (Future Jazz Project) Keenan Wayne: Bass (Sutro) Richard Von Foerster: Cello (Colorado Ballet Orchestra) Dave Devine: Guitar (Ron Miles, The Czars) Roger Green: Guitar (Ron Miles, The Czars) Justin Gitlin (CacheFlowe): Laptop Art Lande: Piano and Drums (Jan Garberek, Joe Henderson, Woody Shaw) Colin Bricker: Laptop and Guitar (Cowhause, Glenn Taylor Orchestra, Birdy) Farrell Lowe: Guitar Ernie Crews: Drums Michael Vlatkovich: Trombone Mark Clifford: Vibes (The Playground) Serefin Sanchez: Saxophones and Electronics Chris Lee: Drums (Joe Henderson, Gary Peacock) Carrie Beeder: Violin Antwon Owens: Drums James Hoskins: Cello (County Road X)

–coming soon to Bocumast Records: Naima’s Grass Pajamas by The Bottesini Project.

Thanks Heather (I am Fuel, You are Friends) for the warmth and comfort. Check out her music blog here.

and enjoy this picture of a porcupine.

Jenny The Porcupine

Peaches/Shocks/Rocks

Peaches. Gothic Theatre. Denver, CO. May 25, 2009. A Bocumast Concert Review.

Wax covered reluctance, sultry begs and delightful purrrrrs. Fulfilled panicked dreams, buttered with cake icing and delicate maneuvers. Many Denver’s odds and ends approached a maniacal steamy soulstress in a fortunate manner in the early hour of last night’s divine Gothic residence. Passing a couple Guiness through an unrested system and gaining pleasant upper level seating arrangements, the off was set to motions and the early sounds of “When I think about you I touch myself” vocalized by choir-esque intrinsic professionals. The power grew as lights rose from their brief slumber. Three shapes formed figures in complete cover, shimmering slightly in the birthing brightness. Beginning in the shadows, a glimpse of a fairy tale’s destruction, the bathing light reveals a bulbous pink orb over domineering outer coverings, distressed leather. An evil gasp of power rushed through the hair of those without hats. Each note noteworthy, different, cumbersome, but luxurious, wearing too much good perfume. Lewd nuptialistic lines forced through cracks of vaginal lining, paved way for simplistic, yet complicated electro drum slashings. Amazed, dazed, troubled, fortunate witnesses caved, swayed, played, and even disrobed for their confident daring queen and balconic ballerina.

Stunts aside, imagery on high, costumed guests and eye-witnesses danced as if bathing in their partners melting membrane or some kind of altruistic vintage waterfall, blasted back to 1987 with a tall green laser capable of distorting sound or a neon light stick creating its own forceful audio concoctions. Ritual references must have summoned a hundred demonic forces, a few glam ghosts, half a dozen pixelated pixies, and a unicorn. A momentary meltdown shot out two axes in a dueling solo face-off bringing hendrix to the backyard. Shy of one hundred percent satisfaction due to number choice alone, the Peaches ensemble presented brilliant displays of light, desperation, power, love, sex, and sunburn inspiring creatives and lashing those not so much…until their genitals were rubbed raw to the point of bleeding simply from being there.

See Peaches.

Peaches Gothic Theatre Balcony