[Music] Wings Of An Angel – Disgusted By The Monotonic Shortsighted Grayness Of Civilian Life


Wings Of An Angel is a mysterious one-man project out of Israel who release a new album VERY frequently, but manage to maintain good quality throughout.  Long, droning, wandering ambient tracks with horribly long names in the finest post-rock fashion, but all in all, a decent and very engaging listen.

As an aside, WOAA is generously offering his entire back catalog, at least a couple hundred releases, for the sum of $1.50.  A good investment.

[Music] matryoshka – Monotonous Purgatory

This has to be one of the most depressing pieces of music I’ve heard in a while, and it’s perfect for post turkey day, while most of us are high off of tryptophan. matryoshka (small ‘m’ done intentionally) are a Japanese post-rock band based out of Tokyo, and they make music that is painfully delicate. You can check out the album this track comes from on their Bandcamp site, hosted by Virgin Babylon Records.

[Music] JOHN 3:16 – Sinner’s Prayer

Wave after wave of beautifully crunchy, hypnotic drone is what makes JOHN 3:16’s new release (a reissue from 2011, apparently), a 30-minute affair, so appealing. The guitar playing is so heavily textured that you feel like a sonic blanket has wrapped you up, making you forget, albeit temporarily, the vagaries of the world.  Drone music tends to be hazy, but this release would have been a stunner during the psychedelic 1970s as much as it is today.

This is a stunning mini-album. Many compliments to Philippe Gerber, JOHN 3:16’s leader and guitarist, for pointing me to this reissue.

[Music] Fred Lorca – Sonic Gringo

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Imagine if DAF discovered cumbias in the 1980s with lo-fi equipment, but made up for it with a high, hazy, nearly psychedelic level of energy? Friends, I give you Fred Lorca, a composer originally from Argentina who had been residing in Spain for some years, and is, perhaps, once again residing in the Southern Cone.

This album isn’t imbued with kitschiness like, say, Señor Coconut. Think Yello, as this has a driving, danceable rhythm while maintaining its focus. That doesn’t mean it’s all serious, as there are small, cheeky interludes, and a feeling of a gang-land soundtrack in these rhythms.