SIR RICHARD BISHOP ::: Polytheistic Fragments (Drag City, 2007)
“Easy listening music for noise freaks.” –Dave Webb (Wah Wah Exit Wound, Girth)
The title may not be totally apt — Sir Richard Bishop has spent most of his career so far from any realm of “easy listening” that it’s simply an approximation of what he does now — which is far beyond easy listening. “Noise freaks” might be a misnomer, since his former troupe Sun City Girls weren’t really a noise band per-se, but more of an anarchist-anthropological performance art assault. For the last couple of years, the SCG guitarist has been releasing a series of solo records and touring to highlight the less combative side of his music, revealing an incredibly skilled, tasteful, and (fucking) sweet guitarist. This is his second this year alone (following the more out-there While My Guitar Violently Bleeds) and his first for Drag City (home to Bishop protege, Six Organs of Admittance and still bragging about being the original home of Pavement).
Being more familiar with his improvised guitar pieces and the assaultive insanity of his work with Sun City Girls, Polytheistic Fragments came as a pleasant shock. The disc actually works as an album as opposed to a series of instruments or improvisations. “Cross My Palm with Silver,” the opener, is a primer for all the Drag City-indie kids that probably haven’t delved into these regions before — a solo guitar tripping over styles ranging East to West (forgive the cliche) bearing similarity to his previous Improvika, but formed into an actual song. This flows into a spooky, out-there slide guitar peace which sounds like the prelude to a peaceful alien invasion titled “Hecate’s Dream.” There’s a bunch of solo acoustic ventures to enjoy, but my favorite moments are when he veers from the pre-ordained path. “Cemetery Gates” shifts the attention to piano, hand drums and various other instruments — sounds like he’s looking back to ground Sun City Girls explored on Exotica on $5 a Day but with something in mind other than schizophrenic fits. “Saraswati” is an extended piano piece — simple notes drifting beautifully over the drone of a sitar for 11 minutes. “Tennessee Porch Swing” ditches all the psychedelia and experimentalism to explore the most unhop but fabulous of genres — Chet Atkins style country melodicism. The albums final track might be the best, “Ecstacies in the Open Air.” Opening with just acoustic guitars and flute-like keyboards, the album eventually builds into sailing electric guitar harmonies, sending the listener off desiring, more more more.
Sir Richard Bishop has a bunch of Seattle dates approaching: Thursday, 9/20 @ the Triple Door w/ Low; Wednesday, 10/10 @ the Triple Door w/ Bill Callahan; Thursday, 10/25 @ the Rendezvous w/ Oren Ambarchi, Wah Wah Exit Wound
THURSTON MOORE ::: Trees Outside the Academy (Ecstatic Peace, 2007)
The Sonic Youth mainman’s second “song-based” solo album (he’s got a shit ton of weird experimental/noise releases outside of his venerable throne band) consists mainly of pleasantly strummed acoustic guitars, violin alternating on spooky to melodic accompianment, SY-style grooves (provided by their drummer, Steve Shelly), and shredding classic rock leads by J. Mascis (whose Amherst, MA studio the album was recorded at). Thin acoustic Thurston Moore sounds like a big deal? Not really. He already headed his flagship band in that direction with “Or,” the closer to their 2006 rock’n'roller Rather Ripped. This album sounds like most any SY Thurston Moore songs from ‘98 to the present, but instead of a chiming pawn shop Fender, we get acoustic guitars and actual leads. Listening now, there’s even riffs pulled straight from “Pink Steam.” Don’t get me wrong — Sonic Youth have been recycling the same formula since about ’87’s Sister and I still own 18 of their albums (and related side projects) and will probably get more. This is one of my favorite formulas ever, and it seems to still harvest rewards.
Thurston Moore plays Neumo’s on October 24th.
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