Viral outbreak. No delay in delivery but a procrast on pronouncement… its out mzerkfzurx! a connoisseur double dizk omnium-gatherum of the most excruciating peregrine rogue rapid reactionary revanchist riotous recalcitrance. The boat is not pushed, it is propelled, profoundly, to the point of pure paroxysm & preternatural permutation. Deluxe double disc, detailed on-bodies, ultra high quality specialised-card dual-wallet/gatefold, massive 12 panel plush fold-out with extravagant montage (Non-Negotiable-Noteriety) & giant photographic compositions rendered in scalding detail. All execrations, exasperations & ostentations expelled throughout 2018 & cherry picked from multiple sessions between three varying units (Concussion Projectile Trio, Condign, Baku/Asheber duo) comprising seven musicians (886VG, Mad Hwa, Luke Stewart, Reg Bloor, Chris Pitsiokos & Niles Asheber). Hand numbered to x500 copies. Trebuchet’d by the fugitive firebrand cataclysm Ethnicity Against the Error records. Completely, utterly & consummately independent & insubordinate from any & all industry/scene/machine/establishment intervention & adulteration – apex autonomy of superior strength, caliber & integrity.
Untethered record shops, bondage free blogs & those not umbilicaled to the rectal refinery of prescribed shit-screened commodity capture & carefully-controlled manufactured malmerit & malfeased manipulation monopoly mendacity – direct to source – firstname.lastname@example.org … I won’t be bunging bribes to the Liar magazine via the cover of “paid advertising” to secure surface exposure in this insanely corrupt sump of fraudulent disinformation deluge. Fuck their corruption.
Mark Resemble! Did yu miss th craziest motherfucker of th lot? Unfortunately, ditching th downgraded doppelgänger became a must. Oh we wuz all enthusiasm – th day of th rehearsal was th release/arrival of my new dbl album, more frenzy & perspiration intercepting x1000 copy dumps from residential proxies to drag back to th crypt, then loading th surgeons wrack for’ for, for’ th prodrome with th incoming consociation. All tingles & titubation at this stage, crash th op a lirrul’ late with nuts in knots, ensconce & roll out th ouja. Hey! Whats up with this fat wilting fuck Douche Moye? Like, major prickery? Somebodies got urchins in th rectum, what giveth? I met this washed-out-crease twice over th last two years, & he was initially absolutely cool, jovial even, until that is, we exchanged CD’s, then th guy just clammed up like a nuns node…aw shit! Not another case phenomena of terrified, resentful detractordom? A dawning deterioration started to uncoil its pulsing prolapse into what had been conceptually a very exciting scenario which I had been otherwise looking forward to… I watched in horror as it became apparent that th man with half th creative authority over th unfolding session demonstrated th worst example of decrepitude & terminal deflation I have ever witnessed in my life. Douche Moye is washed-over, belly-up & arse out – DEAD-IN-THE-FUCKIN-WATER!!! I ain’t never seen a greater paragon of how to age disgracefully. Its a crying’ shame, cos’ back in th day, Douche was a fine drummer, cutting planks wi’ th swiftness on some excellent numbers with & outside of AEOC. Art Ensemble stumbled into some dodgy territory in the 80’s for a moment, producing some poor quality records on Japanese label DIW that were a mockery of their former prestige. A lot of great musicians from th 60’s & 70’s succumbed to this hazard, with many never recovering from the diminishment & its subsequent entropy. Douche is one such casualty, got lost to this dreadful era & never recovered, he never shook th shitness & it clings to him in a solidified form to this very day like a wreath of fecal. Aside his polar opposite Roscoe, there were some very good musicians in session. Douche, by miles the most inferior musician present, was clearly petrified, but still retained executive privilege over his compositions (half th set or whatever). His insecurity stank & he acted like an anus to somehow counteract his screaming inadequacy. It was surreal – th weakest link ordering around his superiors. Even worse, his compositions were so rectal it beggared belief. Th kind of shit yu would expect from a pub band in th Australian outback, mf I wish I were joking! Th clown also instructed me specifically to play them as shit as possible, so shit songs played at optimal shitness! Unimaginably it got even worse, – Douche started pulling out “artificial African” material….th shit was so fucking grave, it bordered on racial stereotyping, I was actually shocked. Elton John’s ‘Lion King’ had more authenticity, it was absolutely appalling. I was snatching looks with Roscoe like, “bro! Are yu actually fucking serious?”. It was an extraordinary situation. I started to just observe from a sociological perspective – this absolutely ridiculous spectacle, insane, nonsensical, idiotic … it was fascinating to witness, like a pantomime. I took another African musician along to th drop (not th Douche dogshit ersatz falsified African version), he wanted nothing to do with that weak shit despite being persistently pressed by Douche to join tomorrows show at th Barbican. Later on in th event, when Roscoe resumed command, we did finally actually get to disembogue some shit worth th effort, th only saving grace to the flatliner. It was a necessary deturge after hours of conformist constipation & confinement. I went home with my furrows frothing at th whole multivalent madness & 3d-contradiction with every intention to follow through on th following days performance despite th massive down-scaling & deduction Douche Disney had shat over th potential furor. But in th early hours of th morning th apprehension & ruminations started…i noticed how I had literally zero enthusiasm about th impending droop, it was a chore to dust & dismiss with an endurance mentality. Also, I don’t want to be caught dead playing credibility corroding cack, & some of that shit was career-destroyingly cringesom, if not potentially ethnically insulting. Its a high profile show & I don’t need no clips of me online piddling ponce to a bunch of lemmings. & there it was, – no way could I go through with this fuckery! I had to withdraw on grounds of quality & I had to be candid about it. This revelatory certitude was accompanied by a great rush of relief. It wasn’t just th music, my discomfort about th venue was an additional tribulation. 25 quid a ticket? No one from th barrio then…playing to yuppies as part of a tired relic that still has brand-currency as part of kowtowing in th ashes of former glory from an over milked decade being rebranded for a few more units of showbiz – nah niggu, yu can go fuck yurselves! I’d sooner rather burn down th Barbican than play it, yer kno wo’ iym sayin’??? oh brother Mitchell? – He totally understood a young radicals actions. not in this for th cotton wool fukur. So not for th first time, I holstered th blade of integrity, zipped th smock & disappeared into tha rain! Th current machine hype around Art Ensemble’s exhumation should not detract that this group did some spectacular work in th 60’s & 70’s that’s been very dear to me long before th contemporary resuscitation, but I can’t endorse this spent force armchair shit, & yu kno it was really about those 5 guys, not a whole crew of coat-tail clingers parachuted into another mf’s pageant decades down th line. There is nothing revolutionary here any more. To all th youth out there, never do it for th money – that makes yu a prostitute & a coward with a worn ring – always take th moral option & fuck all sell outs!
Sorry cud-splay…I got my dates mixed up & had Kyrgyz crashing into Korea causing quite tha collision castratus el catastrophique? No! No! not those dates – th Art Ensemble eruption, its actually th 23rd. but by all means come on th 26th, & demand a rematch.
should be out next week. if not, certainly th following. th most unprecedented, consummate shit yu will hear in yur fucking lyf kiddd –
seven fugitives, six separate sessions, eleven tracks, two dizx, over two hours worth of intense combat & ultra high-quality connoisseur art/design/packaging. more once i dust th breynz off my dumb-bells.
At last. after a
month’s sedulous editing, the new NABEG LP – Economic Gain –
Ecological Ruin has escaped its containment quarters. Derived
from a live Animal Machine-Baku cross-contamination conflux in the
fall of 2018, multiple excess outrage & amok apoplexy exclusives
where antagonized from proscribed, full-contact, harsh maulers 886VG
(Chile), Napalmed (Czech) & Animal Machine. Consolidating this
cacophony was old, drop-dead-harsh, decommissioned explosive
ordinance from veteran French frondeur Mourmansk150. Into this
smolder strides the displaced Ukrainian noise guitarist Ilja Bilga.
Lastly comes the political youth tumult pouring out of Hong Kong. The
fervency, courage & distemper of the HK youth & their
accompanying adult counterpart that have been raging has been
sourced, suctioned & steeped throughout this recording from
footage & audio supplied & extracted from ground zero. The
running battles, the tear gas, the water cannons, the molotovs, the
arrests, the bedlam & the full perfervid discord of a city/nation
in direct, street based confrontation with opposing government
forces. I knew this motherfucker was going to sink-the-structure, but
the resulting remonstration & recusancy has completely exceeded
my estimates. Over an hours’ worth of mind-splay encompassing ten
tracks in total. No one & nothing comes even close.
Released on Lo-fi
or Die Records on a silver cassette with individual bronze
spray-paint daub, gold case, four panel sleeve, double-sided pull-out
poster & extras, with art by Non-Negotiable-Notoriety, limited to
312 hand-numbered editions. Probably only available from the artists
themselves as everybody else is selling their anus to some giant
Silicon Valley corporate conquistador or Palantir assigned Mossad
funded industry-interlope-Inc. inconvenience = independence.
Two month plus stasis from any practice/drumming – jumped on an available wreck without preparation & projected the primo-pyro-pandemonium with South-Am jungle-trails killer. Substantial deposits & follow up ambush with muchos body-count – a fat grip of beyond brimstone Scour Histrionics contumacy to undermine the governments emergency measures & leave the security services reeling. Hmmmm… another sub-label to serve this division. Cassette is on th wing with additional armory from Mourmansk150 (France), PMNT (Brazil), DND (Italy), Kylie Minoise (Scotland) & 886VG (Chile). Here’s some raw, untreated footage from th hit –
to the coinciding double album No Justice = Justification – Revolt
Against State Sponsored Stockholm Syndrome – this raw & lo-fi
cassette includes the exclusive culmination of Concussion Projectile
Trio’s 2018 live effloresce at Acklam Village joined by
activist-upstart-ustad & old time Baku associate & Sankofa OG
– Niles Asheber on vocals & African drum. A-side’s “Create
Consequences” propels a 23 minute + of off-road trench-warfare
civilian-justice-proconsul-vigilance dashing hard wild, militant,
gracile Free Jazz dynamism. Ardent radical pedigree, savage breaks,
leopard acrobatics, zero industry input
(Gosh-Glut-Godastu-Disruptions unincorporated), this is no
Shorditch-shit-suckery or the tepid-toss that dribbles from Roni
Scots, Whoreflex or Pathe Twotto, recorded in a venue that was
‘repossessed’ & at times physically defended by community
contingents in the wake of the Grenfell atrocity – this is no
gloss, no fakery & superior creative fire-power from
non-commercial agitators ripping through unrestricted vehemence &
vanguard. Flip side has x3 cuts at just over 35 minutes as a duet
between natty minstrel & the blacc-ghetto-mage – Kikanju Baku
(ankle bells, ropey-ass cello-bass) & Niles Asheber (voice &
vengeance) performing exceptionally powerful free-style spoken-word
concerning the struggles against LBKC & local inferiorities &
ongoing Grenfell redemption. The account is acute, including graphic
recollections of the night the tower conflagrated (the narrator was a
front-line witness at the scene of the crime). This cassette includes
the two tracks that make the Double CD, albeit with different mixes &
editing along with a 3rd exclusive track (the last of the
session) “Trouble Waters” which, along with “Create
Consequences” only features on this edition.
Four panel sleeve with full-colour artwork courtesy of Non-Negotiable-Notoriety, gold cassette with hand-scoured decals in a black case, colour pull-out, limited to x111 hand numbered copies & released on Erst-While-Antrum (EA #24). Ten trillion% passion, autonomy & connoisseur recalcitrance, fuck all th other insider, buttock-talcum-powder subjugation shit-smudge.
Projectile Trio was a wild as fuck entirely improvised Avant-Jazz
&-then-some splinter-cell comprising Kikanu Baku- Luke Stewart &
Chris Pitsiokos. Bare knuckle, deep end, take no prisoners effusion &
hysteria with effects pedals, MPC manipulation, Noise &
electronic dalliance, improvised instruments, & a pantheon of
ditties & dalliance on a sweeping gamut of percussion &
African & Far East traditional instruments (Dai Fut Loi, San
Shin, Pipa, Yuen Chin, Gongs, Wood Blocks, Bells, Chimes, hand drums
& so on). Guaranteed no pussies no plastics & no prosthetics.