CHARLIE XCX with JOHN CALE – House: TRACK OF THE MONTH

WUTHERING HEIGHTS SUMMONS WINTER STORM

It’s the year’s last gasp for new sounds so we’ve got a small but suitably wintry batch to cram in before 2025 disappears. And, as we well know, nothing says deep winter darkness like … Charlie XCX?

Damn right. Let’s get straight to it. Links to tracks are all at the end.

CHARLIE XCX and JOHN CALE – House

Some songs land out of nowhere and own your essence so squarely that you don’t play them too often. You don’t need to – a single listen goes a long way and the intentional underplay prolongs the fresh mystery that slammed you the first time. There’s no rush. It’s all there, waiting. Special.

House is such a track. Being caught out by a Charlie XCX and John Cale collaboration – the day after a chance hearing of Velvet Underground’s European Son (to Delmore Schwartz) unknowingly primed my Cale antennae – is one thing. But the song itself, a charged descent into blizzard hex, is another. Cale narrates with vulnerable yet commanding authority:

“Can I speak to you privately for a moment?
I just want to explain
explain the circumstances I find myself in.”

Doom-heavy cello surges and retreats. Violin slashes squeak and edge your nerves. It’s ominously bleak and supernaturally intense, like the Pennine winter itself. For the first two thirds, it’s Cale solo. When Charlie XCX enters the fray, House implodes in a swollen storm of beats and pained distortion

and then it drops, as suddenly as it rose. Pure dark magic.

[for more spoken word and heavy string, check The Dictator by Catherine Graindorge with Iggy Pop]

SMOTE – Snodgerss

Invader music. That’s what this is. An instrumental soundtrack to an invasion by beasts of the sea. Seriously. Not from the very start, obvs – because a flute dance is never the sound of an imminent attack – but as soon as flute gives way to tidal drones and push, Snodgerss veers towards GY!BE territory and lays on the feedback. No groove, no flow, no funk, just heavy symphonic reps and industrial psyche for a pounding, escalating tension and, presumably, obliteration.

TRENT REZNOR & ATTICUS ROSS – Vaster than Empires

Not quite new, but only a year or so old, is this alternate version to a Reznor-Ross piece from their Queer soundtrack, the 2024 William Burroughs biopic. Hear it out of context and nothing screams Nine Inch Nails soundtrack. Instead of piano, synth or pulse, it’s vocally led – by Reznor, but other voices multiply while the distortions and layers and volume and mass increase over a hypnotic swell.

Then it hits you: it’s a little bit Low, this. Shapeshifting a Double Negative, building a HEY WHAT.

Vaster than Empires: Trent Reznor, Atticus Ross, Alan Sparhawk, BJ Burton.

Come taste the electro divine.

PETER HAMMILL – Fogwalking

Not quite new but only 45 years or so old … WTF, how am I only hearing this genius throb of 80s avant electro mist-icism for the first time in 2025? Get me A Black Box and start fixing that long-broken promise to check Peter Hammill and Van der Graaf Generator.

The title tells you what’s going on – walking in fog on city streets – but there’s a seediness and hallucinatory threat at play, like you get from Iggy’s Funtime and Nightclubbing, that ups the unease. This isn’t soothed by collage-style sax shrapnel panning left and right, nor the heavily treated riffs that are sticky with gloom. It’s the anti-slick and the gothic, drenched in post-punk synth experimentation. Paranoia via machine prog, Fogwalking is of the time yet way ahead … the genuine article.

Tracklisting:

House – Charlie XCX and John Cale
Snodgerss – Smote
Vaster than Empires – Trent Reznor, Atticus Ross, Alan Sparhawk, BJ Burton
Fogwalking – Peter Hammill

’til next time!

Blank tape and xmas lights
Tracks that totally sleigh

MUSIC FOR CAT & FIDDLE 2: Low

LOW – HEY WHAT

F*CK. ME. This is it.

Then again: it’s Low so what do we expect? And when do you listen to Low?

They’re a band I can’t play any time or too often because they’re just too intense, too special – especially those last two albums. Low seem to have a direct line to something way deeper than the rest of us. After pressing play on Hey What in the car, I become aware that the opening track White Horses builds in noise and distortion completely in sync with the incline and the gradually emerging, slowly unfolding landscape. Urbanity receding, wild moors welcoming. Beautiful. No, more than that: awesome. This happens to be an ultimate convergence of emotive music and scenery.

But if that wasn’t enough – and it would have been, easily – there’s a divine intervention from the goddess of good timing. White Horses hits peak distortion and noise saturation around 2 minutes 15 seconds – the exact moment a turn round a blind bend reveals the top of the world in full, unending glory.

Breath taken? Damn right. The combination of sound and vision is huge, which explains the F bomb earlier. Rendered speechless.

Low’s fragmented, techno-glitch density opens portals to a parallel universe. But the effect that comes from wrapping their fragile/euphoric harmonising within and around such sonic manipulation is unfathomable and unexplainable. It’s why Hey What and Double Negative transcend so much other music. It’s electro-noise gospel. Those albums just cannot be played in casual conditions that lessen the mystique. They need to be played with intent: night darkness with volume cranked, wild walks in storm force gales, the deepest of snows and winter freezes

or a moody overcast drive on the Cat and Fiddle.

More Music for Cat and Fiddle here.

DOES THIS MUSIC SMELL FUNNY?

JANUARY REWIND: NEW EXPOSURES FROM NORWAY AND SOUTHERN LORD, AND A BRACE OF WINTER SOUNDTRACKS

If wild instrumentals are the way to blast those Jan-Feb blues, check this trio of wordless other-worldlies and set your radar to stun, scorch and shift. Verse-chorus-verse they are not. Don’t know anything about the bands (yet) so excuse mon ignorance and lack of detail, just feel the buzz instead. Much to trip on.

HEDVIG MOLLESTAD TRIO – First Thing to Pop is the Eye

STUN. Heavyweight new-jazz post/prog artillery from Norway. Dazzling. HM3’s First Thing… fairly fires up a wintry night with urgent, hypnotic bass loops and guitars that strike with small-hours cool. Musicianship absolutely not in question, neither is the r.o.k. attitude, and that’s more than enough to keep us happy BUT… check the drumming. Is that a player or what? New album Smells Funny is out now on Rune Grammofon.

CASPER BROTZMANN MASSAKER – The Call

SCORCH. OK, not new – 31 years not new, since you ask – but reissued right now on Southern Lord and, of course, Casper packs the same ferocious intensity on guitar as dad Peter does on sax. What comes to mind? A splatter of King Crimson Red to start maybe, but mostly a Killing Joke wall of fury roughed up by free-forming six-stringer squall. Primal psssyche out.

SONAR – Vortex

SHIFT. Why? Because of the mood. Because of the tension lurking from the opening Tortoise lope. Because of the pristine dark urban space conjured by metronomic polyrhythms, slow-rising urgency and part-glitch percussive energy. Get a shift on – enter the vortex with Sonar right here.

WINTER AMBIENCE FROM 2018 LEFTOVERS

By leftovers, we mean the 2018 music bought late last year – like ace albums by Clutch, Mark Lanegan & Duke Garwood, Donny McCaslin and Pijn – that have fed the new year and which we’re only just digesting. And for some moody atmos on grey-day hibernations like these, you can do a lot worse than sink into these two highly-recommendeds. First, https://annavonhausswolffmusic.bandcamp.com/album/dead-magic Magic by Anna Von Hausswolff. Drones, possession (spiritual) and pipe organs (massive) from Sweden make for a gothic mood piece that signals a storm’s arrival, though it never does. The Mysterious Vanishing of Electra comes close, but its rock-solid haunt is more of a summoning. File next to your Sunn O)))/Ulver crossovers. Or Myrkur. Or your pipe organ collection. Or maybe even this lot …

.Low. Can’t get enough of critics’ favourite Double Negative at the moment. Even when you flick your hype-alert switch on after the gushing reviews, all that talk of noise, crackle and avant is just too seductive … can Low really be pushing it that far out, this far into their career? So you give it a go. And nothing prepares you for just how outside Double Negative is. Something very special, disorienting and rare at work here … semi lucid states, heavy distortion and fractured warps, cloaked by unshakable Low-floating harmonies. In and out of focus. One for dark nights, immersion and submission. The beauty is buried deep.

BULLY FOR DRORE AND DESERT STORM

Friday 1 February, 2019 – Drore and Desert Storm at the Bullingdon, who needs a headliner? Not them, but there is one anyway: Conjurer, on the Holy Roar label. Metal Hammer have said good stuff about their Mire album, let’s see what they’re all about.

’til next time!

P.S. Desert Storm and Drore review done, see next post

amplifier wordsmith: the monthly rewind

amplifier wordsmith: the monthly rewind