Sonntag, 14. September 2008

Kurort - Miss Fitness USA

Less bleak than Stachanov, this was their "Pop" record (just listen to Resignation or Kardinal Schlachthaus). But the lightening up is only marginal, the rest makes this Platte another hard hitting monster of Moshcore. (citing Tom Araya ain't too much pop either)

The band called it quits a year later, the three instrumentals here probably indicated already, that there wasn't much more to say or do in their format.

By the way, despite the title, there's no friggin America-bashing (an evergreen in the European HC/Punk scenes) on this record , just personal politics, the usual alienation stuff and a little anti-catholicism, I assure you.

To show the references of the band and what was going on scenewise "at the times" (1996) I'll just type Miss Fitness's music related thanks list:

Graue Zellen, Those Who Survived The Plague, Fugazi, Anarcrust, Boot Down The Door, Revenge, Seein'Red, Kort Prosess, Gainsay, Cwill, Deadzibel, Trümmer Sind Steine Der Hoffnung, Useful Idiot, Maya, Desperate Cry, Strahler 80, Dissonant View, Hiroshima, Doctor Bison, Cowboy Killers, Serpico, Rubbish heap, Sargnegl, Out of Order, Tromatism, Jughead's Revenge, Hard Headed Soul, Zorn, Gurk, Konstrukt, Verbal Assault, So Much Hate, Life, But How To Live It, Artificial pesticides -


The Passenger, no, Resignation by Kurort on, the whole disc here:

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Kurort - Miss Fitness USA

Samstag, 13. September 2008

Kurort - Stachanov

"Kurort" in English means health resort, bath, and actually they were from Bad Ischl, the summer resort and hunting ground of our beloved majesties Franzl and Sisi. A place preserved for nostalgia-tourism and suffocating for the casual visitor in it's sugary monarchist necrophilia.

From this locale came the flagship of austrian 90's moshcore. Kurort knew the handicraft of advanced thrash riffing as no other austrian band and embedded this in the drag-and-strain-Hardcore (Zerrcore) of the times.
Their musical proficiency never resulted in technical hick-hack virtuosity, but in well constructed and rounded songs with doomy riffs checked by high impact drumming and driving blast beats. Andreas Wimmer on strained vocals added suffering and memorable chorusses, that even showed some pop-sensibility.

In the early nineties the band toured extensively through all the European squats and youth centers and made a couple of singles and three LP's.
Stachanov, their 2nd album from 1994 is their heaviest and most uncompromising effort.

Flo Sedmak - voc., guit.
Rudi Vogtenhuber - dr.
Andi Wimmer - voc.
Martin Wimmer - bs


Try Brach on or get the whole set:

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Kurort - Stachanov

Montag, 26. Mai 2008

Transkript eines Anfalls um 4 Uhr morgens

Once I thought they were on to something - with their anti-romance stance they made a big impression on this frustrated adolescent.

Your kiss so sweet,
Your sweat so sour.
Sometimes I'm thinking that I love you,
But I know it's only lust.

Aber das ist doch wirklich nicht die großartige Erkenntnis, als die sie uns seit 28 Jahren verkauft wird.
Heute würde ich sagen: Ja, blöd gelaufen.
Heute würde ich sagen: Streng dich gefälligst an und tau dein Herz auf, du Arschloch!

Die ganze Generation der Gang of Fours, Slits, Au Pairs, etc., etc. hat von der Denunziation der vermeintlichen Liebeslüge gelebt und ihre nunmehrigen Wiedergänger und -käuerinnen ziehen als schick gepanzerte Roboter, 28 Jahre nachdem die entsprechenden Lektionen durchgepaukt worden sind, in den selben Krieg. Für Sauberkeit und Anstand, Wahrhaftigkeit (schau mal bei Moliere nach, was den Misanthropen ausmacht) und blasiert-glasierte Distanz!
(Ach ja, so eine Eifersucht ist wirklich ein unnützer Störenfried, die gehört ins 19. Jahrhundert, das geht auch ohne, am besten geht es ohne alles, 0% Fett, 0% Schweiß, 0% Tränen, Leichen hinter Balkenbrillen!)

Wider euch tiefgekühlte Idiotinnen legen Zeugnis ab:
Carla Bozulich, Irma Thomas, Lucinda Williams, Sylvester, Mia Zapata, Aaron Neville, Melanie, Billie Holiday, H.D. Lawrence, V. Nabokov, Conor Oberst, Sally Timms, The Mekons, Dolly Parton, Christine Lavant, Hank Williams, A Subtle Plague,...

Lucinda Williams - World without Tears

Her voice, that at the height of it´s power on Carwheels and a Gravel Road , really knew how to reach you in certain lower bodily regions and generate there these special prickling sensations, here seems mangled by years of heartache (and possibly corroded by pills + alcohol as well). It´s still all about sex, as every music of the rock persuasion that´s of any use is (with the possible exception of Burzum).

A great album with much better - more tangible - songs than the ones on the overrated Essence.

Sensuality in desperation - or some such thing -, get it here in abundance:
Lame, VBR, Sharebee:

(Don´t get distracted by the shitty opening riff in Real live bleeding Fingers)

Some Videolinks:

Sonntag, 4. Mai 2008


seems to be a joke to most people, embodying all that is ridiculous about hippie culture - namely the barefoot naivety and the simple-minded desire for the unadulterated immediate real.
To most, except for Stephin Merritt and me. We know that Miss Safka's voice, if applied right, is capable of shredding the armour of cool our fellow convicts pride themselves with.
While on most of her records, especially the early ones, there's stuff you will cringe from, still you'll get plenty for avoiding her cow loving side and her "Bo Bo Parties" for Christopher Robin and the other five year olds.

Now let's go over to the record player, shall we?
Two songs from her second album:
Any Guy is a surprisingly acrid little "I don't care" song, that's put back on its feet with it's final "is she as pretty as me, HA?".
Now, hear her roar on Tuning my Guitar. Getting goosebumps?

As the 70's progressed, she left the large Woodstock audience behind, her songs seemed to withdraw into a more private setting and got a little darker. On 1974's Madrugada you can hear both. This sombre album talks about resignation and offers resource in the consolations of a kind of humane short range devotion/submission, it's intimate songs mainly adressed at the one other.

Get saved by Melanie, Maybe not for a Lifetime, maybe for a reason. Perfect suicide prevention song with an ending that rhymes with ABBA.
Holding Out, it's never easy, hold me down. Her phrasing reminds us of Van Morrison, doesn't it?

Ta Ta, till next time, when the brotherhood continues on it's crusade against cool.
(Remember kids, coolness is evil.)

Dienstag, 15. April 2008


Da ist eine Kluft zwischen den Schichten dieser Welt (keine Musik ist außerhalb), ein Spalt, den ihre Stimme für uns alle offen hält.
There's a cleft between the layers of this world (no music is outside), a chasm her voice keeps open for us all.
Death and the Maiden

This is a collection of bootlegs and various bits and pieces ranging from 1965 to 1987.
It starts with her wailing over the Exploding Plastic Inevitable before diving into 13 minutes of New-Age sillyness by Michel Huygen (just Google!), but then, oh then things get a little more serious - CBGB'S 1979: Miss Päffgen and her harmonium perform Secret Side and that's rather breathtaking. - This version is so strong, you should definitely hear it.
On the second side Purple Lips on French TV and a Morrison/Reed backed version of Chelsea Girls from a TV-documentary about the Chelsea Hotel.
Then there's her first Single from 1965 on Immediate - a piece of breezy folkpop, (better than Marianne Faithfull's stuff at the time - before the Austrian-Hungarian aristocrat got her own voice and was still trying to emulate Joan Baezes vibrato-siren (the horror, the horror!)) the B-Side of which a certain Jimmy Page co-wrote.


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Nico - Death & The Maiden