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Anne-James Chaton - Événements 09 3.7


                Raster Noton is known for difficult releases. Usually you have to do a certain amount of ‘elbow work’ to undercover the joys of the work. I respect this approach. Often musicians go towards the easiest way of expressing ideas. That payoff that I get from their releases can be amazing, like discovering a new landscape or geography. For all the alleged experimentation going on within this album, I felt bored and disappointed with the pieces.

                Anne-James Chaton isn’t a stranger to the Raster Noton label. Carsten Nicolai (aka Alva Noto) worked with him on his Unitxt album. Those expecting a repeat of pitch perfect performance are bound to be somewhat disappointed with the results on this album. None of that dreamy quality, an exploration of language and rhythm is found on here. 

                Instead you’re treated to some extremely lazy looping. Nothing is done with these loops. They are merged together to create songs. Layered on top of each other, they are meant to show off the competing rhythms of language. Does all language eventually blend into itself? Most of Événements focuses on that very question. In fact, Anne-James even offers up the backing beats at the end, going in order of how they appeared on the album. You’re offered the chance to sculpt his language and create your own work.

                Sadly, the work he’s created is disappointing. Clips of himself speaking never rise above just plan that: clips of himself speaking. It fails to engage on any level, especially when compared to similar projects, such as “COH Plays Cosey” or the more classic language experiments, such as Kurt Schwitter’s “Ursonate”. It doesn’t live up to either scenario. Even the language he uses bothers me, especially the cliché “Pop is Dead”. 

                Raster Noton rarely makes a misstep. When it does it is usually a doozie. Anne-James Chaton’s album is a doozie.

Insane Clown Posse – The Mighty Death Pop! 10.0

                 After the success of their last album, the intrepid group thought of where to go next. Clearly the reaction to their music video “Miracles” made them rethink their music. Should they go ‘meta’ in their music, becoming a parody of a parody of themselves?  Violent J said no, they should take their music to a more serious place. 

                The follow-up focuses on the death of pop music as a medium used to convey ideas. Shaggy 2 Dope planned this out to further explore the less anti-social tendencies of their last album which explored ways of confronting evil, such as the track ‘To Catch a Predator’. Employing Godspeed You! Black Emperor after listening to a lot of Glenn Branca and Rhys Chatham, they set out to create an epic sound. 

                Knowing they needed some beats, they got Diplo to lay down the most ill, fresh-ass beats this side of the Dark Carnival. Originally they wanted to name their album “The American Metaphysical Circus” to continue with the Dark Carnival theme but multiple record store owners formed a class action lawsuit against them preventing the usage of the title. Claiming “haters gonna hate” they sat down and worked on what they hoped would be the best 2 disc set they’ve ever created.

                In fact, this album devastates from the first track, the twenty-two minute “We know how Magnets Work”. A soft-spoken man begins talking about his life growing up, trying to write the perfect sentence. Slowly the man’s voice shows enthusiasm, hope and Shaggy 2 Dope quietly raps over, asking us if any scientist could explain the hope a man feels once they accomplished something truly great. As the violins reach a fevered crescendo, Diplo’s beats come in and Violent J joins him. This is in direct response to the endless parodying they received at the hands of the ‘lamestream media’ they mention at the end of the track, quoting Sarah Palin’s thoughts on the topic of celebrity.

                ‘Nailin Palin’ follows immediately after. Beginning with a reading of her most memorable quotes by various members of Negativland about her career devolving into a pure political meme, ICP begin the most inspired rap they have ever done. Words flow so smoothly, like milk and honey from the mouths of babes. They discuss how the media nearly did that to them, but this was before they discovered quality writers like William S. Burroughs, and proceed to cut up their raps making new meanings out of words and phrases. This goes on for 30 minutes to a mix between dubstep and modern classical music which gives a wink to Velvet Underground's "Sister Ray". 

                Disc 2 has some of the best stuff I’ve ever heard in my entire life. Let’s just say Slint appears on some of the tracks and makes those tracks mad dope yo. Additionally, they have clearly been listening to a lot of Frank Zappa, Captain Beefheart, and Kurt Schwitters’ tonal poetry. Hearing these songs is positively sublime, and may lead to countless imitators. Rumor has it that they had to be institutionalized during the course of the recordings due to the sheer genius which permeated their minds. No doubt James Joyce’s work played a pivotal role as well, as constant references are made to the book, especially in the song “Mookie”.

                Ending it in heart-breaking fashion is the 35 minute-long “Jandek, Mad Respect”. They are joined by none other than that Texan iconoclast. Using his bleating, world-weary voice to great effect, he merges with Godspeed You Black Emperor and Diplo’s beats to create a track which defies all words. Calling it “Orgasmic” could not begin to do justice to the testament of American exceptional-ism it so clearly celebrates.

                Honestly, I thought these guys weren’t very good before this album. I didn’t feel the love of the Juggalo or Juggalette community. After hearing this, I get the sense of artists no longer constrained by commercial considerations, though I hope this album makes some serious chedda. By this point, they have a dedicated enough fan-base who is smart enough to understand where this is coming from, it is coming from their tortured souls. If you ever wanted an introduction to the furthest extremes of the avant-garde while still remaining accessible to the masses, this is the best album for the job. Your mouth will drop at the sheer beauty contained within two mere CD discs. Violet J and Shaggy 2 Dope are clearly the voice of our generation. I know they call these “Jokers Cards” but there’s no joke about the sheer quality product they put out.

Neo-Dadaist Trends in the 21st Century – A Response

        On Thursday, March 10th 2011, Kat Dixon wrote a piece discussing a group of writers and poets. Usually this would not merit much attention, but these writers and poets happen to be people I’ve actually covered in this blog, people such as Tao Lin, Steve Roggenbuck, and Poncho Peligroso. Having some familiarity with Dadaism, as it is a favorite art form of mine, I figured “Why not give Kat Dixon some attention. And, at the same time, focus more attention on the writers she disagrees with”. Why do this? Simple: I just want to see exactly how they measure up to the original Dadaists. Personally, I’m not convinced the two sets of writers have many things in common.

                Dadaists were anti in nature. Anti-establishment, anti-art, they were a true collection of brothers working internationally to change our perception of art forever. Or so they tried. The fact that people still argue whether or not their creations are art, nearly a century later, is a testament to their truly great work. 

                These poets don’t possess the biting, often visceral, anger of the Dadaists. Dadaists were upset at the vast awfulness of their world, for good reason (World War I). Similarities may exist between the two groups but they possess dramatically different goals.  Yes, re-uses of online posts are abundant in their work, it isn’t negative. Most of their poems may be sad or focused on the self, but they aren’t anti. Rather than have these works as a specific arguments or a rebellion, their work is more a celebration. Dada wanted to destroy institutions. What this group wants to do is change the way people approach and interact with poetry. Being against poetry institutions and creating your own isn’t the same as being against everything. 

Honestly, I enjoy both Dadaism and the work of these young poets but their work doesn’t really correspond well to each other. I’m not sure why this was offered as a point of comparison. In her opening, she even shows how controversial the Dada movement was by quoting her art teacher’s question “Is it art?” Using Kurt Schwitters’ poetry, she then shows how Dadaism exhausted itself but influenced Surrealism. Personally, I see Surrealism as an evolution from the younger, brasher impulses of the youthfulness of Dada into something more positive and romantic. Surrealism to Kat Dixon appears to be a more proper art form than Dadaism, which she seems to believe is a ‘plague’. 

Kat’s definition of the Neo-Dadaists is a bit off as well. Tao Lin appears to be to the Neo-Dadaists what Tristan Tzara (Romanian émigré) was to the Dadaists. She calls their work primitive, irrational, and over-dependent on shallow introspection. Yeah, what the hell? Poetry should be purely rational. I don’t understand that part of her argument to be honest, and she never exactly explains what she means by irrational. Focusing on the self is the exact opposite of what the Dadaists did, the Dadaist reacted against things. They didn’t explain their emotions, even if they had them. Neo-Dadaism already applies to multiple art movements from the 1960s, such as the Fluxus art movement, so I’m not sure how this group fits into that definition anyway. 

Anonymity appears to be another sticking point she has with these young group of poets. Regarding this, I might not be the best person to discuss openness regarding the internet, as I write as a sloth, but I disagree on this point as well. Nearly all of the writers infuse a lot of their writing with their personalities, perhaps more so than the average poets. They write under their own names, as opposed to some false identity. Whenever you go to Steve Roggenbuck’s or Poncho Peligroso’s websites, you see countless images of their pictures in various degrees of shock/apathy. 

 “Neutral facial expression” gets a mention in here, so I’m happy that she’s clearly done her research, either that or she’s absolutely sick with getting confronted by it. Her reference to the poets being emo kids who didn’t grow up at all feels a bit harsh. Considering how later in comments she accuses some of the poets of being personally affronted, it feels a bit hypocritical considering her more personal than objective criticism. This might be the worst part of her article to me and felt oddly petty to simply state “Oh they never grew up, poor emo kids. Guess they’re going to cry about it”.

Besides, emotional detachment isn’t exactly a hallmark of emo kids, usually the opposite. Besides, I thought the emo thing had sort of ended, and the emo kids grew up into hipsters. Or maybe I’m wrong. Please let me know.

Finally, she discusses Poncho’s manifesto, which I’ll republish below:


Language is language.
Words are words.
Poems are poems.
Words are language.
Poems are words.
Poetry is language.
Run wild.


Regarding this, the 2011 Poet Laureate does explain on his tumblr how he meant “All language has the potential to be poetry if we want it to”. Is this necessarily a bad thing? Discovery of new forms of expression is a good thing, as is an embrace of the ‘primitive’ vernacular language we use on the internet. Remember how John Cage stated “Everything we do is music”. Basically, it is the same idea with poetry. Whether or not you find their work to be poetry or not, they simply explore language in a more direct and forceful way than most people do. Her discussion of their work criticizes it for the simple language. Flowery or sophisticated language isn’t the hallmark of a great writer. A lot of great writers used simple language to great effect. Would Hemingway have been the same writer with an ornate approach? I doubt it. 

Finally, the ending reveals her true feelings towards the movement. Kat hopes the movement will ‘yawn itself out’, a clever way of saying it will exhaust itself. Though she might not enjoy the poetry it creates, it might be the beginning of something better. All of their poetry is still new, they’ve just found themselves, to hope for a movement to just get a hint and die off is harsh. Even her not particularly beloved Dada evolved into Surrealism, an art form she clearly has warmer feelings for. Perhaps if she doesn’t like what they are doing now, who knows how their work will change. Later on it might morph into something she appreciates or enjoys. 

Overall though, I’m glad she wrote this piece. I hope she continues exploring and analyzing poetry (visit her blogspot here)since she clearly enjoys it. Perhaps her next article might elaborate further on poetry she enjoys. While I might not agree with her article, she clearly did research on the poets involved. Though she didn’t like it, she did continue to give it additional coverage. By giving the internet poets attention, she inadvertently promotes them and their goals. To see an extremely spirited debate, I’d suggest reading the comments at the bottom to see various people’s reactions. 

Art’s purpose is to provoke. If these poets’ work provoked Kat Dixon, whether good or bad, that means they clearly serve a purpose. 

PS: I’d like to not call this group of people Neo Dadaists. Whenever a group first gets labeled, it is hard to shake a label off. Kat might not have realized this, but she may have given them a name which could stick. Since I’m not fond of this label I asked Poncho via Twitter what label he’d prefer for his literary movement. 

As per Poncho:




                CALL US BOYKITTENS

Cromagnon – Orgasm 8.9

Whenever anyone writes about this, they usually use an end-of-the-world kind of description. Or they struggle, saying how this sort of marked the high point of ultra-weirdness. Either one of those descriptions should help prepare you. Or, to use Hunter S. Thompson’s phrase, this was the high-water mark in the field of hippie freak outs.

You begin by hearing a struggling radio transmission introducing the beginning of the song, followed by a few seconds of static and night noise. A bagpipe starts off in the distance, before pounding tribal drums and fuzzed out guitars introduce themselves. The singer sounds like a black metal singer, which is odd because black metal hadn’t been invented yet.

That’s the most normal song, it that there’s an actual riff and percussion. “Toth, Scribe I” is the same song slowed down into an Earth-like drone. Much of this sounds like some sort of hideous Kurt-Schwitters inspired nightmare, with random screams, shrieks, and grunts from the “Lost Connecticut Tribe”. Don’t let the name fool you, they weren’t some group of commuters with a keen sense of humor. They were heavily fucked-up individuals who made this very free music.

Perhaps “music” isn’t the right word for this. Free Jazz has more coherence than this. Things start and stop on a dime, with little coming together to make any sense. Bands who engaged in this sort of behavior later (like Faust, etc) never went to the lengths of indulgence that these guys pursued.

Humanity is better off with this freely available. It is utterly bizarre and even four decades later, unbelievably “out there”. “Far out” can’t even describe it, since far would indicate that it is anywhere within our current musical universe.

Kurt Schwitters – Ursonate 8.0



Dadaists were deeply into the weird back in the day. Kurt Schwitters created this bizarre art world for himself, possibly as a way of dealing with the increasing awful conditions he had to do with as Germany fell into the incredibly destructive World War II. Making a “cathedral of erotic misery” called the Merzbau seemed a much better place than “actual real-life misery”.

Unfortunately, it is very hard to find a lot of Dadaist recordings. But UbuWeb.com sound does have this free for download on their site, so that’s reassuring. Plus, it is actually a very interesting recording, just not one you might groove to every day.

Essentially, you’re listening to a tone poem by Kurt. It gets very hard to describe someone making noises with their voice and throat. For a comparison, Jaap Blonk has performed this piece as well, in case that means anything to you.

In case it doesn’t, you’re in for some really weird stuff. Kurt proves that Germans indeed do have a sense of humor, just a terribly bizarre one that makes hardly any sense at all.