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Guest Playlist #06: Matt Bower of Wizards Tell Lies

By Steve Dewhurst

“When I started buying films on VHS, I would record the sound onto tape so I could take the film with me on journeys.”

Pete Swanson
Enough Dark Intensity: An Interview with Jimmy Lacy of SiP

By Jason Cabaniss

"I like the idea of “cocktail music.” Something intentionally light and pleasant. I’m always trying to write music that communicates some type of positive mood and when I’m playing, trying to focus my energy there"

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Clean is Dirty: An Interview with Flowertown

By Lindsay Oxford

The birth of San Francisco’s Flowertown makes for a good story: longtime Bay Area scene compatriots Karina Gill (Cindy) and Mike Ramos (Tony Jay) compose a song together for an upcoming show in later winter 2020, and the day before they’re slated to play it, the world stopped.

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Needles and Pins: Derek Piotr's Journey to the Heart of Britain's Folklands

By Steve Dewhurst

“Yorkshire is not so dissimilar to my home in the Northeast of America,” Derek Piotr tells me from York, the latest stop on his great British journey. “Connecticut is part of New England, so that makes sense.”

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God Pussy, “Bra$​il”

Brazilian dictator Jair Bolsonaro’s would-be assassin may have failed to stave off fascism, but cultural idealism is no match for the sheer destructive force of God Pussy.

How can art devoid of form, blistering in its pure sensory overload, form a response to modern-day fascist politics devoid of human compassion and democratic legitimacy? We’ll leave that question for another time, but Brazil’s harsh noise outfit God Pussy has been posing that question in violent testimonials for quite a while now. The project’s sole visionary Jhones Silva presents God Pussy as “a criticism of humanity’s deficiencies and hypocritical ambitious” carried out through “anti-art and anti-music”—somehow, it’s nihilism with a heart. Bra$il is a quick punch to the gut, a splash of boiling water during a heatwave striking up a fist of resistance against the Bolsonaro regime.

Bra$il is a stark departure from God Pussy’s recent output, opting for short, dry bursts of static instead of the winding mazes of dial-up modem sounds that characterised previous political-but-anti-political work. It’s an abrupt anarchy more in the tradition of 1980s hardcore bands like Brigada Do Odio or 1990s noise bands like Noise. (You can never accuse Brazilian bands of being too subtle.) Gone are the 8-minute improv jams—not a single track on this EP breaks the 90-second mark, and despite the sputtering chaos, the onslaught of static is pretty, well, static.

For example, the harsh nails-on-chalkboard feedback in “Clamor a Ditadura” ripples and fluctuates but remains steadily waterboarding your soul; “Presidente Alimentador de Ódio e Estupido por Natureza” oscillates between a high-pitched squeal and a low rumble, never loosening its immediate punch. It only takes 65 seconds of grating chainsaw distortion to tell us a tale of “Racismo, Homofobia, Neonazismo Tomando Conta da Nação” (“…taking over the nation”)

God Pussy proclaims on a banner at live shows that “all politics is immoral and no government represents us,” though reasonable minds can disagree if a wholesale rejection of form, structure, and authorities both cultural and militaristic isn’t in itself political. The point is to bludgeon the listener with the abject horror of the worst possible sounds, just as the corrupt lizard-king Bolsonaro is accelerating some of the worst environmental and human rights disasters on the planet. Things are going to get a lot worse before they can get better, and we might as well have a soundtrack that reflects this reality. You can’t go wrong with God Pussy.