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Liz Durrett, "The Mezzanine"

With lyrics hinting of violence, repression, and longing, Liz Durrett maintains an air of soured innocence, as if grappling with the transgressions she's witnessed and whether or not forgiveness is possible. She mines decidedly different territory with her evocation of a haunted South. Personal tragedies, hiding places, and the unraveling of mysteries infect her second album with a melancholy as insidious as the kudzu she invokes on her track "Creepyaskudzu." Although she plays guitar on all but one of the tracks, her use of the instrument serves more as a backdrop since the emotional weight of the material rests almost solely on her voice.


Warm Electronic Recordings

The subtle yet superb production of Durrett's uncle, Vic Chestnutt, brings the album to life. Vic, who along with his wife Tina accompanies Durrett on a variety of instruments, fills the space with minimal arrangements that support the songs themselves without causing undo distraction, such as the faint panning distortion underneath "Cup on the Counter," or the xylophone offsetting feedback on "No Apology." Since Durrett rarely sings above a whisper, Chestnutt wisely layers and double-tracks her voice for maximum impact.

The first half of the album proceeds at a similar pace until she breaks up the flow with her piano instrumental, "Silent Partner," which also would have been a good opening track since its melody encapsulates many of the dark themes found elsewhere on the album. Her vocal style doesn't alter too much until "Marlene," where she extends notes in a display of acute vulnerability. However, it's not until the final song, "In the Throes," that she finally fills the space with the amplitude of her voice rather than the texture.

The frustrating thing is that she proves that she has a voice capable of variation, but she doesn't explore the possibilities nearly enough. It's also a shame she doesn't take more musical chances like she does when she plays feedback on "No Apology." Yet The Mezzanine is an accomplishment in itself by the way it invokes the geography, both physical and mental, of a landscape that "hides what it chokes/is it not beautiful."

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COCK ESP, "THE PRIDE OF NORTH AMERICAN NOISE"
Cock ESP are very silly. The core duo of Emil Hagstrom and Matt Bacon have earned themselves some small reknown by donning fancy dress and delivering very short random noise sets which usually end in some kind of violent chaos. After thrilling to the sound of Cuban screamer Elyse Perez shrieking whilst cracking the bald skulls of drunken beach bums with a gnarled stick of driftwood, they asked her to join them. The theme of this album appears to be the comedy of pain, as most tracks sport corrupted cheesy song titles with one word obliterated by the word 'pain'. During the twenty minutes of quick choking noise bursts there is also a little violin, although you'd hardly know it, and Flying Luttenbacher Weasal Walter blows some honking clarinet blasts over six lucky maelstroms. If anyone out there is still mad enough to be a V/Vm completist then you're going to need this, as the Edgely masher does a mix up on the longest track, and brings his own saxalicious stamp of hacked pompous poptone plunder to the din of the screaming Cock. Rushing through 18 splurges of ridiculous riot noise, Cock ESP kick up a racket that never sticks around long enough to irritate and after the first few tracks shows the kind of irreverent illogic that only a man in a donkey suit could really deliver. Without the live show shenanigens, the Cock ESP experience is of course incomplete, but there is a lovely collection of on stage snapshots on the insert to help your earmagination along. If that's just not enough they'll be touring the US and Europe early next year. There are still more pictures and on the Cock ESP website where you can also find three full short bursts of noise from this release and a selection from their many other spewings. There they also display their various accolades with pride having been described as idiot noise, performance-noise wackos and a bunch of sad twats.

 

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