Showing posts with label philly. Show all posts
Showing posts with label philly. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Felipe Pupo Orishas review


Felipe Pupo
Orishas
U Don't Deserve This Beautiful Art / A-Ha! Records
April 27, 2018

Felipe Pupo is the moniker donned by Philadelphia, visual artist, E. Grizzly. Under his name, E Grizzly had a record in Oct 2016, titled, Felipe Pupo. That LP was credited as “produced, recorded and mixed by E. Grizzly and collaborator Scott Labenski and the ghost of Jason Pupo”. That LP drips with rap, trip-hop, the blues and rock orgies spewing magic and mysticism. E. Grizzly also has hip-hop and industrial albums going back to 2010. Now, Felipe Pupo returns with Scott Labenski in the same role.

Grizzly notes: “The last album was dedicated to Jason Pupo. He was a good friend of mine who passed away. It inspired me to write about ghosts and being haunted by memories. We wanted to keep the spirit theme going with this new EP. Orishas are spirits in the Yoruba and Santeria religions. It’s a part of my family’s history and it’s something I wanted to explore.”

Yoruba are a people from Nigeria now populating the UK, USA, Togo, Benin, Nigeria, and Ghana. Santeria is an Afro-Cuban religion mixing Catholic practices and customs of the Yoruba. Ultimately, what is perfectly clear is that Grizzly has combined his hip hop with live instruments (mostly) to exemplify Afro-Punk mixed with all the inherent influences, boom bap, jazz, funk, calypso and rock.

No denying the Philly saturation here. The streets are sweating ardent love for Chuck Treece and The Goats and all the splintered fractures which disseminate from those connections and auras. Sounds of this Philly ilk burst from Oshiras while taking the material far into their own direction. Felipe Pupo bring frustration and rage with guitars, some funky bass, and an arsenal of rhythms provided by live drums and a drum machine. Sometimes the song formula is apparent; quiet verse with bass and drums lead into a loud punky guitar chorus with spazzing energy; repeat three times. But, that is how System Of A Down and 9,000 Nu-Metal bands sold millions and touched angsty suburbanites. So, I see no issue here utilizing that formula when your words and conviction is realer than 8,999 of those bands of that era. Plus, it is Afro-“PUNK”. Punk has four decades of adhering to quick formulaic repetition. The lyrics and execution is what matters. Felipe Pupo deliver intellectual savagery.
The DIY is strong here. This is true homemade, frantic punk. “Identity Crisis” (which exhibits solid musicianship, especially the guitars). The lyrics expose Grizzly’s corrosive introspection; depleting his sanity as he searches for form and identity; historically, racially, and geographically. Just like the prior track, the killer, “No Days Off” captivates. Among the racial and social pressure, some still have to go to work and deal with a universal laborious struggle. “Capt. Pupo” has a simmering intro, with a swaying RATM feel with expected explosions; but the synth play in the second half of the track grips tension equally with dark drum machine rhythms. While “Honeymoon Phase” has a acoustic guitar strum under frenzied snare and a sung bridge until the Bad Brains type thrash commands the track. That soothing section is alluring and returns one minute into the track. Grizzly actually sings here adding to the seduction before again an unfettered release. The lead guitar in the break has a Spanish flavor, echoing the poly-rhythmic approach.

The lead single, "NOGAF", also has a video. E. Grizzly’s visual art here is stunning; replacing the facebook façade with any egotistical need of having a camera follow him bounce around a stage; which of course is a statement in itself. The sonic ebbs and flows of RATM are there; complimented by (again) fluid Spanish/Carribean guitar wails. Pictures of Carlton and other commodified (and appropriated) images fall like cylinders in a vault lock between Grizzly’s lyrics being typed on screen. “Oh the Hypocrisy” is the refrain.

Felipe Pupo explore the placement of culture in this current American society. Knowledge of one’s history paired with contemporary context splinters into schizophrenic urges. And as each generation combines swirling genetic imprints, each generation is its own nascent definition. The fury of this exploration is done under the fetters of an Anglo-defined system. E Grizzly and Labenski provide the soundtrack. And it fucking kills.
  
RIYL: White Mandingos, Full Scale Riot, Fireburn, Street Sweeper Social Club, McRad, Black Landlord, Downset, Reef The Lost Cauze, Schooly D, Dalek, Wesley Willis Fiasco, The Krays Sangre

Record release parties will be April 27 at Lava Space and April 28th at The Pharmacy in Philadelphia.



Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Night Birds and Western Addiction announce East Coast shows

Night Birds, one my favorite bands, have announced some east coast shows with Western Addiction in July. Night B
Birds have been quiet recently since Mutiny at Muscle Beach in 2015 via Fat Wreck Chords. Hopefully this will trigger new music. Their fiery blend of dark tones, horror surf, and classic chaotic hardcore mesmerize. They are joined by Western Addiciton. Their 2005 LP, Cognicide, was a sleeper. However their new LP,  Tremulous shows growth and sustained fury.





Read my review here at New Noise Mag.

Date City Venue
07/27/17 Jersey City, NJ Monty Hall
07/28/17 Philadelphia, PA Boot & Saddle
07/29/17 Cambridge, MA 55 Bishop Allen Drive



Tuesday, December 29, 2015

4 Doors to Death Comp review

Various Artists: CEMETERY FILTH (Tennessee/Georgia), ECTOVOID (Alabama), SABBATORY (Winnipeg, Canada) and TRENCHROT (Philadelphia)
4 Doors to Death
Unspeakable Axe Records
February 16, 2016
Reviewed by hutch






CEMETERY FILTH:
When this drops, Cemetery Filth will have been a band for two years. That is a short time for this l of destruction. And considering they split member from Atlanta and Tennessee, they have a synergy to be lauded. They have released one EP, Screams from the Catacombs, in their short journey. Now they birth three more tracks of savage, penury virility. They have moments of driving, fast tempos. But they also enjoy tempering their jagged-timed sound. Sections of mid-tempo or even off-time, dragging drums show a nod to Death and emphasize the depressing, morbid atmosphere. 
These elaborate, and frequent, time changes exercise all that I love about death metal. They evade the trap of monotony. The production is thick and ominous in tone. Stellar performances mean that this young band has talent dripping from the members’ digits. Clean solos over foreboding riffs that linger like the guillotine convey adherence to a genre and individuality all in one. The five guys here encapsulate a varied, evil sound that will crush fans. 

ECTOVOID:
Hailing from Birmingham, Alabama, Ecotvoid deliver death metal in the coarsened vein of Obituary and Autopsy. They give us two tracks at over five minutes each. “Ash Primordial” has a few churning moments, writhing in a mid tempo gallop. The main body though pushes forward, fast as a whiplash. “Thoughts of Ancient Dread” opens with a slow pace, fluttering guitar lines lingering over a slow fog of down-tuned chords. Heavy, thick and dominating, Ectovoid’s tracks definitely burst into fast moments. Their strength is in the reticent, gigantic presence. This trio has provided fans with two full lengths. These two tracks lash out through the speakers. They harness a big sound. Ectovoid have mastered conjuring a true feel and tone in their songs, beyond just playing kick ass music.

SABBATORY:
Their first track, “Ascension to My Holy Tomb”, whips out of the gate, riding a grinding gallop. The riff twists as the drums push forward. The descending tight riffs herald a good old school feel. Other diabolical metal seeps into the sound here. Sabbatory, from the bracing cold of Winnipeg, share members with besieged. They have one full length released since their grotesque inception in 2011. The shred with chaotic speed, pulsating riffs guiding the way. Their two tracks are five and three minutes. Not one second of either track lets up in attitude or speed. The raw production, lending a live feel, taps into the early predecessors. Sabbatory’s influences probably encompass aspects of Hellhammer/Celtic Frost, Morbid Angel, Carcass, Dismember, Repulsion mixed with peers like Midnight, Nunslaughter and Asphyx; but none of which are an exact match. Sabbatory piss away expectations. This is stripped down, death-soaked speed metal. Killer shit here.


TRENCHROT:
Coming out of Philly in 2012, Trenchrot lend their donations here with two original tracks and a Death cover. Their sound is not cut and dry. The vomitus vocals spew over tumultuous, heavy spasms laying the foundation. They finally form a groove in a slow chugging, about one fourth into the track. As with the other bands here, atmosphere is big. Trenchrot create the miasma of confusion in a cave. Listening feels like a soundtrack to abandoned trekkers, unwilling to continue. Then they push into a fast part, riding on double bass kicks. The swirling dual guitars cloud my headphones, sirens and screams complete the riotous feel of chaos.

“Powerful Kendarian Steel” is an anthem. This track is a beast. Again, this atmospheric goliath could provide the music for twisted regrets converging as you descend in madness. Guitars layered on top of rollicking, seizure drums and thick, crusty riffs merge to slowly roll out the last half of the track. The Death cover, Evil Dead, is what a cover should be. Great nod to the original with deciphering, personal twist executed well.