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Sunday, March 4
Admission: $5, $10 minimum
Showtime: 8pm
reservations
are recommended
An evening of outsider music and experimental films.
Film and video by Mike Tamburo and Jordan
Colon
Musical Performances by Mike Tamburo, Yoshiko Ohare, Apothecary
Hymns
and Hellshills.
Mike
Tamburo
Pittsburgh-based Mike Tamburo has been an increasingly prolific
presence on the underground scene since the late 1990s, initially
with
the groups Meisha and Arco Flute Foundation, more recently as
a solo
artist. While his previous bands mostly operated in a
space-rock/ambient post-rock territory, Mike's solo work usually
begins with the acoustic guitar; inspired by American folk traditions
(via John Fahey and the like), he expands outward to include
influences from avant-garde to noise to modern compositional music.
His most recent CD Ghosts of Marumbey (Music Fellowship, 2006)
included everything from solo acoustic guitar to sculpted walls
of
rock noise, all assembled using advanced compositional technique
and
large-scale vision, and was deservedly named to a number of "best
of
2006" critics' lists. A Tamburo performance often includes
both subtle
fingerpicked guitar and swirling walls of sound generated by a
raft of
effects, and is always a very transportive experience. Tamburo
also
runs the New American Folk Hero label, which continues to release
an
eclectic roster of creative and experimental musics and is also
finds
time to be a painter and an experimental film maker.
Hellshills
[An excerpt from a Hells Hills interview conducted in late 2006
by
Javier Kensky for Ethereal Streetdust Magazine.]
I caught up with the ragtag ambient/noise/improv/drone collective
known as Hells Hills at a local NYC coffee shop. The quintet has
been performing their strange music around the city for the better
part of two years and are steadily gathering steam. I found them
evocative, enigmatic and sheepishly grim---------
[JK]: Why Hells Hills? Why now?
[Casey Block]: The idea of a large group doing free soundscape
type stuff was always in mind for everyone involved, plus it keeps
us off the streets and out of trouble.
[JK]: Since you mention that, what about certain
members of the group being associated with gangs in the past?
[William Haugh]: That was a long time ago, man. C'mon.
[JK]: A sore subject?
[William Haugh]: What's done is done, let it go.
[JK]: Fair enough. Brent, you've been called the "jazzbo"
of the group, how do you address that?
[Brent Cordero]: (Cordero shifts uncomfortably in chair)
We all bring something to the table and have our own influences.
It's why the group has such an original sound and-
[Nick Forté]: (interrupting and annoyed) Look,
we have tried every genre of music with this band; folk, techno,
goddamn chamber music...
[Greg Peterson]: (sipping chai) Gospel…briefly.
[Nick Forte]: Right, I forgot that one. We can do anything
with this band. If the money is good, we're there. Period. We're
just trying to make a living as musicians.
[JK]: So, is instrumental improvised noise music all
that lucrative?
[Casey Block]: Time will tell.
[JK]: About your rumored interest in the dark arts, the
occult, is it true you worship Satan?
[William Haugh]: It's actually the other way around.
[Greg Peterson]: We hear Lucifer is a huge fan of our
group, which could help us down the road.
[Nick Forté]: He's often in New York City, so
hopefully he'll turn up at one of the gigs...we'll see.
Apothecary
Hymns
The shambolic, shamanistic realm of Apothecary Hymns exists within
&
without what has come before and what will surely follow after...
Alexander Stimmel has played in other bands but he prefers to
go it
alone, splitting his time between bringing music into the lives
of
Brooklyn children with with emotional disturbance & recording
the
mantric songs whence comes the name.
Yoshiko
Ohare
Lead singer of New York City Doom Band Bloody Panda. Her music
has an
intensity unlike any other other. Dark, Deep and Brooding. She
will
be back by other members of Bloody Panda.
"They took brushes to tar the hanging body. . . . Then whips,
which
they raised together. It was impossible not to admire the vigorous
precision with which the metal strips, instead of slipping upon
the
skin's surface, struck, thanks to the tar, into the flesh's core,
slashing furrows as deep as the bones' more resistant obstacle
could
reasonably allow. I have refrained from the temptation of taking
a
voluptuous view of this bizarre spectacle-though less profoundly
comical than anyone had a right to expect. Yet, despite good
resolutions made beforehand, how could their female force, or
the
muscles of their forearms, be ignored? Imperative to mention that
skill in their manner of selecting the most sensitive parts, face
and
groin, if I lay claim to tell the absolute truth."
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