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The Heads are Heavy.

After first putting on Dead in the Water & doing some preliminary research, I was embarrassed for not having heard the Heads sooner. That is, until I came to realize that they neither have a web-page (that I can find), that they have one of the least Google-friendly band names ever & that their albums are released in such small quantities (the latest album was initially only given a 100 copy release that sold out overnight) that it really is no wonder that this is my first exposure to them.

But still… now I have to live in regret about all the time I’ve spent not listening to the glorious train wreck noises of the Heads.

Not that the band is easily accessible or anything. From the second you put the needle on the record, the band make it brutally apparent what you are getting into: the most dirty, fuzzed-out, psychedelic space sludge rock you’ve never heard. Repetitive riffs build into epic solos. Drums crash like it is their business to destroy any hint of silence during the double LP’s hour long duration. The band definitely deserves a spot reserved next to Acid Mothers Temple or Comets on Fire at their most crazed in terms of sheer abrasive badassness.

As it turns out, Dead in the Water is a rerelease of previous material, distributed by Invada Records, compiled of mostly improvised album outtakes, jams & rehearsal recordings by Heads’ singer/guitarist Simon Price. I’m guessing, considering that they have been together for over 10 years now (having released at least eight full-length releases), that Simon had more than enough material to work with. And it shows: the album doesn’t have the patchwork quality one usually finds with such compilations. Songs fade & grow into each other, leaving the listener breathless & exasperated.

Many tracks start out with sped-up vocal samples, which I don’t really find add much to the tracks except for contrast. Yes, portions of the album sound tinny or fuzzed out. And yes, some tracks sound more like sonic experiments, in the vein of Faust, than actual songs. But just listen closely (headphones are ideal) to how the two sample tracks back-to-back & try to say that this isn’t the heaviest shit you’ve heard in ages.

Definitely recommended.

the heads probably don’t care if you like this or not:
The Heads - Prologue/’69 Shakes of the Tail. (bad rip)
The Heads - Mystic Healer (Suck My Tailpipe). (bad rip)

Dead in the Water is now available from Invada Records or StonerRock.com.

UPDATE:
Huge thanks to public image who sent me an e-mail regarding this article. As it turns out, the rip I found of the record is, unintentionally, in double-time (played back in 45 - not 33). So, for the time being (until I can do or get my hands on a proper release), I’ve posted a couple of public image’s recommendations from the band’s 1998 release, The Time is Now!. These tracks are just as awesome for sure:

The Heads - Delwyn’s Conkers.
The Heads - Spliff Riff (Roached Out…).

public image also gave me the link to the band’s web-site! So, for more information about the band, check out their digital home over at http://www.theheadsrock.com/.

XXL & Spics: One Size Fits All

[xxl]

It would seem that most scenes collaborate enough, I mean the dance scene collaborates ever-so often, mostly in the form of one guy remixing another guy’s single, and that’s cool. The underground rap/hip-hop scene collaborates so much that it literally is manifest with multiple personality disorder (ala MF DOOM). That’s respectable for sure, but what of the rock scene?

There isn’t much that goes on, collaboration-wise, but I suppose that’s a number game. When you have a whole group, it becomes harder to bring someone new to the fold in a joint effort. It happens, though, to be sure.

Xiu Xiu, truth be told, is less a band and more a prolific one-man orbit, with Jamie Stewart at the helm, and a bunch of others who tend to accompany him in a sort of chaotic, free-form indie experiment. The usual breed of their music is to the tune of bizarre, pseudo-dance floor drums & electronics over which Jamie sometimes screams of silly things (ala “Jennifer Lopez“), and other times very serious things (”King Earth, King Earth“).

When Xiu Xiu joined forces on a side-project with Larsen back in 2005, calling themselves XXL, it was hard to say what would happen. Ciautistico! was by no means a critically acclaimed record, though it did ring a few bells. It was apparently enough of a success that the two decided to work together for another release that landed back in May called ¿Spicchiology?.

[xxl]

It is, in all regards a very serious affair. You will not find emphasis anywhere on this record with a pulse faster than 120 which has not already been tainted by the dim mood.

As if all the fun were to somehow bleed off this flat Earth, the album churns a doomsday-like lament right from the start, and “So Easy, So Cheap” invites you to join in with as warm a greeting as can be mustered up.

Apparently that invitation is one of hangovers and headaches, and “Daydrinking” broods a dark organ melody, around which it is built up a glitch canter, and a swelling synth atmosphere.

Fortunately a break comes when Jamie’s voice is first heard on my favourite track, in a very dreamy communique with a ladyfriend. “Little Mouse of the Favelas” is the most serene, and likewise the most conventional Xiu Xiu track to be found. I don’t think anyone can complain about the collaboration after that point.

Still, that is only there to prepare you for the next track. In “King of Koalas” the sweet, soft voice is lost, and replaced with a man who is for some reason short of breath, speaking in a whisper, as if fading from the world of the living. It stings of Scott Walker in his darker hours, only much more drum-infused and builds to a nice plateau before finally fading away into a drone of fuzz.

After a dillapitaded track of experimental keys, a song of piano blues only Stewart could deliver, the album moves into its most experimental-noise, and then finally fades away with “The Tale of Brother Cakes and Sugar Dust,” which is a strange brew of French-cafe instrumentals, and Eastern bells and gongs, with just a touch of duet.

In all, it’s a great record. It is the perfect music to go between two fierce thunderstorms as it will for me. Though I’d say it’s not for the summertime faint of heart, and don’t expect very much shoe-shoe in this Xiu Xiu (Larsen), because you won’t get it.

mp3:
Xiu Xiu Larsen - King Of Koalas
Xiu Xiu Larsen - Little Mouse Of The Favelas

album art:
[Spicchiology album cover]

The album is out on Important Records, and you will find it over at Amazon for $17 US.