Think of it as a mantra...albeit a menacing-sounding mantra. Churning, swelling, conjuring... It'll sound like a music devoid of charm, lacking shape as much as subtlety...
Someone told me to anticipate "...noise..." for this show...but nothing like the typical "noise" I might imagine based upon previous experimental progenitors... There is, of course, the storied noise-funk group ONO as the headliners, but the opening groups are quite astonishing in their own right.
Nov 5th at the UFO Factory
ONO (from Chicago)
Nyodende D (from Cleveland)
White Christian Male (from Detroit)
and Something Cold DJ's (also Detroit)
2110 TRUMBALL AVEDETROIT, MI 482169:00 p.m. / 6$ / 18+
This music can detach you...shunt you into the void...surround you and yet still sneak up behind you. The disorientation is rejuvenating in a way, albeit somewhat disturbing in one sense of the word...
This line up, in fact, is an excellent showcase of contemporary experimental doominations and marvelous manifestations of the raw dread plaqueing up our collective unconscious... An exorcism, a throttling dance ritual, a re-possession, an elemental fervor wherein you're liable to be struck by an errant lightning bolt or be sucked into the next quarry, crevasse or black hole...
White Christian Male starts from darkwave techno and then busts open the old manor's rickety windows to let in all the digi-ghosts of noise-trance past for a hypnotic seance...
Nyodene D's music might actually be a living organism; I'm still studying its habits and cataloging the various groans and malevolent purrs it emotes...But it might actually be its own dimension... A place, in songform, where I lose my footing, where I may be submerged or I may be airborne, where I may be stalked by sharks or dragons or my own doppleganger... It is invigorating. It is terrifying.
ONO, meanwhile, have been around since 1980, pioneering/re-defining this thing called "noise..." The avant-garde collective are releasing one of their most profound and provocative albums to date... Spooks via Moniker Records... on Oct 30. ONO is at their most primal and yet their most nuanced... Blending faint apparitions of jazz and funk into a primordial deluge of discordant sonic emanations under a poetic cadence of sing-speak-scream vocals embodying narrators fearlessly exhuming our deepest, darkest thoughts and fusing them to the tempestuous here-and-there-and-gone-again-only-to-return rhythmic arrangements... It is dizzying, it is ponderous, it is profound, it is.... noise. But yet, so much more....
All this...plus the transportive renderings of Detroit's own Something Cold spinning throughout the evening... November 5 @ UFO