(si'ke-del'ik) volume one
[2004, psychform]

this a compilation, no need for an introduction, other than that one, so let's just get down to it.

contagious orgasm's don't you move it at the end anymore? kicks off with a minimal electronic track, like he's known to do on occasion. it features some cold ambient synth work, reverbed vocal samples (in a similar vein as :zoviet*france:'s fine they're eating the passengers) along with some sporadic guitar tweaking. speaking of stringed instrument fuckery, look no further than noggin's excellent untitled piece. this could be both a violin and a guitar being victimized by some unwieldy fingers. purposely awkward, of course. john wiese's reversed spells is all basement murk. evil as hell, and all the more better for it. rowenta/khan ...the name is vaguely familiar, though i have no idea why, follows. judging by their contribution, i'd certainly like to familiarize myself with them more. giftbiene is breaking into weirdo rock. alternating between a drum propelled jam session and passages with odd ambiance, vocal samples, random synth noises and guitar playing. very nice. it's a shame that it's only two and half minutes long, but going by their seemingly a.d.d. inflicted approach here, shorter probably works to their favor. christian mf'n renou (the mf'n is deserved) makes a great appearance with neustettin, a pleasing trip across an arctic tundra of desolate sounds. i strongly doubt that renou could do anything that i wouldn't like, the man's outstanding, to say the least. grillhaus (beats me) picks up the subtleness of neustettin with their (his?) diamond elevator (stage one). relaxing down tempo electronics at work here until about 2:16 when the diamond elevator reaches the thirteenth floor and shit gets weird. all of a sudden we're at some honky tonk bar where the crowd apparently has little regard for the band. it's incredibly cheesy, yet i'm...strangely drawn to it. fuck me. gx's the haters bring back a sense of normalcy with his terrific sustained drones on audiothecary 8. someone remind me to listen to more of the haters material, every time i do, i'm in love. no exceptions here. while the median of all of the other tracks were near the five minute mark, save for rowenta/khan's one, stan reed's broken penis orchestra and mixed band philanthropist (of which richard rupenus is a member) end the disc, epic style with the forty-five minute polyhymnia and the philanthropist witness the first act of spontaneous human convulsion. this is sound collaging/radio tuning in fine form. merrily skipping their way through a multitude of genres, the placement of classical music is in good taste, along with tongue-in-check references and double entendres. after nearly five minutes of the collaging it gets into a locked groove-esque loop of laughter. after a few minutes of that i begin to suspect that we've been had, and yep, there's a solid forty minutes of that. listening to this in its entirety would be a good idea if you're already kind of crazy, but need that extra little push off the deep end to make it official.
oh, after doing some research, grillhaus is frank rowenta of rowenta/khan, and the khan in in that duo is achim flaam (here as dr. p. li khan). i'm guessing you could play six degrees of nurse with wound and probably get there with less than three links. so, three degrees if you want to be technical about it.

Rowenta/Khan - Giftbiene