12 Artists to Catch at Ende Tymes Festival of Noise and Experimental Liberation
The third-annual Ende Tymes Festival of Noise and Experimental Liberation is nigh, a three-day bacchanal of theory, art, cinema, beards, and tunings of an exploded, inside-out, or perforated nature. It's Bob Bellerue's five-star, no-name tinnitus buffet, and to help whet your appetite we've sampled the menu liberally and emerged with 12 must-see scheduled highlights. Know this: Ende Tymes is, basically, the Lollapalooza of noise -- an orgy of lifers, rising stars, no-profiles, and all-around retrobates banging on shit and dissembling expensive stereo equipment with pliers and generally rendering sterile all the wildlife in the surrounding environs. Check out the schedule, and grab yourself a plate.
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Ende Tymes takes place Fri., May 24 - Sun., May 26 at Silent Barn.
Friday May 24
Long Distance Poison, 9 p.m.
With New York's Long Distance Poison, space is unambiguously the place, an endless slow-motion on-rush of IV-drip drones and sprinkler-system synthesizers and rapturous out-of-body experiences. If you ask us, this act would be better suited to the tail end of the last night of the festival than at the first night's close, but we're just stoked to have them onboard.
Breached Hull, 9:30 p.m.
Ohio's Breached Hull -- members of Water Torture and Pussdrainer, if those handles ring a Hell's bell -- straight up scare us. Nobody should be allowed to have a discography this shallow while bringing to bear decimating, wasteland wrath like these dudes do. The emphasis seems to be on decaying loops of melody and flanged industrial detritus, jacked samples, and some guy screaming into a microphone. Think of Sword Heaven, Skinny Puppy, the pummeling early moments on Nine Inch Nails' The Downward Spiral -- then imagine all of that stuff hastily shoved under a hood and kicked down a stairwell strewn with syringes and broken glass. Remember Pinhead, from the Hellraiser movies? This is his favorite dance-pop band.
TAHNZZ (NM), 10:50 p.m.
Something sinister's afoot in Albuquerque; Tahnee Udero's Soundcloud page will provide all the evidence anyone could need to prove that. What we have here is a very earthy, downright terrestial strain of sound that brings to mind spades shoved into rocky soil, metal detectors swung methodically over marshlands at dusk, cyborg buzzards signaling one another obliquely, backmasked. Sometimes her noise just sputters, spurned and shamed and spinning slowly, like a under-confident, tarmac-humping headwind. There's an odd, thrilling comfort in Udero's micro fume and fizzle -- some allure in being scared shitless.
Kakerlak (MD), 11:50 p.m.
The best thing about seeing Baltimore's Kakerlak live might be watching people in the audience trying to suss out how the fuck to react to the simulated sound of a drill bit chewing through ten-foot thick reinforced steel doors for the entirety of the set. Some people headbang absently. Some nod in accordance with a beat that only they can hear. Some just stare at the hopelessly normal-normal looking dude fucking around with gear on a table, gear that can make you believe that you're listening to a water roaring down into the drain of a Pluto-sized bathtub on the verge of taking you down along with it.