[Ed. Note: In Please Enjoy Responsibly, columnist Raymond Cummings tracks down the best noise music of the month, while keeping an eye out for the best of recent months and saluting noise triumphs of yesteryear.]
Be careful what you ask for; you just might get it. In this case, it's heat, humidity, flop sweat, daisy chains of gnats, and everything else that comes along with warm weather in the northeastern United States. Seems like just yesterday that I was complaining, in this space about the endless winter and the drenching spring, all of which seems rather foolhardy now, in retrospect. Everything already feels gritty, sticky, and vaguely feverish in a nightmarish way, and we haven't even made it past Independence Day yet; the inferno of August awaits us, radiating menace.
Gonna be a long, hot American summer.
Maybe all of this helps explain the sounds I gravitated to this month: grim, grinding black holes of skuzz rock, mind-liquifying drone, shuddering loops that are the wordless underground, spiritual antithesis of Black Rebel Motorcycle Club epic "Stop." It's as though the heat encircles and thrives on these particular sounds, amplifying them, getting off on them. Grab yourself a frozen water bottle, turn up the AC, and belly-flop on in.More »