skinny wolves
Well-Known Member
GANG GANG DANCE {only irish date}
(USA, The Social Registry Records)
With Special Guests AMBULANCE
(Front End Synthetics / Planet Mu Records)
& more TBC
w/ Skinny Wolves & Guest Djs
Skinny Wolves Club
The Hub, Temple Bar, Dublin
Thursday 31st August
Tickets on sale soon...
ABOUT GANG GANG DANCE:
Gods Money Press Release
With God’s Money Gang Gang Dance creates a modern music which reorients the palette of electronic music into an organic context, manipulating sound, rhythm and melody in an almost mercurial manner. Painstakingly recorded over the course of a year at Junkyard Audio Salvage, the band utilized whatever means were available to them to craft their sound: drums of all shapes, sizes and circuits, various keyboards and synthesizers, miditriggering guitar scenarios, vocals reconfi gured via a guitar effect pedal and even the occasional aluminum chair. Blending their hypnotic rhythms into a highly structured compositional style or soaring in the lofty heights of practiced improvisation, this recording follows in the footsteps of the bands previous output, all while marking new ground.
In between writing and recording God’s Money GGD spent the last year playing to packed houses in NYC, Europe and on the road with Animal Collective. Exploding with an energy & confi dence rarely seen these days and coupling it with such a heightened level of musicianship the band has turned even the most casual of spectators into full on believers. With magazines such as The Wire, The Village Voice, I.D. & XLR8R having already run features on the band, the press is falling into the ranks of the converted.
God’s Money is the height of GGD’s uncompromising sonic pursuit which has spanned the better part of the band’s fi ve year history. Some of this can be gleamed from previous groups the members have been in, including Cranium, Actress, Ssaab Songs & Angel Blood. Though God’s Money may be interpreted as the band’s high-water mark of sorts it is much more the raising of the tide as they continually to push the boundaries of the palette of sound itself with no sign waning.
///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
The art rock underground in brooklyn is always percolating, but lately there’s something scalding in the water, considering the brilliantly disparate sounds of sightings, animal collective, double leopards, excepter, mouthus, all the outsider outfits on the space is no place compilations and so much more. Gang Gang Dance just might be the tip of this sky high geyser. This lp, their first official release (aside from last years’ super limited revival of the shittest cd-r), is an absolute mind washer, two sidelong tracks of elongated vocals, 3d percussion, electronic breakdowns and skinraising noise. While brian degraw and tim dewitt spent the late 90s pumping helium into the chaotic and underapreciated mathpunk outfit the cranium, and josh diamond previously pinch hit for jackie-o motherfucker, no one could have predicted the bracingly originality of their new ensemble.
Gang gang dance begins with the moans of the quartets other conspirator, liz bougatsos. Warpy synth sounds and sharp snare slaps dart around the group’s vocal calisthenics, forging a cacophony of pointed bursts that tantalisingly refuses to solidify. Halfway through side one, a half song emerges, alternating boerdoms-like mayhem with a stair-climbing bass/piano chorus. But as soon as ggd’s rickety chair starts to rock, the splatter melts into a sparkling, spooky keybooard loop that’s all glitter and radiance, the aural equivalent projected on the back of one’s eyelids. The side ends with an abrasive mechanical rhythm that sounds like sandpaper rubbing itself to sleep.
Side two is more disjointed, with ghosts of the early residents and their carny-inspired fog emerging through the group’s warped nursery rhymes. It ends with two huge crescendoes of pingponging drums, sun-staring vocals, and thick-guitar sheen. The group’s ability to organically seed their slow-forming soundclouds makes the album’s seamless flow attain the stupeying logic of a dream.
-- from the wire (REVIEW FROM JULY 2004)
///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
“the beautiful mess layers itself into a syncopating infinity shortly before a series of distorted vocals signal a timely rest and the end of the album-- an effect as breath-taking as the first time i listened to tago mago, excited and slightly disturbed. some records you fall in love with in their entirety.only with time and effort do you begin to discover the subtle intricacies and details that lend to a fuller, richer interpretation of the whole. gang gang dance succeed in back-loading this theory, forcing the listener to dedicate themselves piece-meal in the full understanding of this creation-- falling in love in “stages,” if you will. either way, patient music-lovers will discover that, whether they’re enamored by the forest or the trees, this is a record more than worthy of their full attention.”
– pitchforkmedia.com
///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
A brooklyn quartet that has risen from the graves of some recent underground legends, most notably absurdist-rock outfit the cranium. The band has been sporadically spotted in venues around new york for the past couple of years; revival of the shittest is its first release, a cd-r issued in an edition so small some of the band members probably don’t have copies. The eight untitled tracks here are all stunners. Most start with random percussion that melts into a swirling pool of guitar spikes, electronic whirr, and ghostly post-mortem singing, parts of which sound like the dying output of a long-broken trs-80 computer. Gang gang dance’s primary tactic is to build semi-robotic loops that slowly swallow themselves, like frogs jumping into each other’s mouths. Tracks two and three in particular are mini-symphonies, wherein cycling drums, drizzling piano riffs, and unidentifiable screams fuse into a crafted pile of startling internal logic. Again the specter of the residents arises, mostly in ggd’s uncanny ability to order its chaos into an arty kind of masked theater. A more reasonably available ggd lp is imminent, courtesy of brooklyn label (and underground mail order center) fusetron, but it’ll be a sickening shame if revival doesn’t eventually get a wider run.
- from the baltimore city pages (REVIEW FROM FALL 2003)
///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
“gang gang dance has demonstrated that it knows where the universe’s g-spot is”
– time-out ny
“gang gang dance manage to terrorize beautifully layered instrumentals with imploding echoes & voices”
– v magazine
“the extremely aural intensity of gang gang dance draws you into an experience of negotiation from which a humane and harmonic beauty emerges”
– artforummagazine
ABOUT AMBULANCE
Planet Mu continues on its mission with another new release and yet another strong debut – this being the long awaited first album from Dublin’s Dunk & Trev, aka Ambulance. Their sound takes a skewed look at IDM, setting the agenda brilliantly on the opening “Tickle”. The elements are all familiar, the delivery is not. Crunchy beats and squashed production are the order of the day, the overall effect tainted by a strange off-kilter arrangement and a strangely infectious cacophony. The title track, meanwhile, consists of an appregiated bassline that builds up the anticipation for a drop that just doesn’t make an appearance – perhaps reminding us most of Max Tundra’s work on the excellent “Some best friend..” album, or New Order if their drum machines were confiscated. The uplifting electronic crunch of “Kurant” is perhaps the album’s most straightforward track, an infusion of heart-tugging melodies, lullaby progressions and a metallic edge that's a good antithesis to the messiness found elsewhere. Not an instant album, but one with the kind of originality that's all too scarce these days. Check.
- Boomkat / The Curse Of Vale Do Lobo Review
More Info:
GANG GANG DANCE
http://www.myspace.com/ganggangdance
http://www.thesocialregistry.com
AMBULANCE
http://www.myspace.com/dunkntrev
http://www.myspace.com/childrenofmu
http://www.myspace.com/frontendsynthetics
SKINNY WOLVES
http://www.myspace.com/skinnywolves
http://www.skinnywolves.com
(USA, The Social Registry Records)
With Special Guests AMBULANCE
(Front End Synthetics / Planet Mu Records)
& more TBC
w/ Skinny Wolves & Guest Djs
Skinny Wolves Club
The Hub, Temple Bar, Dublin
Thursday 31st August
Tickets on sale soon...
ABOUT GANG GANG DANCE:
Gods Money Press Release
With God’s Money Gang Gang Dance creates a modern music which reorients the palette of electronic music into an organic context, manipulating sound, rhythm and melody in an almost mercurial manner. Painstakingly recorded over the course of a year at Junkyard Audio Salvage, the band utilized whatever means were available to them to craft their sound: drums of all shapes, sizes and circuits, various keyboards and synthesizers, miditriggering guitar scenarios, vocals reconfi gured via a guitar effect pedal and even the occasional aluminum chair. Blending their hypnotic rhythms into a highly structured compositional style or soaring in the lofty heights of practiced improvisation, this recording follows in the footsteps of the bands previous output, all while marking new ground.
In between writing and recording God’s Money GGD spent the last year playing to packed houses in NYC, Europe and on the road with Animal Collective. Exploding with an energy & confi dence rarely seen these days and coupling it with such a heightened level of musicianship the band has turned even the most casual of spectators into full on believers. With magazines such as The Wire, The Village Voice, I.D. & XLR8R having already run features on the band, the press is falling into the ranks of the converted.
God’s Money is the height of GGD’s uncompromising sonic pursuit which has spanned the better part of the band’s fi ve year history. Some of this can be gleamed from previous groups the members have been in, including Cranium, Actress, Ssaab Songs & Angel Blood. Though God’s Money may be interpreted as the band’s high-water mark of sorts it is much more the raising of the tide as they continually to push the boundaries of the palette of sound itself with no sign waning.
///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
The art rock underground in brooklyn is always percolating, but lately there’s something scalding in the water, considering the brilliantly disparate sounds of sightings, animal collective, double leopards, excepter, mouthus, all the outsider outfits on the space is no place compilations and so much more. Gang Gang Dance just might be the tip of this sky high geyser. This lp, their first official release (aside from last years’ super limited revival of the shittest cd-r), is an absolute mind washer, two sidelong tracks of elongated vocals, 3d percussion, electronic breakdowns and skinraising noise. While brian degraw and tim dewitt spent the late 90s pumping helium into the chaotic and underapreciated mathpunk outfit the cranium, and josh diamond previously pinch hit for jackie-o motherfucker, no one could have predicted the bracingly originality of their new ensemble.
Gang gang dance begins with the moans of the quartets other conspirator, liz bougatsos. Warpy synth sounds and sharp snare slaps dart around the group’s vocal calisthenics, forging a cacophony of pointed bursts that tantalisingly refuses to solidify. Halfway through side one, a half song emerges, alternating boerdoms-like mayhem with a stair-climbing bass/piano chorus. But as soon as ggd’s rickety chair starts to rock, the splatter melts into a sparkling, spooky keybooard loop that’s all glitter and radiance, the aural equivalent projected on the back of one’s eyelids. The side ends with an abrasive mechanical rhythm that sounds like sandpaper rubbing itself to sleep.
Side two is more disjointed, with ghosts of the early residents and their carny-inspired fog emerging through the group’s warped nursery rhymes. It ends with two huge crescendoes of pingponging drums, sun-staring vocals, and thick-guitar sheen. The group’s ability to organically seed their slow-forming soundclouds makes the album’s seamless flow attain the stupeying logic of a dream.
-- from the wire (REVIEW FROM JULY 2004)
///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
“the beautiful mess layers itself into a syncopating infinity shortly before a series of distorted vocals signal a timely rest and the end of the album-- an effect as breath-taking as the first time i listened to tago mago, excited and slightly disturbed. some records you fall in love with in their entirety.only with time and effort do you begin to discover the subtle intricacies and details that lend to a fuller, richer interpretation of the whole. gang gang dance succeed in back-loading this theory, forcing the listener to dedicate themselves piece-meal in the full understanding of this creation-- falling in love in “stages,” if you will. either way, patient music-lovers will discover that, whether they’re enamored by the forest or the trees, this is a record more than worthy of their full attention.”
– pitchforkmedia.com
///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
A brooklyn quartet that has risen from the graves of some recent underground legends, most notably absurdist-rock outfit the cranium. The band has been sporadically spotted in venues around new york for the past couple of years; revival of the shittest is its first release, a cd-r issued in an edition so small some of the band members probably don’t have copies. The eight untitled tracks here are all stunners. Most start with random percussion that melts into a swirling pool of guitar spikes, electronic whirr, and ghostly post-mortem singing, parts of which sound like the dying output of a long-broken trs-80 computer. Gang gang dance’s primary tactic is to build semi-robotic loops that slowly swallow themselves, like frogs jumping into each other’s mouths. Tracks two and three in particular are mini-symphonies, wherein cycling drums, drizzling piano riffs, and unidentifiable screams fuse into a crafted pile of startling internal logic. Again the specter of the residents arises, mostly in ggd’s uncanny ability to order its chaos into an arty kind of masked theater. A more reasonably available ggd lp is imminent, courtesy of brooklyn label (and underground mail order center) fusetron, but it’ll be a sickening shame if revival doesn’t eventually get a wider run.
- from the baltimore city pages (REVIEW FROM FALL 2003)
///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
“gang gang dance has demonstrated that it knows where the universe’s g-spot is”
– time-out ny
“gang gang dance manage to terrorize beautifully layered instrumentals with imploding echoes & voices”
– v magazine
“the extremely aural intensity of gang gang dance draws you into an experience of negotiation from which a humane and harmonic beauty emerges”
– artforummagazine
ABOUT AMBULANCE
Planet Mu continues on its mission with another new release and yet another strong debut – this being the long awaited first album from Dublin’s Dunk & Trev, aka Ambulance. Their sound takes a skewed look at IDM, setting the agenda brilliantly on the opening “Tickle”. The elements are all familiar, the delivery is not. Crunchy beats and squashed production are the order of the day, the overall effect tainted by a strange off-kilter arrangement and a strangely infectious cacophony. The title track, meanwhile, consists of an appregiated bassline that builds up the anticipation for a drop that just doesn’t make an appearance – perhaps reminding us most of Max Tundra’s work on the excellent “Some best friend..” album, or New Order if their drum machines were confiscated. The uplifting electronic crunch of “Kurant” is perhaps the album’s most straightforward track, an infusion of heart-tugging melodies, lullaby progressions and a metallic edge that's a good antithesis to the messiness found elsewhere. Not an instant album, but one with the kind of originality that's all too scarce these days. Check.
- Boomkat / The Curse Of Vale Do Lobo Review
More Info:
GANG GANG DANCE
http://www.myspace.com/ganggangdance
http://www.thesocialregistry.com
AMBULANCE
http://www.myspace.com/dunkntrev
http://www.myspace.com/childrenofmu
http://www.myspace.com/frontendsynthetics
SKINNY WOLVES
http://www.myspace.com/skinnywolves
http://www.skinnywolves.com
