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Marianne Nowottny / Dark Souls Need Light / Vinyl LP / Feeding Tube Records / FTR221
When Jersey teen, Marianne Nowottny, arrived on the scene in the late ’90s she had the looks of a typical NJ gum-snapper, but possessed a voice that was way beyond what you’d expect to find hanging out in the parking lot of White Castle, trying to bum cigarettes. Her vocals had the rich smoky maturity of Marianne Faithfull’s late ’70s work, hauled into an off-center bedroom pop universe that was almost impossible to decode. Her subsequent studio recordings have investigated magnificent nooks of post-naif construction, but it was in a live performance that she created some of her most staggering sonic edifices. We are very pleased to finally present two sides of her explosive and surprising avant-lounge meditations The first side was recorded at the Knitting Factory in ’99, with an improvisational trio comprised of Mark Dagley (Girls, Hi Sheriffs of Blue, etc.), Mark’s visual arts pal, the late Steven Parrino (whose work with Jutta Koether in Electrophilia was unbelievably savage) and Scott Jarvis (Workdogs, th’ Cigaretz, Half Japanese, etc.). The fully toasted coil of Marianne’s keys and voice, blends into the sound-sheets rustled up by her collusionists like an unholy meeting between one of Sun Ra’s small ensembles and Robin Crutchfield’s Dark Dark. Messy, smudged, long-format song distention with amazing shifts in tonal center and a truly crazed heft. The flip, recorded with just Dagley in ’02, is even more extreme. Built around a pummel that sounds like the L train blasting straight through Union Square Station, Marianne channels broken Simone-tones and broadcasts them into the maw of chaos. Even in those instances when she chooses to use her völk-voice the results are dastardly, with a feeling so deeply drugged it’ll make yr head heavy. If you’ve never sampled the Nowottny sound, this is a pretty amazing place to start. Don’t be afraid. She was just a kid. -Byron Coley, 2015
Mars / Mars Archives Volume One: China To Mars / Vinyl LP / Feeding Tube Records, Negative Glam / FTR200, NG#6
Following the success of the two live LPs bookending Mars’ trajectory through the skies of NYC, Mark Cunningham was convinced to return to his legendary box of cassettes. Even he was surprised to discover the band’s earliest shows (done under the name China) were there, amidst a tumble of other tapes. Thus, the idea was born for a trilogy of LPs tracing Mars’ development from their first audition gig at GBGB through the shows following their Lust/Unlust EP. China to Mars is the first volume, and really displays for the first time how much the band’s earliest music was a mutated variation on some of NYC’s extant juggernauts, in particular Television and the Patti Smith Group. While their sound was clearly their own, the textures and techniques they’re using to achieve them are far less alien than they’d become. Side one was recorded at China’s audition night at CBGB in Feb. ’77, and their follow-up show in June. It’s amazing how good it sounds. And the songs are almost all unheard (apart from “Cry,” which appeared on the Anomia tape box). Even “3E” is nearly recognizable from its released version recorded the following year. The second side is from Sept. ’77, once they had started calling themselves Mars. The shuddering blocks of sound for which they are known are beginning to coalesce, and Sumner’s dark vocals are pushed to the fore. The music is stunning. You can hear the band on the very cusp of transforming itself into the group that recorded those incredible early sides. Wow, can’t wait for the next two volumes. – Byron Coley, 2015
Sunburned Hand Of The Man / Mind Of A Brother / Vinyl LP / Feeding Tube Records, Manhand / FTR198, Manhand ‎001
Amazing archival retrieval (with extra material on the download) of the first release by long-running human zoo known as Sunburned. Forged in the heat of Kristin Anderson’s Charlestown loft, the group more or less descended straight from the corpse of Shit Spangled Banner, although they did not assume the band name until 1997 (two years after the first protean jams had started). The material on the album was recorded in 1997 & ’98, often deep in the grip of acid flashes, and it really shows. Over the course of their nearly two-decade lifetime, Sunburned has been many things, but it’s easy to forget how spacily jazzoid and proggily psyched-out their initial gushes were. The music here is wildly explorative and crazily inventive, sharing a clear affinity with fellow travelers No Neck Blues Band. Indeed, the second edition of the CDR of this album was created to be sold on a 1999 tour which was No Neck, John Fahey and Sunburned. One can only shudder at the mere thought. Anyway, this may well be one of the best Sunburned albums. It has a bizarre sweetness I never noticed in the band back then, because they always seemed like thugs underneath everything else. But you can really sense it here. And Rob Thomas’ excellent liner notes attest to the benign flow of their early visions. How nice to hear where this weird trip started. -Byron Coley, 2015