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Various ArtistsIt's Over, We Don't Care Spanish Magic Castings 'Allo Hickory Spanish Magic 'It's Over, We Don't Care' is fine reason to dip your fingers and coat your ears in the mind-tickling sounds of the Australian underground. Assembled by the men behind (in)famous Sydney/Newcastle gang Castings, here are 12 tracks, all over the place stylistically and geographically and ready for reconnaissance. Melbourne outsiders Hi God People give us hayseed-flecked soft motorik sweetness, creeping out of free improvised weirdness. Regional NSA sibling duo Brothers Of The Occult Sisterhood carve a smoke-soaked creep-a-long. Trans Tasman/Sydney group The Garbage And The Flowers take the words of Herman Hesse and turn out a timeless campfire ditty. Keith Mason's monster guitar is central to his isolated blues, a mangled tapestry that could only come from Tasmania. There are more soothing songs as well as pieces bandaged in noise. North Atlantic, Rand and Holland and ii focus on rhythm, melody and atmosphere while Pimmon sends burbling processed signals via cut-ups and filters. The drone is simplest and most penetrating at the hands of improvisers Anthony Guerra and Peter Blamey while Hiss summons feedback tornadoes in the wake of the slow industrial scree of HTRK. Some acquired tastes, but delicious nonetheless. Coinciding with the compilation is the latest CDR from Castings. Disorientation and imbalance is their forte and ''Allo Hickory' shows the band further exploring/getting lost in the eerie skeleton sounds and primitive chemistry that fuels their improvised jamborees. For every familiar sound - a voice, a drum tap, a guitar - there are countless alien interferences. Microphones are used and abused, drones are built like machines from machines, spit flies, sweat seeps and a bizarrely cogent racket develops. Beginning with a pulsing gong of flesh and electronics, the six-strong band tweaks outer space sounds; coughing aural phlegm from caked pedals and smelly synthesisers. There is an abstract emphasis on rhythm, be it from stoned drum riffing or throbs of manhandled noise-box beats. The longer pieces show us Castings at their most stretched-out and fantastic.  |
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