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COMETS ON FIRE:
Field Recordings From The Sun CD (BING-034)
Release Date: 8/13/2002
Ben Fleishman - bass
Noel Harmonson - echoplex
Utrillo Belcher - drums
Ethan Miller - vocals, guitar
Field Recordings From The Sun is the follow up to Comets on
Fire's first album released in a private press of 500 vinyl copies in
2001. With Field Recordings, gone is the punk leanings hailed by the
underground critical fair upon the first album's release. In its place
is left only towering tombs of natural ethereal beauty and pure sonic
destruction set above a cosmic freight train of unhinged riffs and
jagged grooves.
Comets on Fire entered Tim Green's studio in San Francisco with
only bare boned riffs and ideas for the songs of Field Recordings to
enable the precise moments of artistic creation and structural
formation to be captured directly to tape in the instant it happens.
This recording technique gives the listener a more direct contact with
the music and a mainline to the physical transfer of energy through the
listening process. Joining Comets on Fire in the studio was an
entourage of friends and folk, some musicians known to play live with
Comets on Fire in its collective form, some merely grassheads and cheap
booze hounds come along to have their desperate voices heard in the
context of production. Among the musicians joining Comets on 'Field
Recordings...' are Tim Green of The Fucking Champs who partakes in an
improvised sky ripping solo battle against three other guitarists
including Ben Chasny of Six Organs of Admittance who plays utterly
destroyed lead guitar on the album. Chasny also performs acoustically
what could be considered the great, lost Six Organs of Admittance song,
a piece conceived only for the purpose of its own destruction.
Field Recordings From The Sun is not a psychedelic album in the
manner of cheep guitar effects and gentle dorian meanderings served
with an oil light show. It is an aggressive attack on a fragile
reality, a peeling back of the skull above the brain and a
transmigration of the senses to a universal location of beer drunk joy
and overwhelming white heat in thundering, all consuming sound. Field Recordings From The Sun
is simultaneously a deformation and unabashed celebration of all that
is purely grotesque and whorishly beautiful about Rock and Roll music.
It is the sound of human expression full of horror, full of joy, full
of whiskey and grass, laughing, full of love and full of confusion.
If Exuma, Blue Cheer, Albert Ayler, Mitch Mitchell, Nanjo and
the zombie of John Cippolina all met on the blue highway, wasted on
golden whiskey and cocaine, there they would throw on Field Recordings From The Sun on a trashed boombox while shooting pistols at their tracers. This is West Coast Psychedelia, hang onto your eardrums.
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