It is safe to assume that, for many drummers, playing with non diatonic pitch systems of thought can come as some kind of a relief. This may explain the appeal for forms such as Black Metal or Free Improvisation, in that said forms subsume the melodic (at least in European Classical terms) to the rhythmic. This substitution allows drummers to "go off of script" in some sense, or as is the case of Black Metal especially, to command the helms of a group and lead its actions. Within the free improvisational form, a drummer can experience even higher amounts of liberty within their role within an ensemble; the amount of drummers that have begun to avail themselves of this type of liberty has increased seemingly exponentially over the past six decades and Disaster Amnesiac suspects that they've been utilizing it since earlier than that. Put simply: it's fun to play that way. Dirk Wachtelaer certainly sounds as if he's enjoying himself as his striking implements hit drums and resonant metals on For the Soul, his duo recording with Dirk Stromberg. Dirk S. plays the Fryprone, "a hybrid machine of sensors and accelerometers". Together, Dirk and Dirk produce sound occurrences that are characterized improvised moves, moves which often evince each player's capacity to listen and respond within the musically performed matrices. It sounds as if the Fryprone is by its very nature an abstraction machine. The instrument is one that gives out squeaks and clatters and blurbs and plorps and explosive what the fuck-ery, along with the occasional melodic fragment. Stromberg plays the thing with genuine adeptness. Dude knows his axe and he's showing it. Not far behind is Wachtelaer. Disaster Amnesiac has already stated how much of a blast he's heard to be having on For the Soul, and will add that his percussive cajoling pulls many and varied extendo-sounds from what it seems to me to be a relatively small set up. When he goes full bore and whirls away and around his drums, it's a true delight. His tom tom expressions on Embers in the Static is top flight! I mean yeah, let's REALLY give the drummer some! Heard together, the album's pieces, pushed by the aplomb of their two players, roll by in ways that sound very satisfying and intellectually inspiring. The listener will note the skill of thing's engineering too: clear audio capture and sound separation allow the layers of timbral density to emerge. From the gentlest of touches on a tom tom to a full on blasting duration, one can hear it all should one choose to really pay attention. Dirk and Dirk brought their A-games to these two days' recording sessions. Can you the listener bring your most attentive ears? Do so and you'll feel the soul too.
Friday, October 31, 2025
Wednesday, October 29, 2025
Renobs-JAZZHANDJOBBED; Juicy Crack Media #13, no date given
A recent order from the always awesome Feral Kid Tapes came with this gratis cassette tape from Renobs, and Disaster Amnesiac has been blown away by the sheer oddness of JAZZHANDJOBBED. This tape features music that sounds like some sort of psychedelic carnival, or perhaps a lysergic party. For the life of me I can't figure out if Renobs is a solo act or a collective effort, yet either way it's an incredibly mysterious slice of independently produced strangeness that will surely have all of its listeners, and I hope there are many of them, scratching their heads as its sounds swirl around their head in the most 'shroomed of manners. The song titles play with intellectual aesthetics, my favorite being Bible, Religions, Myth. That said, JAZZHANDJOBBED's sounds feature crazed ensemble vocals that, on account of their layers, and again it's impossible for this listener to parse whether or not their sung by and actual group or overdubbed, manifest as a kind of glossolalia which has this listener alternately laughing or puzzling as to how they came up with this concept. The music resembles calliopes paired with some type of Industrial Noise makers. Perhaps a bit of primitive guitar. This combination of sound sources, played with some real delicious aggro, pushes the recording into the outer limits of odd. As Disaster Amnesiac has listened to JAZZHANDJOBBED, I've thought of the many of the standard outsider musicians that get tossed around within discussions of these types of pursuits, but really Renobs must be commended for releasing a truly singular piece of sonic creativity here. It stands on its own, and any fan of unique sound artistry should get to work immediately to find it. Eight tracks of glorious eccentricity will be discovered, should they find JAZZHANDJOBBED out there somewhere. Best of luck!
Saturday, October 25, 2025
Live shot #197!
Desert Music Project, Owls Club Tucson 10/24/25.
Beat displacement grooves and odd time signatures blended with more rural melodic frameworks. Album release show under tripped out lights and cooler evening temps in the Sonoran Desert. They're playing around a lot currently.
Friday, October 24, 2025
Pere Ubu-Worlds in Collision; Polygram Records, 1991
Was there an uptick in plays of Pere Ubu after the mortal passing of singer David Thomas? Disaster Amnesiac asks because since that sad news hit, my time spent listening to the band has increased with at times exponential frequency. All of the band's varied eras have been spun a mi casita de Tucson. And in the car, too. And replayed as I've drifted off into sleep. Even the one time that I saw them, at the Bottom of the Hill in 'frisco, when the band had a really bad night and took their frustrations out on the assembled Ubu cult members, is recalled not with its usual sadness and disappointment but with something almost resembling fondness. Listening to and thinking about and reflecting upon Pere Ubu has been a constant for several months now. Of late, it's been 1991's Worlds in Collision on the tape deck and CD player the most. As it's been listened to, this album has struck Disaster Amnesiac as being the last genuine chance for Pere Ubu to have achieved Pop success. As recalled by this middle aged person, there still was a genuine Pop, i.e. shared, culture in this country, one with at least some semblance of common vernacular, easily understood by a majority of people. [Subtext here: everyone has become incomprehensible to everyone else]. Along with being an acknowledged influence to then contemporary stars such as the Pixies (and perhaps even touring with them?), Pere Ubu had by then spent fifteen years honing its musical skills, this being particularly true of Thomas. Disaster Amnesiac has been thinking that the time was just right for them to gain bigger audiences and bigger tours and hopefully bigger paychecks in 1991, and Worlds in Collision gives proof that those rewards for all of their difficult work would have been justified. It'll never be known what essential palms were not greased, what egos were not supplicated in order to make the album fly out of the stores the way that Metallica or Nevermind or Use Your Illusion did in that year. What a listener can know, however, is just how beautifully crafted, arranged, performed, and engineered it is. One just has to listen to it. Whimsical Pop melancholy, pulling from mid-period Beatles is delivered on Oh Catherine, wherein a man is haunted by the memory of a now unattainable girl. Somehow amidst the heartbreak some essential sweetness is pried out by Thomas's lyrics. I Hear They Smoke The Barbecue explores the fringes of American belief through finely crafted song form and the brilliance of David's singing style. When he intones "men from Mars, man/it ain't no joke" it's as if he's just some Joe sitting next upon the stool next to yours at the local watering hole. Not an easy task for any lead singer and he pulls it off mightily easily. By the time of Worlds in Collision's release, Pere Ubu had perfected their singular version of Prog Rock, and that vision guides the way on Turpentine!. One could also describe it as being a high point for the Avant-Garage movement. To touch upon the Pop aspect of Ubu, it blends seamlessly with their more ambitious moves on the track. There's the singular Scott Krauss big beat drive of Goodnight Irene. Its quick turn to the chorus showcases great harmony singing. Eric Drew Feldman's coloring of the song which brings touches of what is now referred to as Americana; Disaster Amnesiac would posit that these were discrete touches of a shared culture, now sadly atomized. The band sounds whip tight on Mirror Man, a very catchy tune that has embedded within this reporter's brain for extended periods in the recent past. More interesting coloration from Feldman and a buzzing, slinky rhythm track. The story of an archetypal strolling unknown wanderer, Rock 'n Roll edition, is recounted on Cry Cry Cry, its beat also of a strolling sort. Thomas must have felt some sort of deep heartbreak while working on these lyrics, and of course his emotional vocal performance shows it. The title track is a total club banger, in that or any other era I'd say. With its neat Musique Conrete touches, it aptly describes the World Historical situation that was unfolding in that immediate post Cold War time frame. Drew Feldman once again shines a lot on this one. Life Of Riley features playful wording by Thomas and a huge Pop Music chorus pushed especially by Eric. The dude was all over Worlds in Collision! Guitarist Jim Jones plays beautifully on Over The Moon. It's a track that has struck Disaster Amnesiac as being bigly American in timbre and lyric, and bigly American was never shunned by Pere Ubu. Kind of a shame that its Pop Culture has been to such a great extent. Let's blame the internet I guess. Or maybe NAFTA, which was being crafted by dickheads in board rooms during the time, too. Is Don't Look Back a direct reference to the Boston tune of the same name? The song was perhaps a bit tardy in terms of Pop. I've recalled certain Springsteen moves from six or seven years earlier; that said they're good moves, especially in the capable hands of Ubu. Back to back with Don't Look Back is Playback. Was this sequence by design? Is there some sort of coded information being proffered there? More fascinating word play and a Prog Pop chorus. More Americana arises on Nobody Knows, during which Pere Ubu play the second line of New Orleans, the song's tricky changes propelled expertly by Tony Maimone on bass and Krauss on the drums of course. Dave bought a ranch at the bottom of the sea. What's the ontology like down there? Last up on Worlds in Collision is Winter In The Firelands, and its significance is that gives a preview into the musical aesthetics of most of the Pere Ubu catalog that followed. Mostly it's dark, a short cold Eerie blast of grey machine like pulses. Now that I'm thinking about here, it can also be heard as referencing the band's early tunes, but knowing that Thomas was always more concerned with moving his band forward, I'll describe it as a precursor for things to come in the ensuing thirty years of work. They would essentially jettison the overt trappings of Pop song writing and conjure even more singularly documents of their unique vision. That said, Worlds in Collision holds up exceedingly well and can easily compete with Billboard's Top Ten Albums of 1991 list which includes the likes of Garth Brooks, Mariah Carey and Michael Bolton. Not that there's anything wrong with those acts. It's just that Disaster Amnesiac sees and desires an alternate timeline in which Pere Ubu tops them. Call me elitist, but that's just how I hear things.
Saturday, October 18, 2025
Live shot(s) #196!
All shots taken at Groundworks Tucson, 10/17/25.
Below: The Pilot Fighters guitar player carries on after the rest of the band flaked. Makin' it happen in the face of change that's the way.
Above: Sewerbitch! High levels of complexity from the sparest of set ups. The ways in which these two players sync up and harmonize are so great!
Below: Blank Slate displaying end of tour confidence and tightness. One more show tonight and back to their home base in Denver. Wish I'd had money for a CD.
Above: Porcelain Scorpion play their first show. Good grooves and singing. Disaster Amnesiac needs a Velvets shirt like that one!
Hadn't been to a show at Groundworks in an age, it was nice to see the place again.
Tuesday, October 14, 2025
Please consider donating to the Go Fund Me campaign for Lob Instagon and his cohort in Miami AZ.
Lob and his friends pooled what money they had about four years ago to start up businesses in the small town of Miami, Arizona. They built an art gallery, a saloon, and a soda fountain. Essentially, they were reviving a dying American town, an action that I feel will be imperative for people in this country. They were off to a great start until severe rain storms flooded their spaces. Much of Miami Art Works was destroyed by flooding, and the roof of Lyric Soda Fountain has severe damage. Lob and his cohort are seeking $23,000 for repairs. Currently they've raised a little bit under $17,000. Please consider sharing this Go Fund Me link and contributing to their cause. It's a noble one.
Thursday, October 9, 2025
Live shot(s) #195!
Shots taken at The Owl's Club Tucson, 10/9/2025.
Below: The Working People. Why is their baby's hair on fire?
Above: Amor Y Powers. Primitivist Psych with fantastic twin guitar interaction.
Below: Kid Congo Powers master of Rock 'n Roll music. So lucky to get to see him at small spaces on occasion. Every note worthy of hearing. Such a great guitar player and band leader.
Wednesday, October 8, 2025
Guttertown-The Shed Sessions; self-released via Bandcamp, 2024
When Disaster Amnesiac first arrived in Tucson it was pretty much immediately apparent that the city has a unique and self created culture. Also apparent was that it would take a stretch of time, possibly infinite (I commune with ghosts here easily), to discover the varied aspects of it. Still, I felt that shit deeply. In terms of the music of Tucson, there's just so much of it and it all seems to this observer to be connected in some vital way. Possibly it's a cliche to mention the physical traits of the Sonoran Desert and while they don't constitute all of stated connection's manifestation, they certainly have huge effects. Or, simple it get's fricken' HOT here and people have to continue to operate within the baking that occurs for months on end here. Then again, it gets pretty cold in January and February. Oh and there's the university here. And the Military Industrial Complex. And reservations. And U.S.A./Mexico border issues. And people who come here for non-snowy climates. This list is not exhaustive even. What Disaster Amnesiac is trying to convey is that Tucson is complicated and its culture evinces that fact. I've been taking in live music here for about four and a half years now. I've purchased media from Bat Population, whose tape sadly floated down into a box of other tapes and that box is in a closet and screw that. A CD of the incredibly impactful Suicide Forest remains in easy rotational access. There's an unmastered and very low quality cassette by some entity called Spit. Along with these artifacts there's this CD from Guttertown, 2024's The Shed Sessions. It was generously given to me by the band's bass player, Snoopy, at a show in early August of this year. I've listened to it lots, something that's easy to do, seeing as that its six songs flow well into each other within the groups paired down guitar/bass/drums configuration. The group describes their sound as Cow Punk and yeah that tracks in that Country and Country & Western elements are as much parts of the sound as any other possible stylistic components. These latter may be singer-songwriter, what has come to be labeled as Americana, Jam Band, Post Punk. Most likely the players within Guttertown have their own granular influences and guide posts and this prospect makes me happy, for having seen them play live their performance personas are very likeable to this audience member. Taking the focus back to The Shed Sessions: this album's songs share Minimalist cores of strummed guitar lines that sound well considered and amped, lines that are pushed by subtle bass riffs and drumming that is propulsive yet almost gentle. The band does indeed jam out within each of songs yet these jams are ones of brevity. It's often Snoopy who avails himself of these opportunities, probably a bit more than Jessie on guitar, although Jessie does not shrink back from them at times. Karl's drumming is never egotistical; his playing is all business and supports this music beautifully. The lyrics on The Shed Session's tunes are intriguing and insightful without being overbearing. The sense that Disaster Amnesiac has gotten from them is that they're hard won and really living based, and that's something that can't really be faked. Does Jessie travel the country on the trains? That question certainly has crossed my mind. The love lyrics that Jessie wrote often melt my heart. California Fault Line sounds so much like a Feelies song on my favorite Feelies album, at least for a few bars, and that's so alright with me (it's most definitely not a criticism) and probably the Feelies too and if not well fuck it. It's doubted that Guttertown are making millions. And, if they do, surely they'd be the first to acknowledge and make good. What Disaster Amnesiac is trying to say is that The Shed Sessions is such a cool album because of its simple, sparing approach and the earnestness that it shows. It strikes me as one produced with a lot of thought and caring and yet also an absence of pretension. Out there on those ground down streets of Tucson that means heaps it seems. Rock on Guttertown.
Sunday, October 5, 2025
Live shot(s) #194!
Two shots taken at a benefit show for Downtown Radio 99.1 in Tucson. A bunch of bands played at American Eat Co. for this one. Mrs. Amnesiac and I were on a date night, so we ate great sushi from Sombrero Sushi and went on to other stuff after these two. Hopefully the other bands that played rocked out, too!
Below: Disconcertions. Jammin' good with Cheech y Chong and the Stone Ponyes. And the Kinks as well.
Friday, October 3, 2025
Supertoque-Lemtat Unit; eh? Records #132, 2025
Many years ago a young Disaster Amnesiac had an opportunity to travel to Japan. A very fascinating place it was, although my desires to possibly meet with Noise/Avant Garde players did not materialize. Such was not the case for Kelly Churko, Cal Lyall, and Tim Olive. These three Canada-born practitioners of musical experiments involving guitars, electronics and amplified magnetic pickups were established and working on that beautiful island nation when Lemtat Unit, a document from a live show at SuperDeluxe (what city was/is this venue in?) was recorded in 2014. A very abstract affair from head to tail, the sounds that the trio pulled from their instruments are those of very inward orientation, in that each of these players delves deeply into them for abstract, non-obvious tones and tonalities and timbres. Odd voices glitch and chatter within sound zones that vary from pensive to bombastic. There are actually many spaces featuring tons of silence, especially on side one. The overall sonic environment is one in which Kelly, Cal, and Tim fused the sounds that they were producing into one organic sounding whole. Metallic poles shudder in the halogen lights of urban night. Stars burst and fling effluvia. Granular sonic elements from metals collapse and then regrow from the puddles of their wastage. Ghostly voices hang in the air. Strings chatter and strike and then the entire affair makes a smooth landing at the end of side two, this listener's preferred one. Lemtat Unit most definitely qualifies as Difficult Music, and Disaster Amnesiac feels certain that its players would not bristle at the characterization. It's tragic that Kelly Churko did not live for long after this meeting with his pals from Moose Jaw and Montreal, and this document of these three dudes throwing down together must be greatly esteemed by Cal Lyall and Tim Olive, along with anyone else that had the privilege of knowing such a creative thinker and player. Listen deeply to this cassette, should you find it.


















