Monday, July 13, 2026

AIDS Wolf-Harsh Human Style; Skin Graft Records, 2026

 


On the one time that Disaster Amnesiac was aware of AIDS Wolf playing near me, there was some kind of schedule conflict on my end that made it so that I could not attend. A dude that I ran frequently with at the time did go to the show, and his assessment was simply "they were cool". If you know or knew S., you'd already be appraised that he's a man of very few words, and his capsule review potentially spoke volumes about his perception of the live AIDS Wolf performance that he'd just seen. It's recalled that the band's reputation for insane, unhinged sets reached far and wide. I'm sad that I didn't ever get to take in an AIDS Wolf show, that's for sure. That being said, AIDS Wolf has remained a band that's listened to often enough in these parts, and the news earlier this year of an archival release of unheard material was received with great enthusiasm. That release is Harsh Human Style, and Disaster Amnesiac has listened to it a lot, especially recently as there were a few days of being able to really blast it at high volume on account of having mi casita to myself while Mrs. Amnesiac was visiting with a pal in a different part of the state. A doom-ey riff kicks off Sixty Eight, one that's paired initially with a pounded snare drum and some kind of vocalized beseeching. The drum kit playing gets gradually more beat centered as singer ChloĆ« Lum joins in with higher register intonations. Eventually drummer Yannick Desranleau pounds the track home and guitarist Alexander Moskos marches along with him. Is Lum singing in a language of her own devising? The players start mixing things up right away on Sixty Nine, an example of less is more as regards the drumming. The guitar makes a cool racket atop the machined hits until everyone decides to battle for the space. Eventually a cowbell-centered groove takes the lead. Disaster Amnesiac can't recall any No Wave with a cowbell, but then again I haven't heard everything that mastering engineer Weasel Walter has produced and presumably he's utilized one at some certain point. Still, that's a first for this fan. AIDS Wolf does their version of straight up Hardcore on Sixty Six. The guitar lines swoop like engines being gunned while the drums scatter and skitter. Lum continues with her surreal chanting as strings bend and twist. This track's wonderfully unbridled guitar performance makes an old blogger smile! Harsh Human Style concludes with Sixty Seven, and it's a big, bold No Wave statement done correct in terms of that genre. This is not to imply that the track is a knock off, for it is not. It's just that as I've listened it's always been clear to me that AIDS Wolf are firmly a No Wave band and a lot of their music has pointedly No Wave gestural figures and that's fine because they did it so incredibly well. Guitar turbulence that melts away in the face of the lyrics, ones that drip with mystery. Some type of hook arises again from the strings as the AIDS Wolf melee groove deepens before it too breaks down for one last time. ChloĆ«'s lyrics sound as if she's running down reasons to dislike someone, but that's just conjecture because they're still mostly indecipherable. Finally, some strings echo and the (presumably) final AIDS Wolf statement is over after a mere fifteen minutes or so. Oh how Disaster Amnesiac wishes to have been able to have changed my plans on that evening in 2009 in order to have gotten over to 'frisco and seen them jam out live! Sacre bleu! 

Wednesday, July 8, 2026

Black Sun Ensemble-Whirlpool Ocean; San Jacinto Records, 2026

 


When liner note writer and co-producer of Black Sun Ensemble's Whirlpool Ocean Fred Mills first encountered the band, Disaster Amnesiac was likely also just hearing about them also, via Forced Exposure magazine, and only just down the road from him in Virginia. After that, though, Fred went on to get to know Black Sun Ensemble and its main figure, Jesus Acedo quite well, while they just remained an imagined sound for this listener. Thankfully, that situation changed recently as Whirlpool Ocean is affordable and easily accessible. Yes of course I was going to grab a copy and listen to it. 

The sense that's gotten from the writings of Mills and Rich Hopkins is that Jesus cut a chaotic path throughout his earthly stay. What's also becomes clear after repeated spins of Whirlpool Ocean is that his musical intelligence and creativity cut diamond bright as long as his perceptions were not beset by what was at one time called "demons" and currently more summarized as "chemical imbalance". Let us pause here to acknowledge the travails that Jesus Acedo endured before continuing on to the musical vision that was quite clearly a gift that he had. 

Now, having paused, let us continue on and talk about the main focus of Whirlpool Ocean, that being the guitar playing of Jesus Acedo. The album is full of examples of what made him such a special player. There are the crazed tones on Baby Serpentine Love Sea, the wild solo action at the end of Dangerous Pussy, his off the cuff hitting on Dove Of the Desert, his feedback mastery on Children Look Like Burnt Paper and the shredding action of Lord Of the Fleas. This album abounds with examples of his cold mastery of the electric guitar and its sonic potentialities. Jesus was clearly a player that could execute anything that he heard going on within his musical imagination. That he had such a grooving and supportive rhythm section from Odin Helgison on guitar, Mike Glidewell on bass and Ratshit on drums certainly did not hurt his musical efforts. The ways in which this band grooves and shakes and rolls and rocks on the album is always compelling. Just dig on their Sonoran style Harmelodic pulsing on Blues For Rainer In C Minor and the Surf/Spy Music tones of The Hunger for ample evidence of just how greased Black Sun Ensemble could be when they were hitting right. For further convincing one can spin the title track or the very SST 1987-88 of 667 or It's Not The End Of The World with its driving, Prog Funk moves and its elastic syncopations. This was a tight group that pushed and pulled and drove its music into highly creative zones of musical exploration, led by a player who was clearly touched by some divine fire and inspiration. 

It saddens Disaster Amnesiac to realize that, despite being resident in the home town of Jesus Acedo, I will never get a chance to hear him play live. There's consolation, however, in knowing that Whirlpool Ocean and its fine, powerful playing is easily accessible. Its sounds will continue to enhance my views of Tucson. That said it would rock in whatever town where it gets played. 

Friday, July 3, 2026

Live shot(s) #230!

 


All shots taken at Che's Lounge Tucson 7/2/26.

Below: Goggles bring primitive Psych Rock with a great guitar player.



Above: Stetson Heat Seeker are out on tour from Seattle. Seriously tight rhythm section and incredible guitar solos. Bringing the tenor sax rockin' spirit of the PNW to America! Get out and see 'em!

Below: Marta brought things back to the desert earth with their simple songs. A wonderful change in the Sonoran nighttime. 



Above: It's a fact that Working People cannot put on a disappointing show. They're getting tighter and tighter. New t-shirt design by drummer Dave is a winner! 

Sunday, June 28, 2026

Live shot(s) #229!

 


Shots taken at Che's Lounge Tucson, 6/27/26. 

Below: Smoker Dad are a powerful road band that get down with authority. Great harmonica playing too.



Above: Family Worship Center present well crafted American song forms. This band is a cooker!

Both of these groups are currently touring the country. Get out and see them if you can. 

Friday, June 26, 2026

Live shot #228!

 


The Mermen, Stork Club Oakland CA 2012. 

Tuesday, June 23, 2026

Lob Instagon-Blues For Nobody; Love Earth Music Records, 2026

 


Musicians and music fans of a certain stripe within the general areas of southern California, northern California, and Arizona will know who Disaster Amnesiac is talking about when I'm talking about Lob Instagon. Lob's been an underground music scene denizen for decades, one who has been actively producing and promoting at a very approachable, d.i.y. scale. While I can's speak to Lob's personal feelings, the sense that I've always had from interactions with him is that he cares deeply about creative works and the people who make them, and does his best to accommodate their aspirations when they deal with his organizational proclivities. Lob has had his own project, Instagon, going for quite a while as well. Instagon is fascinating because it's a long running concern that has never had the same personnel twice, and this after close to nine hundred performances. It's a point of pride for the man behind Instagon and it certainly keeps things fresh for him as I'd imagine. A few weeks back, while doing business in Miami, AZ, Disaster Amnesiac was presented with Blues for Nobody, this year's Instagon release, and it must be stated that it may be his deepest record yet. Blues for Nobody is a record that fuses tight/loose jams by various Instagon lineups, deeply strange Electronic Music explorations, and plenty of recitations by Lob of several of his poems. As for the latter, it's clear that Lob has evolved into an expressive and compelling poet. His spoken words describe situations of personal dilemma, sepia'd memories, strange dreams/nightmares, and the sublime states attained from love. His delivery is always on task, even when a given piece is characterized by steam of consciousness attack. Lob's voice, somewhat gravelly now, has a gravitas that is well earned. On that front he has evolved into a true Beat Poet and Blues for Nobody is quite enjoyable for that. Regarding the former, the jams show groups of players who clearly are in simpatico with Instagon's titular leader. The jams at Miami's Thee 23 Skidoo bar, where Lob is the musical director/booker, must be getting legendary! Taken as a whole, Blues for Nobody is an undeniable statement from Lob Instagon: he's making great poetry and music and sound art, and I hope it's not for no one out there. Be a somebody and give it a listen. Lob's earned that consideration a hundred fold. 

Thursday, June 18, 2026

Live shot(s) #227!

 


All shots taken at Splinter Collective Tucson, 6/17/26.

Below: Truthsayer. Loopy sexy shadow play.



Above: Romo Lampkin is a singer/songwriting plumbing the depths of current anxiety and ambiguity. 

Below: Igloo Martian. The duration of the performance transcends the actual time on stage. Surreal prop-centered questioning.




Above: CATyklysm brings modular questing and heavy Drone action. 

Rainbow Cholla at Splinter Collective is a really cool new series that hopefully will continue!