PRESS & PAPERS ON 'NO MORE INVENTION' (2008)
Julian Cope's Head Heritage (see web)
Album of the Month
Gunslingers - No More Invention
Review 99, August 2008 CE
Reviewed by Julian Cope
Note : My first confrontation with Gunslingers leader Gregory Raimo occurred last August 2007CE, when I reviewed his 12” EP XPERIMENT FROM WITHIN THE TENTACULAR. Released under the spewdonym GR, the ruminations of Raimo's six-string razor therein were slightly tempered both by lack of other band members and a studio technique that reeked of THE FAUST TAPES. In other words, it was damned wonderful. Well, now Raimo's back, he's armed with a power trio, and he's pointing that Blakean Cerberus straight at us. Uh, Look out!
‘You wanna suicide in your room, you wanna suicide in your car… ‘
In a systematic act of alchemy clearly designed to upstage in one fell swoop every budding Asahito Nanjo, every rising Kawabata Makoto, every post-Reck and neo-Keiji Heino, nay, every occidental Japrock wannabe combined, French super freak and guitar mangler Gregory Raimo has – with this solitary Gunslingers album release – put to shame each'n'every proto-metal musician across this lickle planet with a spiteful racket so accursedly evil, so mischievously demonic, so gurningly and grinningly piss-taking that barbarians across the globe (myself included, natch) can only drool in disbelief and green-eyed envy. For NO MORE INVENTION is nothing less than the sum total of every move culled from every essential No Wave, Post Punk, Free Rock statement thus far spewed forth onto vinyl and CD. Indeed, being simultaneously post-Beachnuts, post-Primitives, post-Armand Schaubroeuk's Churchmice, post-Voidoids, post-Teenage Jesus, post-Dr Mix & the Re-Mix, post-White Heaven AND being in possession of a killer rhythm section who understand his singular metaphor, Gunslinger leader Gregory Raimo suddenly finds himself in the enviable position of the Ur Underground's Man of the Year! Yup, kiddies, there'll be no sleep tonight for the High Art inhabitants of lofts, warehouses and basements of Detroit, Manchester, Manhattan, Tokyo, Copenhagen, Berlin, Nagoya, Long Island City and their ilk. Instead, every True Genius of the distorted electric guitar will have now been goaded into action, and obligated to break out the black coffee, the Red Bull, the sugary teen drinks, the ephedrine, hell, even those amber chunks of raw amphetamine that mad Uncle Tony left behind when last he descended upon the household to make one of his inimitably sweaty veggie curries; all & everything will be appropriated in Rockaholics Anonymous' collective quest to top Gunslingers' incredible Maelstrom unleashed on NO MORE INVENTION. That good? Uh huh, THAT good… It's everywhere and nowhere, bay-bee, and (ahem) it's French… Alpine French! From Grenoble, no less, and I ain't taking the piste! I know, you know, we ALL know the French might not know how to rock'n'roll 99.999999% of the time. But when they get it right, boy, does it smoke pole! And, like existentialist hero Albert Camus' bizarre death in the back seat of a massively expensive Facel Vega HK550 supercar, Gunslingers' NO MORE INVENTION is a raging and fumingly Gallic summation of all things Righteous, Nihilistic and Stylishly Paradoxical simultaneously. For a start, its tumbling and stumbling rhythmical idiocy should be the last sound a body requires just before bedtime; nevertheless it's become my preferred method of meditation these past coupla weeks. Moreover, as the father of teenage daughters who regularly lambaste themselves with 250 mph riff pile-ups, I was nevertheless shocked to hear 14-year-old Avalon describing NO MORE INVENTION to her 16-year-old sister Albany as ‘Music of the Devil'. Sheesh! What truly Occult goings on must be genuinely occurring within the micro-folds of this record for such descriptions to be happening naturally between teenagers who rarely express anything less than Total Ennui when confronted by my own preferred choice of listening? And you know me well enough by now to understand that this Odinist Heathen Motherfucker ascribes N U T H I N' to the Devil, unless it's music borne of a Voodoo so unearthly, so off kilter and so reaking with post-Christian Damage that its purveyors could only have intended such results. Well, so it is with NO MORE INVENTION, kiddies. For this Gunslingers disc rages with references to Lucifer in much the same manner as our beloved Blue Öyster Cult chose to do throughout their career. Herein, Lucifer is not only invoked as the beautiful Keltic Godman we enlightened types have come to accept, but also as the still-evil Crosstian Opposer of all things good. And, contained in that mysterious netherworld doorway, the music of Gunslingers rages and rails against EVERYTHING (positive AND negative), one moment surging forth soul sparks of life upwards into the heavens, the next moment shifting direction furiously and drilling into the very crust of the earth with all the Gay Abandon of a MacAlpine's earthmover. Pragmatic Motherfuckers these guys ain't, children. They commence their debut LP with the two-minute-hate of ‘Into The Garage' then jettison all reason by following it with the record's longest piece, the apocalyptically Cunted (and Lucifer dedicated) genius of ‘Light Slinger Festival'. Thereafter, separating each successive song from the next is as futile as time-shifting back to the ‘70s and attempting to point out Billy Bremner's shorts as they spun around in the Leeds United washing-machine. We're talking Total White-Out, ladies'n'gentlemen; the kind of swirling snowblindness only Roald Amundsen's South Pole Expedition could have imagined. And what does it sound like? Well, as the aforementioned ‘Light Slinger Festival' is the Mother of All Fuckers and the longest track on the disc, let's first address this one track and establish 1) why its contents are so damned essential, and 2) how we Jonesing Wannabes can make one of our own just like it. Here goes. First, score yourself a copy of the late Love double-LP OUT HERE, and remove the near-12-minute Amphetamine Fussy guitar burn-up of Arthurly's ‘Love is More Than Words (or Better Late Than Never)' from side three. Next, ruthlessly excise that track's soft outer covering (ie: the bit called ‘the song'), then place the rest (i.e.: Gary Rowles' viciously and heroically inspired dragster-on-a-skidpan axe worship) in a shallow wok and baste that hi-cal sucker until the spitting fat is showering all and sundry. Next, reduce the insane results to a sickeningly rich broth and decant said broth into a large syringe. Finally, inject the whole sticky mess up the puckered ass of the current Indie Scene and STAND WELL BACK !!! With 20/20 hindsight, of course, Gregory Raimo's methods of navigation could not have been more obvious. For Raimo has, in ultra-simplistic terms, merely excavated his way through the path of least resistance, skirting around anything too ‘too too' to put a finger on, and thusly skateboarded down Free Rock's main street, appropriating everything labelled ‘iconic', ‘moronic' or ‘Property of Sonic Youth'. But Raimo's True Genius lies in his incredible self-confidence, his Greed (nay, his NEED) and his determination to render so many of these Public things his own, that – in an act of Cultural Kleptomania somewhat akin to TS Eliot's ‘The Wasteland' – the Stellar Moments of All Guitar Jizz are – from this Year Zero Onwards - ALL HIS!!! You can almost hear this Grenoble Savage screaming: “Robert Quine? He's Mine!” as he slams a dog-eared copy of Richard Hell's BLANK GENERATION Stiff 7” into his travelling bag, carefully wedging it in alongside all the other essential & inevitable spiky detritus; Friction's LIVE '79 album (especially ‘Big-S') giving Reck's vocal blueprint for rendering J. Rotten's ‘Bodies'-vocal style entirely one's own, High Rise's SPEED FREE SONIC and HIGH RISE 2 for the production (non) values, the Reed Brothers' ‘Upside Down' 45 (but played at 78 for the rush & roar), Metal Urbain's tinnitus epic ‘Paris Maquis' 7” for the disorientating shock value that a 6/4 riff can bring to buzzsaw punk rock (heart-stopping time signature changes pervade this Gunslingers release), Chaingang's ‘Son of Sam' 45, Tom Verlaine & Richard Hell's 1974 Neon Boys' single ‘That's All I Know Right Now', and all topped off by the Velvet Underground's ‘I Heard Her Call My Name' (to be deployed as Raimo's evidence to Gunslingers' hapless drummer that it's okay for his incredible playing to have been rendered almost entirely inaudible for the entire duration of the proceedings). That Gunslingers have achieved all of their distillations in just nine songs and in under 37 minutes infers that the magickal and mystical qualities of many early AC/DC and Van Halen LPs may not have been merely accidents or coincidences; perhaps they were truly Gnostic rock'n'roll devices. So do please listen with reverence and care to this Album of the Month and try to find the time to sink deep deep down into its ether. For, despite the ironical title, NO MORE INVENTION seethes, rages and constantly hollers out great eternal Druidical truths (and with such effortless style) that future record libraries without a copy of this LP will risk being declassified and shut down instantly. Of course, I'll now be forced to conclude this review with the one single (time honoured) word that befits such a glamorous & clamorous art statement…
… Yowzah!
Gunslingers - No More Invention
/ (CD from www.worldinsound.com)
There are moments in my life (and very likely yours), when only some scuzzed up, guitar heavy rock and roll will do, those moments when the Stooges or Mudhoney (insert your own favourite) reach the top of the pile, turned up way too loud, blowing away the filth and pain the world has thrown at you. Well, now you can add another name to the list as Gunslingers grab the spirit of rock and roll by the throat and give it a damn good shakin' (all over).
After the brief and noisy introduction of “Into The Garage”, this classic three-piece get serious with “Lighter Slinger Festival” twelve minutes of distorted guitar ecstasy, with Gregory Raimo giving his fretboard a full-on workout, creating a tsunami of noise you can easily get lost in, the kind of song that is exhausting to listen to, but oh so addictive.
Of course you can't abuse a guitar like that without a solid rhythm section, and much kudos must be given to Matthieu Canaguler (Bass) and Antoine Hadjioannou (drums), both as solid and heavy as a charging rhino, keeping the songs moving at a frenetic pace.
Once the band have got into their stride, the rest of the album is filled with short bursts of serious noise, with titles such as “San Pedros Hallucination”, “The Beheaded Motorbikers head” and “The Ministers Black Veil”, giving you some idea of the kind of trip you can expect. Indeed, there is no reprieve, no mercy as the band pile on the pressure, the band walking the line between punk, garage and strangeness with assured abandon, the whole disc thirty five minutes of destructive bliss. Go get one, Turn it up and scream your troubles away. (Simon Lewis).
Aquarius Records (see web)
GUNSLINGERS - No More Invention (World In Sound)
NOW ON VINYL!! Woah. What a surprise! See, the German psych/prog/kraut specialists at World In Sound have been responsible for a lot of cool '60s/'70s reissues and comps (Cold Sun, Modulo 1000, Psychedelic Minds Vol.1...) but they also have released some unfortunately not-so-hot cds by a bunch of modern prog and stoner rock bands doing the retro thing, and well, we haven't reviewed any of those based on the old "if you don't have anything nice to say..." principle. Just not worth bothering. BUT, that was until this disc came along. Like we said, a surprise. This Julian Cope approved (Record Of The Month for August '08 on his Head Heritage website) band has come up with a doozy of debut (?) here, a real humdinger from these Gallic guitarslingers. Featuring Matthieu Canaguier on "thunderbass", Antoine Hadhoannou on "prophetic drums", and most importantly, badass-in-chief Gregory Raimo on "guitar & guitar lighter, yaya preach, feedback", this trio's No More Invention sounds something like the French answer to The Heads, or White Hills, or even Mainliner. Utter aggro over the top distortodelic geetar excess. Frickin' savage. SAVAGE.
Nope, not at all what we'd have expected from World In Sound. Not only have they found a current signing that's good, in fact great, said signing are also a lot more punk than we'd have thought. Heck we bet these guys grew up on Metal Urbain, maybe even Soggy! The rabid vocals are somewhere betwixt Johnny Rotten and Mark E. Smith, babbling indecipherably. They also remind us a bit of the guy from The Trashmen (if "Surfin' Bird" was a raving, epick 12:50 long biker/garage meltdown blowout kraut jam called "Lighter Slinger Festival", ferinstance). Some other song titles, just to whet yer sick appetites: "Into The Garage", "The Beheaded Motorbiker's Head", "Black Dwarf Man", "Gigolo Albinos", and (uh-oh) "Auschwitz Boogie". Nothing holy here. Simply full tilt, fucked up, freaking out-out-out. Don't come looking to Gunslingers for songs and melodies and suchlike. Come looking for the blinding white lighting of FX overloaded, speed freak amp-sploitation, and the rhythm section rough-and-tumble of mainlined rock action energy, and you'll find it. Timeless stuff, heck if this WAS a '70s acid-punk reissue we would be less surprised. Gunslingers could do battle with the likes of Gaseneta, based on what we're hearing here. Recommended!
Low Cut (see web)
Gunslingers - No More Inventions CD / (World In Sound)
Written by Jens
Friday, 19 September 2008 09:55
Saw the album cover (a guitar), read the name (Gunslingers) and thought, oh well, yet another Swedish action rawk release. Stupid, stupid me, couldn't have been more wrong with this unique French trio led by guitar sorcerer Gregory Raimo. Free Jazz Rock meets Hardcore Post Punk? Krautrock on PCP? Skronk No Wave? They call themselves 'Massacre-Rock Deviant Inquisitors', but Gunslingers really defy any rigid categorizations... it's fast, trippy, weird and sonically supercharged 'busy' head music for the adventurous. The guitar fuzz explosions are all over the place, the drums are pounding like some mad ebola disease and it's all soaked in bizarre vocals OD'ed by echoes. "No More Invention" is so intense it's almost shocking, I'd kill to see'em live! The 12+ minutes long "Light Slinger Festival" is probably my favorite, but the other eight (3-4 mins long) tunes are excellent as well, not a dud in sight. The album title is somewhat of a contradiction, since Gunslingers ,although aware of the past, seem extremely inventive in their approach to rock'n'roll. Not for the faint of heart or narrowminded. To my knowledge Gregory Raimo has previously released a 12” EP, "Xperiment From Within The Tentacular", under the name GR.
http://www.myspace.com/gunslingerspace
If you dig: Imagine a punkrock version of Acid Mother Temple, Les Rallizes Denudes and Neu!
Planet Trash (see web)
No More Invention - Gunslingers
Zondag 27 Juli 2008 at 11:10 pm
Normaal gesproken zijn de zomermaanden bij uitstek de maanden dat er op het gebied van nieuwe platen weinig te melden valt. Dit jaar is dat gelukkig anders. Het lijkt er de laatste tijd op of er iedere week een goede plaat wordt uitgebracht. Mag ook wel, want 2008 heeft ons tot aan de zomer nog niet echt verwend met mooi werk. Naast nieuwe platen van namen waarvan je het mag verwachten (bijvoorbeeld Jay Reatard en Tricky) zijn er deze zomer ook platen verschenen van tot dusver onbekende namen (bijvoorbeeld Five Dollar Priest en The War On Drugs). In die laatste categorie hoort ook Gunslingers thuis. Dit Franse trio heeft een geweldige gitaarfreakplaat in mekaar geknutseld. Furieuze riffs worden afgewisseld noise-erupties. Alsof het geen enkele moeite kost. Nou ja, de vingers gaan er van bloeden en de oren beginnen te suizen. En dan heb je de eerste twee nummers nog maar gehad. Op No More Invention is er geen houden meer aan. Denk niet aan morgen, laat je meevoeren op de gitaargolven van Gunslingers en waan je voor even in een andere wereld.
Fort Worth Weekly (see web)
Gunslingers / No More Invention
(World In Sound)
By Ken Shimamoto / Tuesday, 13 January 2009 18:00
When this debut disc by a trio from the unlikely birthplace of San Pedro, France, arrived in a blaze of hype from muso-rockcrit-historian Julian Cope's influential Head Heritage web site, I was a mite skeptical. The search for more and bigger rock 'n' roll thrills - those often elusive "raw wails from the bottom of the guts" famously championed by Lester Bangs - has bred a form of X-treme! rock. Japanese bands like High Rise, Mainliner, and Les Rallizes Denudes perfected - and made entire careers out of - the monolithic slabs of sound originated by White Light/White Heat-era Velvet Underground and Vincebus Eruptum-era Blue Cheer. Take those influences, add a dollop of '70s New York "no wave" noise, and you've got an idea what these Gunslingers are up to.
"Into the Garage" starts things off with a thunderous salvo from drummer Antoine Hadjioannou before guitarist-singer Gregory Raimo unleashes his acidulated fuzztone thrash over the rhythm section's clatter and clangor. Here and elsewhere, Raimo's echo-laden vocals - spouting incomprehensible gibberish - evoke a zanier version of Les Rallizes Denudes leader Takashi Mizutani. (Either that or a demented insect trying to sing the Trashmen's "Surfin' Bird.") On the 13-minute tour de force "Light Slinger Festival," Raimo lays down a sonic barrage of atonal guitar fury, riding his whammy bar into feedback oblivion, while bass and drums bash away with relentless abandon. "The Minister's Black Veil" starts out with backward-masked weirdness, giving way to a blast of mutated surf punk fury, its title inspired by a Nathaniel Hawthorne short story (quite literate, those Euros are). Gunslingers' music is unremitting in its brutal assault - and that's meant as a compliment. They're playing at the Chat Room Pub on March 18 with The Great Tyrant and Spindrift. Bring earplugs.
Reckless Records (see web)
GUNSLINGERS
NO MORE INVENTION (IMP, DIGIPAK)
World In Sound
French trio led by battle ax grinder Gregory Raimo, Matthieu Canaguier on "thunderbass," and Antoine Hadhoannou on "prophetic drums." Trying to tag this group with a singular genre that defines their sound and persona is a tough one. Elements of punk, post rock, psychedelia, and metal form the Gunsligers' palette, and are responsible for keeping our hopes alive for music that just doesn't fit into predefined expectations. Gaining the approval of Julian Cope ("No More Invention" was named album of the month on his website), Gunslingers release this full-length on World In Sound Records. For fans of 70's acid-punk, the Stooges, or Blue Cheer. Out there stuff for those out there addicts.
San Francisco Weekly (see web)
Track of the Day: Gunslingers
By Jennifer Maerz in MP3 of the Day
Thursday, Mar. 5 2009 @ 9:47AM
Who knew the missing link between Japan and Detroit was in France? Grenoble act Gunslingers profess to perform "massacre rock," and yeah, that pretty much sums up the group's heavy on the fuckedupeffects whitenoisefeedback powerdrumming...lemme just say the music's a doozy. It's a dirty bomb of Stooges dirge and Tokyo speaker sprawl, with more than a bit of Lemme intensity driving the explosion. It's hard to tell where the accent's coming from with all those echoes giving the vocals the spins, but as Julian Cope wrote in his review of Gunslingers' No More Invention, this record ain't nothin to mess with (or, to put it more succintly, Cope recommends of Invention: "inject the whole sticky mess up the puckered ass of the current Indie Scene and STAND WELL BACK !!!"). Those not part of that puckered ass may stand well close to Gunslingers next week, when the band is lined up to smoke the Hemlock stage on Thursday, March 12. Start the shock treatement early, though, by giving "The Minister's Black Veil" a spin.
Gunslingers at The Hemlock Tavern / 3.12.09 / live report
Gunslingers at Talking Head Club (Baltimore)
04.3.03 / live report
Raven Sings The Blues (see web)
Gunslingers / 4.16.2009
French music's been pegged with a lot of connotations... and a breeding ground for psychedelic garage punk hasn't really ever been one of them. But you know what? Gunslingers are damn sure gonna have a say about that. Rearing their head on a label mostly known for digging up reissues rather than pulling out exceptional new talent, the band reeks of dirty leathers and wet tar but with a strangely occult menace hanging not too far over their heads. Not many bands will grab your attention with a quick dirty rumble and then launch headlong into a 12-minute crazed psych jam with a handle like "Lighter Slinger Festival". Gunslingers though they've got no real rules holding them down, hell this isn't even the only genre the members have mastered, they also tear things apart in the more metal edged Aluk Todo. Extra-curricular activities notwithstanding, its No More Invention is really the best thing they've put together and this album simply throttles from needle drop to run out. Now maybe praise will shift to the new French psychedelia and off the ever-present dance moves.
Buckminstah (see web)
Oh! You Pretty Sounds *Gunslingers* / agosto 30, 2008
Le Garage-Core
Gunslingers No More Invention (Julio 2008)
Luego de interminables semanas (2) de ardua búsqueda y sin cupo de cadivi, por fin pude dar con un formato descargable del 1er. y nuevo disco de Gunslingers. La recompensa a mi esfuerzo llegó con olor a cable quemado por el que inexplicablemente seguía pasando corriente. Luego de recibir una fuerte descarga eléctrica de 36:52 minutos ya estaba listo para aguantarla una vez más... y otra... y otra...
Directo desde San Pedro, Francia - por la Riviera, cerca de Cannes tal vez, puede que sea hasta una islita -, llega Gregory Raimo como autor material e intelectual de un sangriento atentado en contra de las nociones estructuradas y amables en las que han venido cayendo algunos en el rock. Por suerte consiguió su objetivo y en vez de deshacerse del arma homicida, la dejó en el lugar de los hechos junto a una nota que decía así: "Gunslingers / No More Invention".
Raimo, junto a dos implicados más; Antoine Hadjioannou y Matthieu Canaguier, lo llaman Massacre-rock.
Algunos testigos declararon haber escuchado destellos que los llevaron hasta los momentos más explosivos de la psycho-psicodelia de Acid Mothers Temple, pero dicen haber olvidado de repente al colectivo japonés para escuchar un trío francés descargando salvaje y eufóricamente su propia interpretación de la música libre, dándoles una descabellada cátedra de rock. Una de las víctimas resultó tener 6 cuerdas.
Escuchar el disco completo es una prueba que pasarán quienes tengan afinado su gusto por sonidos que generalmente abusan de la tolerancia de muchos. Puedes decidir si comienzas, escuchando algunas canciones en el Myspace de Gunslingers
File Under (see web)
Gunslingers - No More Invention / (World in Sound)
04 september 2008 - 20:50
Bij mij is het toch wel vaak zo dat ik een concert van een band beter vind dan hun plaat. Het komt denk ik doordat je de muziek meer voelt in een zaal dan clean uit je speakers. Bij No-Man gold raar genoeg het omgekeerde. Hoe goed het zestal ook zijn best deed, het bijna klinische geluid van hun cd vertaalt naar het podium bleek niet het bizar hoge niveau te kunnen halen van de prestaties op plaat. Dat vond ik best jammer, want ik had er veel meer verwacht. Om deze semi-vieze smaak weg te spoelen besloot ik eenmaal thuis gekomen maar om de stortkoker met herrie even flink open te trekken. Daaruit kwam vervolgens No More Invention, het album van de Gunsklingers gerold. Dat zou er wel eens even voor zorgen dat ik weer wat meer positieve energie zou voelen. Gelijk bij het openingsnummer "Into The Garage" wordt het psychedelische gaspedaal flink ingedrukt en de voet die zorgt voor het spacey geluid blijft daar mooi bijna veertig minuten zitten. Alleen als er kramp dreigt mag die voet er even vanaf. Verder jakkeren deze drie Fransen recht zo die gaat door. Bizar is dat het tweede nummer "Lighter Slinger Festival" maar liefst bijna dertien minuten duurt. Da's meer iets voor symfonerds zou je zeggen. Het liedje is een absurde rollercoasterride met een alsmaar repeterende basriff waar overheen de gitaren van Gregory Raimo als een wildeman te keer gaan en hij jengelt, de zeldzame woorden die hij zingt, als een mager speenvarken in nood of als praatzanger die een kruising is van RATM met dubbele dub.
Gunslingers/No More Invention
Worlds in Sound / (2008)
Gunslingers es un trío de origen francés que presenta una propuesta musical en base a guitarras que parecieran estar fuera de control, tomando prestado mucho elementos de la psicodelia, la cual se entrelaza con numerosos pasajes totalmente deconstructivos y probablemente alimentado por el siempre útil combustible creativo que suponen ser ciertos tipos de drogas.
El psicodélico caos y descontrol generado por la banda, asegura un frenético estado mental mientras dura la audición del disco, logrando climas similares a los primeros trabajos de Comets on Fire pero con una carga deconstructiva y urgente, que deja de lado las largas composiciones de bandas que podrían ser encasilladas dentro de un estilo mas o menos similar.
“San Pedro Hallucination”, uno de los cortes del disco sugiere la fuente del combustible psicodélico que hace gala del sonido de la banda, pero la verdad es que este es solo un componente mas de la receta. Al ir asociando sonidos, se vienen a la mente gente y bandas como Keiji Haino, High Rise, Teenage Jesus and The Jerks, Captain Beefheart o Les Rallizes Denudes.
Intensidad a niveles frenéticos. Disco ideal para esos días en que se necesita un buen remezón para despertar.
Iván Daguer.
Warehouse Records (see web)
GUNSLINGERS - no more invention (LP)
*Acid Avant-Punk/Trippy Freakout-Noise Rockers 1st ('08)*
Sur le label allemand World In Sound Rds, les Français Gunslingers fricotent une recette heavy-psychedelic avec guitariste en solo quasi-perpétuel, chanteur sous acide psalmodiant des incantations inquiétantes et rythmique obsédante qui tape continuellement sur le même mantra rouillé sans faiblir (y'a même un morceau de 12 minutes !). Une redoutable expérience lysergique et électrique, jusqu'au-boutiste et jubilatoire, pour speedfreaks confirmés. Ils me font un peu penser aux groupes les plus dangereux de la famille Nova Express Rds...
(www.worldinsound.com)
How exactly did someone manage to program a 3 night (alleged) psych fest in Austin this weekend but neglect to book San Pedro, France's GUNSLINGERS? A deconstructo trio whose not-so-nuanced approach recalls at various times the Groundhogs, Mick Farren's Deviants, Sonics Rendezvous Band or the sludgier moments of the Bevis Frond, the Gunslingers are making their first Austin visit this Sunday. That it falls outside the confines of anything Black Angels-sanctioned is all the more reason why these visitors to our beautiful city need our help.
Flight 13
Gunslingers / No More Invention
Die Gunslingers sind verrückt! Hier trifft irrer Acid-Avant-Punk auf trippigen Noise, hypnotische Beats auf Butthole Surfers-Wahnsinn, kantige Synthies auf groovende Bässe und Feedback-Orgien. Aufgenommen in nur drei Tagen zerhackstückeln die Gunslingers alles was ihnen in die Finger gelangt - verschachtelte Songstrukturen, wenn man denn überhaupt von Strukturen reden kann, nennen wir es lieber Improvisationen zwischen Hendrix und Zappa! Verrücktes Teil! Album of the month by Julian Cope (Head Heritage / Aug 2008) *WIS Julian Cope's Head Heritage
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