Habitat’s most recent album is a derailed ghost train. It is a deformed Eno stripped to just a beat-box. It’s predominantly dark, moaning with echoes; the vocals are a grotesque dissonant timbre. “Put Your Baby on the Train” is Evol-like paranoia. I think of Dali’s Car or Swans, but Rich Eckersley and Kelly O’Hare, the duo who perform as Habitat, are in their own category.
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HABITAT: YOU CAN’T ARGUE WITH NATURE
April 15th, 2011 · No Comments
SWANS: THERE’S THE GUY WITH THE PENIS!
February 28th, 2011 · 1 Comment
Michael Gira grew up in L.A. but left a trail of blood and fake semen behind him when he split for New York City and started the great annihilator known as SWANS. After a slow and beautiful transition from primitive brutality to brutal beauty, SWANS went nova on Soundtracks for the Blind and ended for more than ten years. Now Gira has awakened SWANS again. He speaks from between Texas and Tulsa. This interview by Chris Ziegler.
TEENAGE JESUS AND THE JERKS: NOTHING COULD POSSIBLY DISGUST ME
October 6th, 2009 · 1 Comment
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks were arguably one of the most feralized bands on the No New York compilation and Lydia Lunch would only penetrate deeper and deeper from there. A one-shot reunion show in New York last year has become a mini-tour that will visit L.A., but after that, says Lunch, it’s done and buried. Brutalization follows. This interview by Chris Ziegler.
