<b>Date:</b> Monday, November 27<br>
<b>Time:</b> 10:00 PM<br>
<b>Location:</b> <a href="/Delta of Venus">Delta of Venus</a><br><br>
<a href="/KDVS">KDVS</a> Presents at the <a href="/Delta of Venus">Delta of Venus</a>
<br>a night of intense sludge psychedelia from the heavens with....
<br>
<br>Grey Daturas (Melbourne, Australia)
<br>Mammatus (Corralitos, Ca; Holy Mountain)
<br>
<br>A show the DOV is lucky to get, on a tour where Grey Daturas is playing Slims, Bottom of the Hill....
<br>
<br>late start- 10pm, $5 cover, all ages
<br>
<br><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v668/blboyle/greydaturas.jpg?t=1164391626">http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v668/blboyle/greydaturas.jpg?t=1164391626</a>
<br>
<br>Aquarius Records(USA)
<br>Online review from New Arrivals List
<br>213, 13 May 2005
<br>
<br>Album of the Week
<br>Grey Daturas: Dead in the Woods Album Review
<br>
<br>It's weird to think about the world before the Internet. Little pockets of bands in out of the way places, producing wild and wonderful music that outside of a few tape traders and cool record stores just didn't get heard. In some ways the advent of immediate worldwide communication has been a wellspring of amazing music, since now, some kid who records in his bedroom in Finland, can now be heard by anyone in the world. Anywhere. Any time. The downside is of course the proliferation of bands whose material maybe didn't need worldwide exposure, music that was just fine where it was, in the bedroom or the basement. Thankfully this particular release is a definite example of the former. Australia has produced some killer rock over the years, from AC/DC to Radio Birdman to Lubricated Goat (one of Allan and Andee's favorites) to the Dirty Three to more obscure noiserock bands like Budd or the Dumb And The Ugly or Primitive Calculators. A few lists back we reviewed an awesome disc by the band Whitehorse, whose epic sludge-y, drone-y dirge definitely hit the Sunn 0))) / Earth / Corrupted / Khanate spot. The guys in Whitehorse suggested we check out another Aussie outfit (also from Melbourne) a two guys and a gal trio called the Grey Daturas, who only a few weeks later just showed up in our store with a box full of cds, about to embark on their first US tour. And while the Daturas are indeed heavy and droney, their sound is less slow motion sludge and more blown out fuzzy psych rock. A blurry druggy mix of Hawkwind, the Dead C, Comets On Fire, Residual Echoes, Dead Meadow and Bardo Pond. The Daturas' sound is all over the map, from churning, throbbing fuzzdrug churn, with squealing feedback and choppy uneven riffing, to drifting dreamy stripped down post rock, all careening wildly between thick swaths of super overdriven psych fuzz, and drenched in crumbly distortion and all manner of wah. When they kick out the jams, it's fierce and mesmerizing, pounding and relentless, with simple propulsive percussion and spaced out swirl. Often stretching out into head nodding Krautrock jams, spacious and hypnotic. When the storms calm and the band drifts off and just sort of meanders, we're reminded of Codeine and other like minded practitioners of drowsy, druggy slow core. Still noisy, but mellow and intense, brooding and subtly aggressive.
<br>
<br>The Grey Daturas are all instrumental which as you probably know we tend to dig, since there's nothing like a bad singer to ruin a perfectly good band, but there's always the risk of bands with no vocalists to be really really boring. But because a lot of the Daturas' tunes are improvised, and the band is willing to take all kinds of musical chances (they often switch instruments, sometimes perform as a duo with no drummer, etc...) it never gets boring, instead it becomes the perfect mix of droning free rock, kick ass instrumental post rock, buzzing druggy psych and even occasional blasts of full on metal. Mix in some cool song titles: "The Hanging Man Is No Peacock", "Force Is A Weapon Of The Weak", as well as some oddly political song titles (but more sort of Sixties politics): "For Huey P. Newton and Bobby Seale", "Night Of The Barricade: Paris 1968", a gorgeous washed out black, brown and grey cardboard sleeve, and a totally kick ass live show (they performed admirably with a handful of fill-in drummers here, even teaming up with art noise outfit the Yellow Swans for one show), and you've got one of our favorite new bands / releases. AND they're recording a new record right here in SF when they get back from tour...yay!
<br>
<br><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v668/blboyle/Mammatus.gif?t=1164391689">http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v668/blboyle/Mammatus.gif?t=1164391689</a>
<br>
<br>Mammatus
<br>
<br>There is a town named Corralitos in the southern corner of Santa Cruz county that boasts the world's greatest sausage company as its only establishment of note. These sausages as well as the wealth of natural beauty found in the surrounding mountains, trees, rocks, and pristine valleys fuel the minds and bodies of four local dudes who call themselves Mammatus. Taking their name from the heaviest cloud found on our home planet, Mammatus harness instruments and amplifiers with the brave intent of transforming the natural beauty and massive fury that lies in the earth into acoustic energy. Using crude, self taught methods of instrumentation, they bang away for long periods of time employing ridiculously heavy riffs paired with harrowing widdly wah your face off guitar wankery, brain bending electric noodling, and ogre-esque drum bashing. Faintly through the haze a tale is told, the tale that never ends, of wizards and dragons, of swords and trees and mountains and fire. Of earth. Mammatus formed in the beginning of 2005 and played their first show at the silent planet in Corralitos on March 20. Since then they have played extensively in living rooms and dive bars in Santa Cruz, opened for more reputable bands in San Francisco, and toured the United States scraping for change. Along the way their performances have left many a dude and dudette with sore necks. In the spring of 2005 with no money and no label Mammatus recorded four songs in their makeshift garage studio using some cheapo computer junk. After jamming everything live, laying down some solos and vocals, and running everything back through the amps in the reverberant room multiple times, they came out with some righteous tunes clocking in at just under an hour. The Hawkwindy whoopdiedoos, Sabbathy riffering, and Sleepy feedback drones attracted the attention of Holy Mountain records in San Francisco and Rocket Records in the UK, who both released their self titled debut album on March 28, 2006. The artwork was done by the mighty Arik Moonhawk Roper and it looks like this.....
<br>
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<b>Time:</b> 10:00 PM<br>
<b>Location:</b> <a href="/Delta of Venus">Delta of Venus</a><br><br>
<a href="/KDVS">KDVS</a> Presents at the <a href="/Delta of Venus">Delta of Venus</a>
<br>a night of intense sludge psychedelia from the heavens with....
<br>
<br>Grey Daturas (Melbourne, Australia)
<br>Mammatus (Corralitos, Ca; Holy Mountain)
<br>
<br>A show the DOV is lucky to get, on a tour where Grey Daturas is playing Slims, Bottom of the Hill....
<br>
<br>late start- 10pm, $5 cover, all ages
<br>
<br><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v668/blboyle/greydaturas.jpg?t=1164391626">http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v668/blboyle/greydaturas.jpg?t=1164391626</a>
<br>
<br>Aquarius Records(USA)
<br>Online review from New Arrivals List
<br>213, 13 May 2005
<br>
<br>Album of the Week
<br>Grey Daturas: Dead in the Woods Album Review
<br>
<br>It's weird to think about the world before the Internet. Little pockets of bands in out of the way places, producing wild and wonderful music that outside of a few tape traders and cool record stores just didn't get heard. In some ways the advent of immediate worldwide communication has been a wellspring of amazing music, since now, some kid who records in his bedroom in Finland, can now be heard by anyone in the world. Anywhere. Any time. The downside is of course the proliferation of bands whose material maybe didn't need worldwide exposure, music that was just fine where it was, in the bedroom or the basement. Thankfully this particular release is a definite example of the former. Australia has produced some killer rock over the years, from AC/DC to Radio Birdman to Lubricated Goat (one of Allan and Andee's favorites) to the Dirty Three to more obscure noiserock bands like Budd or the Dumb And The Ugly or Primitive Calculators. A few lists back we reviewed an awesome disc by the band Whitehorse, whose epic sludge-y, drone-y dirge definitely hit the Sunn 0))) / Earth / Corrupted / Khanate spot. The guys in Whitehorse suggested we check out another Aussie outfit (also from Melbourne) a two guys and a gal trio called the Grey Daturas, who only a few weeks later just showed up in our store with a box full of cds, about to embark on their first US tour. And while the Daturas are indeed heavy and droney, their sound is less slow motion sludge and more blown out fuzzy psych rock. A blurry druggy mix of Hawkwind, the Dead C, Comets On Fire, Residual Echoes, Dead Meadow and Bardo Pond. The Daturas' sound is all over the map, from churning, throbbing fuzzdrug churn, with squealing feedback and choppy uneven riffing, to drifting dreamy stripped down post rock, all careening wildly between thick swaths of super overdriven psych fuzz, and drenched in crumbly distortion and all manner of wah. When they kick out the jams, it's fierce and mesmerizing, pounding and relentless, with simple propulsive percussion and spaced out swirl. Often stretching out into head nodding Krautrock jams, spacious and hypnotic. When the storms calm and the band drifts off and just sort of meanders, we're reminded of Codeine and other like minded practitioners of drowsy, druggy slow core. Still noisy, but mellow and intense, brooding and subtly aggressive.
<br>
<br>The Grey Daturas are all instrumental which as you probably know we tend to dig, since there's nothing like a bad singer to ruin a perfectly good band, but there's always the risk of bands with no vocalists to be really really boring. But because a lot of the Daturas' tunes are improvised, and the band is willing to take all kinds of musical chances (they often switch instruments, sometimes perform as a duo with no drummer, etc...) it never gets boring, instead it becomes the perfect mix of droning free rock, kick ass instrumental post rock, buzzing druggy psych and even occasional blasts of full on metal. Mix in some cool song titles: "The Hanging Man Is No Peacock", "Force Is A Weapon Of The Weak", as well as some oddly political song titles (but more sort of Sixties politics): "For Huey P. Newton and Bobby Seale", "Night Of The Barricade: Paris 1968", a gorgeous washed out black, brown and grey cardboard sleeve, and a totally kick ass live show (they performed admirably with a handful of fill-in drummers here, even teaming up with art noise outfit the Yellow Swans for one show), and you've got one of our favorite new bands / releases. AND they're recording a new record right here in SF when they get back from tour...yay!
<br>
<br><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v668/blboyle/Mammatus.gif?t=1164391689">http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v668/blboyle/Mammatus.gif?t=1164391689</a>
<br>
<br>Mammatus
<br>
<br>There is a town named Corralitos in the southern corner of Santa Cruz county that boasts the world's greatest sausage company as its only establishment of note. These sausages as well as the wealth of natural beauty found in the surrounding mountains, trees, rocks, and pristine valleys fuel the minds and bodies of four local dudes who call themselves Mammatus. Taking their name from the heaviest cloud found on our home planet, Mammatus harness instruments and amplifiers with the brave intent of transforming the natural beauty and massive fury that lies in the earth into acoustic energy. Using crude, self taught methods of instrumentation, they bang away for long periods of time employing ridiculously heavy riffs paired with harrowing widdly wah your face off guitar wankery, brain bending electric noodling, and ogre-esque drum bashing. Faintly through the haze a tale is told, the tale that never ends, of wizards and dragons, of swords and trees and mountains and fire. Of earth. Mammatus formed in the beginning of 2005 and played their first show at the silent planet in Corralitos on March 20. Since then they have played extensively in living rooms and dive bars in Santa Cruz, opened for more reputable bands in San Francisco, and toured the United States scraping for change. Along the way their performances have left many a dude and dudette with sore necks. In the spring of 2005 with no money and no label Mammatus recorded four songs in their makeshift garage studio using some cheapo computer junk. After jamming everything live, laying down some solos and vocals, and running everything back through the amps in the reverberant room multiple times, they came out with some righteous tunes clocking in at just under an hour. The Hawkwindy whoopdiedoos, Sabbathy riffering, and Sleepy feedback drones attracted the attention of Holy Mountain records in San Francisco and Rocket Records in the UK, who both released their self titled debut album on March 28, 2006. The artwork was done by the mighty Arik Moonhawk Roper and it looks like this.....
<br>
<br> (Posted by <a href="http://daviswiki.org/BrendanBoyle">BrendanBoyle</a>)<br><br><a href='http://daviswiki.org/Events_Board' target='_blank'>http://daviswiki.org/Events_Board</a><br><br>