Friday, January 15, 2016
hokkei quartet - self-titled (digital, self-released)
a right messy stew, but interestingly levitational in the conjure game. a quiet under-breath foursome unique, wading in low volume hunting with an elixir of intrusionary ballast. anchored to a street-market performance style, nutso enough to put off the keeps, but wilder for the fuck-is-this? crowd.
the longer the squabbles are held and drums are flurried, the more-purely it points at not-just-carnivalesque musicianship.
horns and what sound like rubber band technologies go toe to toe, drums sit nice in the pocket (great drum-work throughout) behind growing mouth-sound breathing broken-circle gloop. this maintains.
goose horn squealing/powerful tip-top building max-out, fried and peaking. and once in full swing holy-shit this gets bombing. and without having to ask, they decidedly square up to a thunderous and racket-inducing squall.
a voice jumps out, an engine-like guitar rumbles along keeping good time (just keep going), a plunger-bell sits one level higher than the scratchy score, and the group-play in nice recorded stereo severs the freer jazz has-to-be-fire rulebook. they know how to get hot, they just don't throw all the wood in the fire at once. they've spent too much time chopping it specifically.