Butcher’s Deck Vol. 1

Published: June 17, 2018

Butcher’s Deck Vol. I

Hasaan Ibn Ali (born William Henry Langford Jr.) had played with every bop heavy throughout his life, from young impresarios like Clifford Brown all the way down to Miles Davis at his creative peak. He’d lead his own ensembles, figured as a key aspect in several iconic live sessions, and his layered, intricate and highly pliant playing style has long since been considered to be the main inspiration behind Coltrane’s sheets of sounds recording approach. The sole studio recording the legendary pianist has ever figured on however was a collaborative session with the Max Roach Quintet. The opening piece off the album is a thrilling show of his prowess on the keys, loose and unafraid to go into odd corners and the perfect way to kick off the first installment of this little jukebox.

 

Swedish new-wavers with a propensity to slide into prolonged dub dirges, Commando M. Pigg merged post-punk, krautrock and deep dark dense bass into the sort of extended thickly-atmospheric dance numbers that immediately start pulsing off in your temples when you take molly in a dimly-lit pub.

 

Sexily melancholic, this patient slow dance tune by The Raincoats is packed with so many brilliant little touches (trumpet squeaks, throaty ululating, penny whistles, Caribbean percussion). It all comes together into a busy ecosystem that sways you into oblivion. Available on Rough Trade re-issues of Moving, the band’s third full-length.

 

A hyper-short darkwave ditty from a relatively young band. Horrid Red adorn their post-punk experiments in thick layers of vox distortion, fuzz and noise. It all sounds like radio signals reaching for you from some faraway wintry coast. Beauty.

 

A dubby rasta love song from Jamaica’s smoothest crooner. That rowdy brass will get you every time. Come swing and wobble with me.

 

Medium Medium were some of England’s tightest and best punk-funk outfits, and this saucy, cantillated tune off their sole LP The Glitterhouse comfortably stands up to anything by Talking Heads.

 

A cover of the self-titled song from the short-lived post-punk band, Big Black’s take on Rema-Rema is airy and sad, but packs a hell of a punch, in true Albini fashion.

 

The matriarch of dub-influenced punk, Vivien Goldman has left such a sneakily vast imprint on the UK and global scenes, it’s a travesty so few people sing her praises. Her early experiments with disco, funk and deep dub found their way into the work of Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Public Image Ltd. and countless others. In rare tactful and earnest moment, John Lydon has been nothing but complimentary of this chronically underlooked visionary.

 

Mutant Pubへようこそ by Japanese avant-garde vanguards Daisuck & Prostitute is a perfect marriage between no-wave and a more conventional punkesque freakout. Skronking sax bursts and mad guitars ride over a steady bass foundation. Strongly recommended for those whose comfort zone of dancing is leaping around frantically.

 

The B-Side from the single that first thrust the Grand Dame of first-wave punk onto a stage and into the masturbation fantasies of angular boys and girls from the Bowery’s slummy corners and all the way uptown. Piss Factory is a fucking rave gem.

 

Enjoy..

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