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June 21, 2006
Inca Ore, Portland, anytime would be fine
This is less a show review than a promise of a show review, or a quick (I’m bound, soon, for a field I found this morning full of new raspberries) typed desire/wish/plea to see a show/have a show booked. Last night as I was nodding off, I put on the Inca Ore record, the brand new one, and sunk into the river mud for a while. It was all taps on hollow metal and past life mummers and the sound of breath through hollowed femur bones. With the lights out, and with some bad being-alive-these-days boogie-fear beating around in my skull, I found valleys in the music that were strange and poisonous and that gasped for life while mortality raced all crazily ahead and dark humanness growled and rustled. It was beautiful, smart, and original, and it was just what I needed. It is, I think, an important (if only for me and my fucked and desperate headspace) piece of music.
I’m writing about this for Team Tinnitus because Eva and I’s bands share the same PR and doing it anywhere else might be a conflict of interest. (I think. I don’t know. I’m going to find out.) And I’m writing about it now because, before any summer plans get made, I’d like to put a call out for a Portland show. Anywhere. All-ages would be great. The record, a collab with Lemon Bear, is called The Birds in the Bushes, and it’ll be out on 5RC August 22.
Posted by Adam Gnade at June 21, 2006 5:40 PM
Comments
you and eva have PR? woah. deeper!
Posted by: adam Forkner at June 22, 2006 4:33 AM
"phantom recall."
I don't know if it's "her's," per se. They, (Four Paws Media, before that it was Blue Ghost Publicity) handle my records but don't go through the label I'm on or do anything else for the bands that are on my label. I think in Inca Ore's case, they more so handle everything 5RC puts out.
Posted by: adam gnade at June 22, 2006 10:12 AM
addendum
I think it should be said the Inca Ore record is also one of the most diverse (and in its diversity, cohesive) albums I've heard in forever. You get the full wild run of brutality and intense caterwaul vis-a-via rustic, warm songs that are cabin-intimate and rustle like leaves on some dark and mysterious forest path. Last night I did the same thing, fell asleep listening to it, but this time I woke up laughing. Ever do that? Where you suddenly find yourself in bed, awake, smiling and laughing and you don't know why or what about. It's an odd and great sensation, the type of happy weird sleep magic that beats--verily--the whole jumping upright in bed, heart thumping out of your chest, sweaty, doomed brained, panic thing. So I woke up halfway through track three, laughing, with my hands en route towards each other, en route towards a CLAP. Laughing and clapping. Clapping? Clapping.
But band to shows. Anybody going to Plants tonight at Towne Lounge? I'll see you there.
Posted by: adam Gnade at June 22, 2006 12:23 PM
I meant "BACK to shows." Yeah.
Posted by: Adam Gnade at June 22, 2006 4:20 PM
