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GAY CONTROL ICON:

Ahhh...the kids these days. It's folks like Sofia Zoitu and Panagiotis Spoulos that are giving the supposed cradle of western civilization a bad name. Do you think Socrates would own up to such a marriage of string instruments and electricity ? Would Plato's vision of a sophisticated state allow for it's younger constituents to participate in the republic by way of pedal-knob manipulation ? What would Aristotle do ?
Reverse Mouth can't be bothered with such trivial nonsense, they have their own agenda. In just under nineteen minutes 'Gay Control Icon' gets their point across quite sufficiently using prepared guitar, processors and varying degrees of feedback control. 'Little Bodie' sums thing up nicely; the pitter-patter of little footsteps tease the ears to the point of threatening to blow up in your face. Just when you think everything's about to go apeshit noise on your ass, all you get is a platter-full of high-frequency paint-peeling pancakes. Very refreshing ! There are layers of sound here and not mere squealing for pigs' sake. Hell, I would have been satisfied if this eleven-minute track were the only piece offered, but no. The duo shift gears and deliver some air-escaping-out-of-the-balloon-bouncing-off-guitar-string-stone-scraping textures on the second track. This one's for all you folks who could never tolerate the sound of fingernails on a chalkboard, but couldn't wait to rub your teeth on Styrofoam. Yeah, whatevah; my fashion blog can kick your fashion blog's ass, etc... The title of the last track may lead one to believe that extreme low frequencies are involved. Nope. In fact the higher end of the spectrum gets more props than on 'Little Bodie.' Ever suffered from tinnitus ? If not, here's your chance. I personally love the way these tones dance around the periphery of my skull and eventually make their way into my mind's ear. Life almost seems incomplete without such phenomena. Perhaps my favorite moment on this disc occurs about thirty seconds before the end when an alien patois emerges from the feedback like some urgent message trying to break through. Alas, this golden moment gets sucked back up into the upper stratosphere of audibility and concludes abruptly. Too soon ? Nope. As a side note, this track would be perfect for a side of a 7' record, but I would re-title it 'Coming Home w/ Crap In Your Pants.' As my daughter, Ophelia, would say it's 'smokin' hot.' Something is going horribly wrong over there in Athens. The country is rife with anarchist groups, squatters, terrorists and the likes of Reverse Mouth. These derelicts hand-screen and package their releases (this one's an edition of fifty), run a label and maintain websites that distribute dubious music from all over the planet. I bet these ne'er-do-wells have never even read 'The Bacchae.' What would Pythagoras do ? He'd get busy...so should you.

http://www.heathenharvest.com/article.php?story=20070807185956341

REVERSE MOUTH / SLASHER RISK SPLIT TAPE:

I recognize the name Reverse Mouth, but from where I cannot say. Whatever the case, they present "Negative Cutter": a 15-minute (give or take) side of intense, nebulous noise constructions in the vein of Kevin Shields, Pedestrian Deposit, etc., mellowing towards the center with increasing detail as the player emerges with erratic attacks, distorted crumples, and welts of feedback. Slasher Risk takes a more "musical" approach with two pieces, "Amrican Football Fux" [sic] emitting the deepest of bass throb over staticky, Mammalian guitar sketches, human drummer emerging with sheet-metal and cardboard beats: the band huddles free-form a bit of before entering formation, the pace quickly entering a frenzy as the players compete to stay in a pack. Eventually the ravenous spirit collapses into disdain as a sort of Gang Wizard rowdiness ensues, riff-raff vocals in faint duet with the jagged guitar, the group eventually dispersing for darker parking lots. Other track "???" holds a steady war-drum beat next to the oboe of gently-prodded guitar feedback, a muddy warm-up/outtake if you will, to reify the barrage of the prior track. Colorful, glossy photo-paper J-cards enclose transparent cassettes, edition of 80. (Phase! cassette, 4€ (everywhere) HERE)

http://www.animalpsi.com/index.php?entry=entry070613-062620

Reverse Mouth is the duo of Panagiotis Spoulos and Sofia Zoitu who hail from Greece. Considering the band's location, one might expect a unique slant from their dual guitar skree (well, there's at least one) than that which can be found by throwing a rock anywhere within the United States. What Reverse Mouth's track "Negative Cutter" amounts to, however, is ear-piercing but run of the mill amplifier abuse and absent-minded effects twiddling. It might make you wince but let's just say there aren't going to be any Harry Pussy records in the trash anytime soon. Brooklyn-based Slasher Risk (currently on tour in Europe) offer an extremely muddy four-on-the-floor stomp with "American Football Fux" a la Punks. Disco beats, smoky riffage and thanks to the squalid recording a liberal dose of "???"

http://cassettegods.blogspot.com/2007/07/reverse-mouth-slasher-risk-split-phase.html

BALLADES POUR UN PATRIOTE:

By far the best packaging yet from those people over at Tanz Procesz, loving its glowing copper sheen and handsome bookish binding which is a bit of a departure from the usual red splatter cake and newspaper textures. Both the pic on the front (a hint of the music inside) and the blurred photocopy of Ronny Reagan (or an incredibility young John Wayne) on the back are great to stare into whilst listening. They have that odd sense of detachment/ movement you get from film stills, their double edges sorta shimmer along to the string based sounds contained within. The music is baked in places with an invigorating amp purr, showcasing a fabulous series of guitar tinkerings, drones, frazzled amputations, and spacey clatterings, mostly of the semi abstract variety. All expressively charged; a few of these mood enhancers slip towards a deliciously frayed tunefulness that teeters nicely on the point of collapse. Track three - The Dragger, is my favourite with its wildly oriental flavour, those loose percussive sounds hinting at Japanese theatre - all twisting Geisha bodies and demon masks, like half deciphered readings - the spaces gleaming in possibility.

rottenmeats.blogspot.com/2007/05/reverse-mouth-ballades-pour-un-patriote.html

BLACK BIMBO:

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http://www.tranzistor.gr/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=1835&Itemid=27

A CHILD, A DWARF, A SICKNESS:

I have no idea who or what Reverse Mouth is, but the title of their release makes us fear the worst. Yes, it's a rather lo-fi affair of noise related music, but it's also quite nice. In five pieces, Reverse Mouth uses feedback sounds, metal scraping and some relatively simple forms of sound processing. It never goes over the top with extreme walls of distortion, but it stays rather on a more intimate side of things. Obscured rumbling of objects, with a bit of electronica. Lo-fi indeed, but it's all rather nice.

http://www.vitalweekly.net/525.html

I don't know who Reverse Mouth is (...are?) and even a rapid Google search didn't reveal much. But what I heard in the 27+ minutes of this disc is particular and revealing. It's obviously a homemade program, yet hitchhiking amidst these five tracks leads us to several highly gratifying moments; the spirit I detect is akin to other low-budget (but significant) meditative realities recently described here,Gart & Seekatze being one of them. Funny tricks and hypnotic segments create an intriguing structure of malaise and ear perforation; half-human, half-suffering beast utterances find a niche in a pleasant sense of perturbed indetermination where an imaginative use of instruments, found sounds and effects falsifies our mental tranquillity, throwing us right into the arms of the mopes only to sample a couple of additional combinations of crude nudity and oneiric leprosy. A quagmire of peculiarities, well worth of repeated visits.

http://spazioinwind.libero.it/extremes/touchingQZ.htm





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