The Dickster has done it again. Evil Dick, never one to shirk his responsibility to throw us all off the musical track, has created yet another exquisite red herring, Earthly Delights. Evil is a multi-instrumentalist of rare ability with a stunning imagination. A truly unique composer in a Varesian and Other Worldly tradition, whose music demands an attentive and serious, yet inquisitive and playful ear. A musician who never forgets to pose the question to the listener, in fact, to all of us, now living in an ever increasingly precarious world…
“Well, are you going to buy the fucking thing or what?”
Produced by Richard Hemmings.
All compositions and xenochronicity © 2018 Richard Hemmings.
Improvisations © 2018 Richard Hemmings, Dave Jackson, Craig Ashenden, Scott Freer. All rights reserved.
Environmental recordings made by Richard Hemmings andwww.freesound.org.
All artwork and photographs © 2018 Richard Hemmings, except the image of fly (borrowed from Google) and the photo of Dave (lifted from his Facebook page).
More stuff at evildick.co.uk.
Jack Wright, saxophones; Joel Kromer, modular synth; Edmond Cho, guitar
All That Glisters http://evildick.co.uk/index.html
Ben Watson on COFFEE AT MILANOS
“It’s very direct, very melodic, and it sounds like a bunch of demos recorded by visitors from outer space who have just encountered jazz and are demonstrating what they’ve found to an interplanetary alien space station crew of investigative analysts.You see, what kills music is THEATRE, the sequencing of brute effect according to narrative … Wagner, Pink Floyd, Cornelius Cardew’s The Great Learning, David Bowie. What I crave is collective union of attention to musical detail: to the intricacies and intimacies of players’ establishing harmony and rhythm; unstitching the inherited garment and playing with frayed edges and weird worlds of thread. Or, to change metaphors, what I hear in COFFEE AT MILANOS is the dissecting scalpel of player intelligence cutting through the skin surface of “music” to expose pumping arteries and zinging nerve cells and replicating blood corpuscles. Close focus on the stuff of music itself.”
“James Wilson of Music With My Insane Friend suggested I use Richard Evans’ encomium to his neighbour Thumpface as an intro to “Images of Konk”, so I did. Out To Lunch”
Text (Thumpface) by Richard Evans.
Music (Images of Konk ) by I Digress Indeed
HERE IS THE OFFICIAL GUFF
Work Title: location / dislocation
Dimensions: 7.5 metres X 1.5 metres
Materials: Acrylic paint on wall surface, accompanied by musical interpretation.
Paint: Phillip Jones
Double Bass: James Rust
Percussion: Mark Grunden
Guitar: James Wilson
Tenor and Soprano Saxophones: Konk Zooben
Free improvisation and Chadbourne are most definitely a manifestation of Holloway’s other-doing. A crack in the fabric of market capitalism. Outside of the spectacle and beyond its tentacles. No commodities or profundity chasing here. This is primal use value all up in ya face. And he’s an old fart as well, who’s been doing it for years. Eyebrows and recalcitrant stiff middle fingers all over the place. A fuck you to the man. Who says you have to grow up! Revolutionary potential? Who knows, go ask Taylor Swift!
Below a review by the Psychedelic Bolsheviks of Eugene Chadbourne’s concert at Cafe Otto in London. The link for those interested
What can ya do? Still gotta have some craft or skill I suppose. Proven exceptionalism over ordinariness? Specialness over unspecialness? I love this tune!
Kym Farbach – voice and flute
Mark Grunden – drums
Konk Zooben – saxophone
Lead Suit Wilson – guitar
Seriously, how long does one have to put up with liberal Nobel Laureates and other half funking arsed liberal economic commentators rabbiting on with their holier than thou OVER FUNKING EDUCATED bullshit as if they REALLY funking care. Funking debt restructuring and giving countries a fresh start because that’s how capitalism can work?!? YEAH, AND THEN YOU CAN KEEP YOUR FUNKING HUGE SALARIES as you rock back and forth guiltlessly in your serious leather funking business shoes with your hands in the pockets of your seriously look-how-successful-I-am suit funking pants.
FUNK YOU AND FUNK OFF ! JUST CANCEL FUNKING CAPITALISM BECAUSE THERE’S NOT A FUNKING SKERRICK OF MORALITY IN IT. IT’S JUST ONE GREAT BIG FUNKING PHYSICAL AND MENTAL PRISON YOU FUNKING NOBLE LIBERAL LAUREATE MOTHERFUNKERS.