John Dwyer on Jack Name:
He who cannot escape mortal and terrestrial bounds is forever curious of the outer and other sides.
Jack Name captains a vessel.
A ship of trans-dimensional travel.
True believers unite…
the second report has been transmitted from the outer and other.
Far out –
Far flung –
I love Mr. Name’s genius.
In the same way I marvel at Philip K Dick’s mind, I am never aware of the next direction.
A change of trajectory is as likely to be a return to the beginning as it is to make a sharp upwards spike that pulls you deeper into your seat and threatens unconsciousness. Nothing here is concrete or predictable.
Songs float, attract, repel, and rebound off each other like pitch black matter.
Recorded in a room with mirrored walls, moth eaten shades pulled low to block the Sun’s brutal radiation and the howls of the urchins 60 stories below.
Under the faithful and loving eyes of two canine familiars comes this vintage tasting laser beam.
A wonderful follow up to last year’s masterpiece “Light Show” – may we present “Weird Moons”.
Less a sequel to the tales spun in the first and more a rocket that has jettisoned its initial thruster to be driven further away from this mortal orb and deeper into this sticky story.
The Shadows have been catapulted post-mortem to the leviathan planet Jupiter with its 67 known Moons. Reborn as lycanthropes with eyes intently focused on the lunar array above them, The Shadows are eternally shifting shape, based on which Moon is closest and cresting the horizon. Their current body denotes their creative abilities, their only respite is the volcanic Moon Io’s inevitable rise and their cyclic disintegration. Observed by mirror-eyed Watchers, The Shadows are trapped forever in a circle of creation and destruction, yet are by their nature compelled to their monkish watchfulness of The Moons. Love and hate, performance and audience, rise and fall, inhale…exhale…
moons?…full of the same shadowy mystery of luna’s face smiling down on a darkened Earth.
Night time is the right time, I say.
Reminiscent of late era Can, Bruce Haack, Hans Edler, Solid Space, Dario Argento and VHS tapes…
Its fucking great, listen to this album in an egg shaped speaker chair if possible.
ok ok ok
– John Dwyer
01. Werewolf Factory
02. Under The Weird Moon
03. Running After Ganymede
04. Lowly Ants
05. Waiting For Another Moon
06. Watcher Talk
08. Something About Glenn Goins
Ariel Pink Tour
02.07 San Francisco, CA – Bimbo’s 365 Club
02.09 Portland, OR – Hawthrone Theater
02.10 Seattle, WA – Neumo’s
02.11 Vancouver, BC – Rickshaw Theatre
02.13 Salt Lake City, UT – Urban Lounge
02.14 Denver, CO – Bluebird Theater
02.16 Minneapolis, MN – Fine Line Music Cafe
02.17 Chicago, IL – Thalia Hall
02.18 Pontiac, MI – Crofoot Ballroom
02.19 Toronto, ONT – Phoenix Concert Theater
02.20 Montreal, QC – Le National
02.21 Boston, MA – Paradise Rock Club
02.23 Washington, DC – 930 Club
02.24 Philadelphia, PA – Union Transfer
02.25 New York, NY – Terminal 5