Bill Orcutt
Pacific City Nightlife Band
Zaimph
Stellar Om Source
D.M.P.H.
D.M.P.H. ya’ll ought to know by now, but if not, they be Chad, Kevin and Derek (from Oaxacan). Killer improv trio aktion.
Stellar Om Source is Christelle Gualdi from Belgium. Haven’t seen her play live, but fans of Cluster/Harmonia and similar Krautrock stuff should dig her music. A lot.
Zaimph is Marcia Bassett(from the Double Leopards, Hototogisu, lots more) solo style.
Pacific City Nightlife Band is a new band from Spencer Clark (Skaters) and Scott from Eat Skull.
Bill Orcutt was the guitarist in the legendary 90's Siltbreeze band Harry Pussy, he lives in SF now and is just now starting to do some solo shows in the area. In fact, I am pretty sure this will be the first one. His solo stuff is AMAZING, see a couple of reviews from Byron Coley and Volcanic Tongue below…
Sets will be around 20-25 minutes given the number performers and I really don’t know what the order is gonna be...please show up on time so we can get this one on the road at 8:30!
Bill Orcutt wordage…
“ Amazing, out-of-nowhere single by the man who was once half of Harry Pussy. One man, one guitar, one throat no waiting. The A side is an acoustic blinder performed in a style that sounds like Wilburn Burchette being run though a Cuisinart. The flip is like a psychotherapy session played on guitar. Quite awe-inspiring, and unlike anything else I can think of. Bill says an LP will be forthcoming. Cannot wait.” Byron Coley writing about Bill Orcutt’s “High-Waisted” single in The Wire, September 2009.
“On A New Way To Pay Old Debts Orcutt is playing a four-string acoustic guitar – and he is fucking *playing* it. Like the “High-Waisted” 7”, the material picks up where Sonny Sharrock left the instrument hanging on Black Woman’s “Blind Willie”, with an amphetamine-blues style that combines feral vocal grunts and squeals (almost in the style of early Mazzacane), the kind of aggressive raga form of Roger McGuinn’s furthest navigations of “Eight Miles High”, the formally staggering, postcard-from-another-world feel of Joseph Spence’s Folkways recordings and a spike of hardcore adrenaline. The music retains the incredible dynamism of Harry Pussy, from the dive-bombing bass strings that resound like sprung traps through the lightning flash of the treble. Like Derek Bailey, a player that Orcutt has a lot in common with, Orcutt’s technique comes from the inside, it’s not about F/X or loops or fuzz or any kind of extended technique, it’s one man wrestling with the idea of guitar as sonic reducer. His approach is so tactile, so monomaniacal in its blunt physicality, like when he obsesses over the same screaming single note again and again, shadowing it with the same vocal cry before dropping into zagging barbed-wire repeats, that it feels like the most exciting free/rock/jazz/blues of your lifetime. Indeed, this LP shows up alla the solo acoustic guitar artists of the past whenever as a buncha dull furniture polishers. The ultimate solo guitar record form the greatest rock guitarist of the ‘noise’ era. A no-brainer for album of the year.” Volcanic Tongue