Fascinator, John Carroll Kirby, Paint, Shagatha, DJ set by Jeffertiti Moon
2478 N Fletcher Dr
Los Angeles, CA, 90039
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John Carroll Kirby
Conceived in Tokyo and written primarily in Lamanii, Belize, Kirby's compositions are a multiverse of synths and rhythms, moods and wonderment.
Kirby channels the eccentric funk of Harry Honsono & Yellow Magic Orchestra with small touches of Jon Hassell's Fourth World. He describes his music as the 3rd Generation Exotica, whimsical and vibrant like the genres pioneer Martin Deny.
The verb, the noun, the substance, the action, the command: make a mark! If fire came first, paint came second—they had paint all the way back in those caveman caves, and you can still understand that ancient handprint on the wall even though it’s 40,000 years old. Point being, it’s a primal act, or what you might call a good first step. So now this PAINT: guitarist/singer Pedrum Siadatian of the Allah-Las making his first solo record with his first solo recordings of his first solo songs. It’s simple: he’s making a mark.
He’d started four-tracking strange little song-sketches as the Allah-Las finished their third album Calico Review in 2016— little song-sketches that wouldn’t fit the full band, but that indicated an outré sort of potential. These were slow-growing ideas fed by a certain acid-bitter poetry (Gregory Corso and John Lennon, for two) and by strands and lines unraveled from casually encountered prose or reportage. They’d derive a certain blurry life and sound from the murky music of Kevin Ayers or Syd Barrett, whose cultivations were as likely to bloom into gloom as beauty. PAINT’s first song was “Moldy Man,” grown almost in secret far from harsh light and hot air. His next was “True Love (Is Hard To Find).” With one, he could’ve been done, but with two, he knew he was at the start of something.
He found a producer and partner-in-grime in adept cinematic psychedelicist Frank Maston, who instinctively understood these songs would fall apart if scrubbed too sternly in the studio. Instead, they worked gently but intently to amplify the strange and mysterious sound of Siadatian’s wobbly hissy L.A. born home tapes, borrowing drummers (the Allah-Las’ Matthew Correia and “he’s-everywhere!” man Nick Murray (recently spotted with White Fence and Thee Oh Sees) as well as summoning synthesizer and flute for the subtle extraterrestrial orchestration on “I Didn’t Know A Thing” and the positively celestial “Heaven In Farsi.”
Now PAINT has a happily paradoxical finished-but-not-finished-off feel, like Lou Reed—or Doug Yule, the unfairly ignored Velvet Underground guitarist. Like R. Stevie Moore and Julian Cope and Richard Hell, but only their songs that never came out. Here’s “Daily Gazette”: big-city-on-the-skids mid-tempo hot-summer punk blues cool like those Richard Hell/Tom Verlaine Neon Boys tapes that barely saw legit release. Here's “Splattered”: a subway- sound VU valentine. You can think about The Rolling Stones’ “Shattered” if you make sure to think about Pollock and paint, splattered, too. Hear “Silver Streaks”: budget-studio 1970s expression-as-obsession from the California observed and preserved by demimonde private-press psychedelicists Damon or F.J. McMahon. Here's “Wash”: a last-dance cosmic waltz that could’ve been a snippet of an Angelo Badalamenti soundtrack, though hard to say if it's for a happy ending or a sad…or a “TO BE CONTINUED?”
Anyway, this is PAINT, the substance and the action—it drips, it runs, it changes colors. It’s liquid, ‘til it takes shape. (It’s not a photograph, and not supposed to be.) It’s got mistakes and also mistakes that turned out not to be mistakes, and jokes and puns that turned out to be unexpectedly resonant truths. And if it sounds like it never saw the inside of a real studio, well…some artists just like to work from nature, or their inner nature. Not the desert but the dirt, not the night but the dark, not the sun but the heat and not the sea but the deep, and always the heartbeat blood- rush feel-it! momentum that makes all rock ‘n’ roll rock and roll. “You gotta just keep moving on,” says PAINT. “Stick with it and you can’t go wrong” - just as the painter Piet Mondrian said to Lee Krasner “You must never lose it.” Same idea!
Think of it this way: PAINT’s first album isn’t clean, but it’s very very clear. Sometimes the mess is the message.
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