Mechanical Bull – Reach Out and Touch It
10.31.22 by Matty McPherson
Mechanical Bull – Reach Out and Touch It
10.31.22 by Matty McPherson
10.31.22 by Matty McPherson

Personal Archives + Free Jazz. A measured, frequent, and often frantic power duo. February brought us one such result, Nathan Corder and Sean Hamilton’s duo configuration, Mechanical Bull. Reach Out and Touch It is not so much a dare, more a prerogative when you consider the tape’s unrelenting wit. The duo each tease each other out to forecast an inspired wavelength outside field recordings and anti-minimalist compositions.
Corder and Hamilton aren’t so much a noise duo as much as practitioner-class soundsmiths. Hamilton’s radio work sees him finding comfort in squiggles and ticklish fuzz that’s more playful than aggressive. Its not always this way–with classic wombo comboed-style duo cuts that analyze noise via chipper punk fury or craven haptic claustrophobia. In fact, a good chunk of side A runs with Hamilton’s sparse yet precise guitar scowls–hushed, eerie wails that give a tense detailing to Corder’s frenzied metallic brushings; those sounds of “metal pieces” + maracas can be so tantalizing). When Hamilton wants to do it though, he can tease out his own squiggly rudiments of chords, kinds that bounce off the ramshackle almost-pitter patters of Corder’s drums. When these elements meet across side A and B in their respective tracks, they make for a special kind of art-damaged porch jam. Side B’s variant in particular, has an unnerved and wonky dimension.
Even with splices and delineations, it’s a natural point A to B adventure. Side A starts with your usual free-noise and jazz banter: feedback, near-drums, noise–the tentpoles of why you bought this tape. Then, “Negotiations” takes us out to a caterwauling porch jam, airy and tense. Both ends meet in the epic “Sights Upon the Mesa” longform that wraps up Side A. It’d be an insurmountable job to describe the beast, but if you must know then just imagine a drone in its panopticon-esque form. Hamilton obsesses over that soundscape, particularly the hissy kind that comes out of CCTV cameras when disconnected, slowly growing more grimey. It’s ample space for Corder to test small tickles and prickles of a detuned guitar. Of course though, a direction will take shape that turns into an almost-jam in the middle. The final third sees Hamilton’s drums aping towards their most steamy, layered final form. It usurps the drone, taking on a tumultuous, wavy form that seeks to envelop Corder’s guitar–which by the end of the longform sounds of a flashlight quickly flickering to the end.
Side B adds onto the dimensions of claustrophobia found within side A, while providing a greater sense of movement and distance from their “porch jams”. Those aforementioned lovelies do strike the opening with the one two of “A Curious Fellow” and “MDSF” (and “Livery” down the line). Both though are just quick double shots for the chaser of “Signals Unearthed” & “Trail By Night.” Corder seems to attack a series of various objects across the two (including his radios and what sounds of a saw blade), as the microphone picks up a mutated distillation of an unkempt brooding; its to Hamton’s credit he can be restrained enough to use his guitar like a piece of sly coordination–sparse cuts that signify an end to the piece. “Seeing Through It” finds both building vast suspense from their haphazard improv lockstep; radios return with pulp dimensionality and surveillance-worth drone. Itself a perfect, razory climax, where guitar chords sound of droning strings as much as scheming glances. A true amalgamation of daze works through, gliding towards the duo’s tenacious closer “When I see it…” Here we find Hamilton throwing his hat in the ring for a bout of quiet, meditative “guitar-drone”, a kindly brethren to Corder’s percussive sound bowl swagger. For both, it’s a kindly ending, having run a delightful gambit of improvisation sleights; noise waves with incandescent frequencies.
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It’s nearing another big number (400 to be precise), and Already Dead remains a most dedicated (domestic) label when it comes to a consistent barrage of new sounds; from whatever is happening anywhere at any time, really. It’s a bonafide minor league where the beauty of its variety keeps my eyes opened. Anything can catch me. Case in point: the label opened 2022 with an immediate leftfield and most welcome zoner that captured a real slice of a moment. Muave’s Imaginary. Returning alum, Nandele Maguni, finds himself in a trio with Chris Born and João Roxo during a live performance at the Gala Gala Festival in Maputo, just a little more than a year ago.
Maguni’s been developing beats for an era; earliest I’ve seen of his uploaded them to Bandcamp dating back to 2013. He’s worked in and around the coastal capitol of Moçambique, Maputo, and its scene of electronic music, with a speciality pushed towards tactical refinements of trap. He’s denoted trap as a “warrior sound” The pulse of the Africa. Interviews with Maguni reflect a person who has a dedicated ear and pulse to the modern sounds of Maputo–traffic and coal carts, industrialization and street culture. It’s a dedicated, craft for Maguni that he brings a swiftly resilient and consistent process to. In one interview, he claimed that once a beat is done, after a few tweaks he moves on. This can make for bonafide bangers, but his under praised Plafonddeinst tape for Already Dead back in 2020 revealed his capacity for ambience and transitory affairs. The Muave trio actively twerk with that vision, adding in an extra laptop and a whiff of ambient keys that present delirious, multifaceted soundscapes.
Perhaps this is because the trio are able to squeeze a lot of finesse and push them into time-bending loops out of their four main pieces on the tape. Each one is a sort of quadrant this sound can tackle, all built around trap’s mechanics, but now pitched shifted and warped into ambient big bass chill out, acid techno gone wonky, street-level dub of a most industrial accord, and longform club DJ bangers. Opening fourteen minute cut, S701 Noise, brings around late 80s synth bass (enough to recall Massive Attack’s Five Man Army), glitched out space electronics, and just a pulsing trap line that’s swinging and grounding all of those elements. The cut’s pulse is sinister and riveting even as it harkens to a chill out room. Born and Roxo slowly tease out soundscapes and let them, confidently evolve into a pervasive dub fog. Ambient trap can be a detailed listen.
It can also just be a fun as hell one; Nalombo is a steady 7 minute absolute pout of amped up boppin’ bliss. The video linked below of Maguni is absolutely wonderful; a euphoria and ecstatic charisma hangs over his face of what shenanigans the trio just cracked themselves into. The whole thing looks considerably “hype,” recalling his rooftop sampling and display of FRESH beats in you can find online. 09 00 24 builds from the ground up, with nature samples and wind instruments setting a stage for those lime green tasty synths from before with a slick low end of trap rhythm that hit with a punching bag knockout. It’s sounds like a flowing trance state for the trio. Enough to knock psychedelic void energy on knockout “final boss” of a closer. Motorcycles, static electricity, whistles, alarms; all tied together by dub texture. The immediacy of the tantalizingly metallic trap percussive sounds come out on the laptop, but the tape listen over speakers continued in that ambient-esque lineage. Truly a blessed release.
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