ADR 2014 in review

31/12/2014

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At a label fair last night, while perusing our table with a friend, I noted, “Shit… I had a pretty good year!”

In 2014 we released 15 physical albums and 9 videos. That is three more releases than we planned to do and six fewer videos (calculating that we’d meant to create some form of video for every release). We got 24 (to our knowledge) positive reviews on various blogs and print publications. Two titles sold out. We put on a small handful of shows and relaunched the NO LOVE imprint (just today, actually). And I indulged in our most excessive package to date for one of my own pet projects.

As we were at the start of 2014, we’re planning to drastically scale back operations in 2015. As with 2014, we’ll see how that goes (we already have two releases scheduled for January and one in February).

2014 Year End Top 5

(of Arachnidiscs Recordings 2014 releases according to Arachnidiscs Recordings)

#1. Dominic Marion: Totenbaum Träger / Projet Muet

Creeping drones and cinematic post-jazz improvisations.

#2. Uvesen: III

Creepinger drones and dark, reverb-drenched noise improvisations.

#3. Clara Engel: Ashes & Tangerines

Something like the haunting folkiness of Vashti Bunyan corrupted by the bombastic gloom of Nick Cave.

#4. Nite Audit: The Audiot

Apparently the Ween brothers, Beck and Lou Barlow had an orgy and Nite Audit is their love child. There’s something wonderfully ’90s yet incredibly current about Kyle’s music.

#5. Colin Fisher & Mike Gennaro: Sine Qua Non

It’s like Rashied Ali and John Coltrane on bath salts. Free jazz that breaks the chains of your mind.


NITE AUDIT: The Audiot

02/09/2014

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Like a mix-tape from the ’90s found in some pre-Guiliani Williamsburg time capsule, Nite Audit‘s The Audiot, is noisey art-rock for the now. Psych-collage, abstracted and distracted vocals and discordant no-wave guitars over dub-informed beats. Add to that smatterings of punk and splatterings of kraut and it’s the kind of of album that assures old codgers like me that the kids are alright.

WHO’S WHO: A mild-mannered night auditor for a New York City hotel by night, by day a hunched-over manchild locked in a windowless room with little more than a microphone and a tiny bed made up of shredded newspaper and wet napkins. Legend has it that one hot summer morning on his walk home from work, N/A came across an abandoned Boss BR-532 Digital Four-Track Recorder laying in a dumpster. Rather than just taking the BR-532 home, N/A had the strongest urge to climb inside that proverbial dumpster, ripping off his suit at once, perverted noises immediately overflowing from his cracked, dry mouth in strangely looped incantations.

When he came to it was dark again. He found himself naked and covered in flies, the remnants of a broken bottle still lodged in his mouth. Embarrassed and confused, he put back on his tattered suit, readying himself for another night on the job. But first, he hesitantly played back what had been recorded. He was like, “Huh. Ok, I guess I can get into this. Kind of going for like a Kim Fowley kinda thing or Ween or something.” But secretly he knew that one day, with enough practice and soul searching, heck he could become the next Lenny Kravitz! The rest, as they say, is history! Other than that, when he has the time N/A raises his two sons, Cooper and Aiden, with his loving wife Alexis in a two-story brownstone in Park Slope.

So, let’s hear it for the night auditor, huh! Just a man with his thoughts, crunching numbers in the dark so you don’t have to.

CALL IT: Art-rock, noise-funk, lo-fi pop, left-field indie
SONIC COUSIN TO: Ween, (early) Beck, Sebadoh/Sentridoh, Sonic/Ciccone Youth, an electro-punk Daniel Johnston, Alan Vega fronting an early DAF, various Jeunesse Cosmique bands, a hermit muttering into a CB radio late at night.


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