The Conformists 30th Anniversary Feat. Imelda Marcos and Radiator Greys

All Ages
The Conformists
Saturday, November 28
Doors: 7 pm // Show: 8 pm
$19.40
The Conformists are an experimental rock band based in St. Louis, MO, formed in 1996. This show will serve as their 30-year anniversary, which is, frankly, ridiculous.
 
“Listening to The Conformists is like stepping into another dimension where every second, every note is a surprise that sweeps away the one before it. It’s a chaos that organizes itself, breaks apart, and rebuilds itself only to be shaken up all over again. The musical ideas are relentless, remarkable, and ever-shifting — enough to make metronome needles spin out of control. Anything is possible, anything is achievable, and everything is a musical feat — from breaking the sound barrier to the slightest breath. The St. Louis-based band indeed crafts with disconcerting mastery a unique, virtuosic, and boundless universe that plays with the conventions of music.
 
Barely recovered from Three Hundred — their bewildering and exhilarating previous album — None Hundred once again shakes us up and knocks us to the ground. With a relentless succession of minimalist and sublime passages, haunting and hypnotic repetitions, shifts in rhythmic direction, bass and guitar constantly teetering on the edge of dissonance, and a deep, intelligent voice whenever it appears, this new album is a blend of ceaseless, disorienting, and unexpected surprises, where each track is a feat of composition and production — an unparalleled and inventive work within the noise genre.
 
Although None Hundred stands as the logical follow-up to its predecessor, it becomes clear from the very first notes of the opening track, “Jesus Was a Shitty Carpenter,” that The Conformists won’t need more than the six tracks on this true gem to once again unsettle and bewilder us. Throughout the album, we’re swept through a whole range of emotions that come and go in record time: we’re overjoyed, we can’t sit still, we find ourselves smiling, left speechless — whether listening to “Swim Home” and its skipping-record-like ending, the intense 7 minutes and 34 seconds of “Times Beach,” the rhythmic drive and dissonance of “Quality” and “Fire at the Horsephanage,” or the remarkable closing track “Pro Gear, Pro Attitude”, where the bass and guitar interplay hypnotizes us before the drums finish the job alone. So, for thirty minutes, we’ll have listened to the music in a different way, with the utmost attention. A record by The Conformists isn’t just listened to. It’s experienced.”
-Thierry Mabon, Mowno Magazine (France)
 
Imelda Marcos is an avant noise rock band from Chicago whose sonic palette is pointillistic, percussive and rhythmic. NPR Music Viking’s Choice described the band as, ‘… hypnotic, buzzy, technical, but oh-so-fun noise-rock.
 
Radiator Greys is the long-running psychedelic noise music project of St. Louis-based artist Josh Levi. Since 2011, Levi has created a haunting assemblage of harsh noise, power ambient, and layered tape loops that borders on any number of expanding, experimental soundscapes.
LP2 out now!

On cassette from Sooper Records (only a few left):
http://sooperrecords.com/sooper-store/dalawa/

Digital download: https://imeldamarcos.bandcamp.com/album/dalawa

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Press excerpts:

"An album of great wealth, dominated by a reflection on the transmission of knowledge. A beautiful discovery." [translated from French]
--Shoot Me Again

"Imelda Marcos constructs an amorphous wall of sound from dense, totalist guitar textures and thick, entangled drum arrangements. Bright, animated guitar tones and a patient structural build up of ideas, algorithms, and characters pervade this wall––contorting it, then reshaping it."
--Tone Madison

"...rhythmic persecutions, nervous dissonance, structures that grow without apparent control and schizoid melodic dialogues between the guitar and the loop that gives life to the voices in your head." [translated from Spanish]
--Roq Roto, Capon!

"Clanging harmonics and druggy slide guitar make for some percussive instrumental noise rock. Think Primus notched up a gear...full of similar innovative guitar clanking (it’s all fairly challenging stuff though, so Maroon 5 fans steer clear)."
--Music Related Junk

"Chicago duo Imelda Marcos’ new record, Dalawa, is a dense and engaging album, full of the hyper-technical, but not ungainly, math rock that has defined recent records in the ever shifting and unabsolute genre."
--Post-Trash

"Their style is pretty unique, so comparisons won’t cut it, but this drum-and-guitar duo is psychedelic and impressive."
--Can This Even Be Called Music

"Through subtle use of looping, the duo builds songs that weigh a metric ton, all without a wall of amps or huge drums to make up the difference."
--Wrong Division

"They're very capable of playing chaotic, fast and loud as they display in [Isa] yet manage to keep all artfully synced."
--Space Rock Mountain

"I would say delete that. For me, it doesn't cut it, you know?"
--Torben Ulrich
"The garbled singe of magnetic tape ripped out of a cassette deck. Elegiac synth swells blasted through distortion. The incessant crunch of one lonely kick drum. Craned over his table of synths and electronics, Radiator Greys (Josh Levi) layers together expansive live sessions flecked with textural juxtapositions and torrents of mix-consuming disorder. Hausu Mountain presents Denying The Other, Levi's first full-length album, which distills his ongoing experiments in the noise, drone, and industrial disciplines into a program of extreme performances each capable of transporting the listener to obscure and insular territories. Levi developed his schismatic approach to noise improv and loop-based collage in the vast underground network extending through and beyond his St. Louis hometown to his current Washington, DC locale. His command of slow-burning structural dynamics and brooding atmospheres plants each session along an evolving emotional trajectory, as new sound sources creep into the mix and swirl together into uneasy harmonic and rhythmic configurations. Levi toys at will with the idea of stasis, introducing loping drum patterns and howling synth patches that provide no security, no friendly groove to latch into. In the face of cruel repetition, we look inward. We examine the same surroundings with new eyes. But just as we settle, Radiator Greys jars us out of our reverie with some new torrential gesture, some unleashed peal of feedback, some icy scream. While he rips the guts out of his spontaneous compositions, often with the literal dissection of a cassette's innards before our eyes, we lean in to get a better look, even as the speakers inch closer to their breaking point. We acknowledge the gestures of the creator, the hands of the man flitting across the table, the intent of one mind dictating its decisions to mechanical delegates."
- Hausu Mountain