Still Not A Musician
Released: May 29, 2015
Labels: KLYAM/BUFU
The follow up to the debut compilation tape I'm Not A Musician (2012). All home recordings from 2005 to 2015.
A blog in Italy wrote an interesting review of the tape:
He sits on a bench with Jay and Silent Bob , probably in headphones the Red Krayola when he could still write with the "C", and our G. Gordon Gritty is still not a musician .
He raped my brain with a very unconventional EP " Culturally Irrevelent ". Thus continues the epic of GGG, intolerant and irreverent non-punk non-rocker from Wakefield, with this " Still Not A Musician " he retrieves from his production and continues in his super-objective vision of both music (disorienting, rhythmically improbable and melodically disturbing) and the world around him, described with care and without artifice.
A continuous dialogue between reality and mind , which makes this album the true work of art of lo-fi, also because it is the only album where it actually makes sense to use it!
“I'm not a musician. It's just what I do. " sings, if you can say so, GGG, 34 songs without discounts of any kind towards the listener , songs where GGG wants to have a foreign accent, where he complains about group projects, where a moment is about to explode and then raps some delusional pernsiero about the day or about the girls who don't spin it, because he is one who thinks .
Pills of weird-rock ( Life At The ABC , revisited by "Culturally Irrevelent"), invectives to everything that goes through his head with an out of tune guitar in his hand ( Achin 'Like A Traveler ), hints of Pussy Galore , of noise , even of Oblivians , but which disappear quickly, because there are no coordinates in the stream of consciousness that GGG listlessly recites into the microphone.
I don't know if GGG's work is really that culturally irreverent, what is it nowadays after we've really listened to everything? If anything, I would say that this ultra-objective vision of music as an expression of his ego in pure form , without musical structure but only with chaotic sound impressions ranging from banality to nonsense ( Hidden Track ), is interesting, almost he doesn't give a damn that there is someone listening.
Personally I don't struggle to describe it as a rock album, the critics have accepted much more improbable and experimental things, what GGG does is not an excess of virtuosity or bullshit , it bends the genre to its own image, not caring about the context, not caring about who listen, sometimes not even caring about the music.
A blog in Italy wrote an interesting review of the tape:
He sits on a bench with Jay and Silent Bob , probably in headphones the Red Krayola when he could still write with the "C", and our G. Gordon Gritty is still not a musician .
He raped my brain with a very unconventional EP " Culturally Irrevelent ". Thus continues the epic of GGG, intolerant and irreverent non-punk non-rocker from Wakefield, with this " Still Not A Musician " he retrieves from his production and continues in his super-objective vision of both music (disorienting, rhythmically improbable and melodically disturbing) and the world around him, described with care and without artifice.
A continuous dialogue between reality and mind , which makes this album the true work of art of lo-fi, also because it is the only album where it actually makes sense to use it!
“I'm not a musician. It's just what I do. " sings, if you can say so, GGG, 34 songs without discounts of any kind towards the listener , songs where GGG wants to have a foreign accent, where he complains about group projects, where a moment is about to explode and then raps some delusional pernsiero about the day or about the girls who don't spin it, because he is one who thinks .
Pills of weird-rock ( Life At The ABC , revisited by "Culturally Irrevelent"), invectives to everything that goes through his head with an out of tune guitar in his hand ( Achin 'Like A Traveler ), hints of Pussy Galore , of noise , even of Oblivians , but which disappear quickly, because there are no coordinates in the stream of consciousness that GGG listlessly recites into the microphone.
I don't know if GGG's work is really that culturally irreverent, what is it nowadays after we've really listened to everything? If anything, I would say that this ultra-objective vision of music as an expression of his ego in pure form , without musical structure but only with chaotic sound impressions ranging from banality to nonsense ( Hidden Track ), is interesting, almost he doesn't give a damn that there is someone listening.
Personally I don't struggle to describe it as a rock album, the critics have accepted much more improbable and experimental things, what GGG does is not an excess of virtuosity or bullshit , it bends the genre to its own image, not caring about the context, not caring about who listen, sometimes not even caring about the music.