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Having had a dessert named after him, there seemed few worlds left for Dick to conquer. Rather than weep salt tears, he prefers to involve himself with whatever is coming next, becoming a man enmeshed within a morphous tesseract of the imminent, its boundaries defined by whatever comes to hand. Dick was there when the dinosaurs died out, he has seen empires rise and crumble. A veteran of the Punk Wars, he is still here currently, but expects to become a rock with his name and some dates on it at some point. Dick works for: vivelerock.net louderthanwar.com trackmarx.com + more!


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Dick Porter reviewed Taunts 2 months ago

TAUNTS – How Did We Get Here? / Let’s Get Lost Tonight

Taunts emerge from the sound laboratory bearing two experiments in capturing the untamed energy of their live performances within the inherently sterile aspic of the digital medium. Taken collectively, they provide a shorthand guide to the duo’s sonic spectra; two glimpses into a kaleidoscope of sound where boundaries decay and generic signifiers are rendered irrelevant. Influences are barely glimpsed, flickering indicatively as footnotes, mere aspects of a travelogue across a far broader musical archipelago. Lyrically, both songs are framed as literate vignettes; by turn existential and hedonistic; removed from the first person with the same dexterity of thought that allows Ele and Luke’s mastery of their disciplines to serve their art, rather than to define it.

Separately, ‘How Did We Get Here’ announces itself with some degree of portent; eschewing the crass impulse to fill all space with sound, it utilises silence as a melodic accessory allowing the song to deliquesce, delivering sweet payloads of weaponised harmony with economy and accuracy. Its complexity is subsumed to its overall gestalt; subservient to the greater whole, itself a quantum summoning to the here and now. The animus to its predecessor’s anima, ‘Let’s Get Lost Tonight’ unleashes coruscating bursts of dermabrasive effervescence to evoke an accelerating vortex of sensation. A hook to impale an earworm upon, it completes an impressive prologue.

Dick Porter reviewed LUNA ROSA 3 years ago

‘The Fire Inside’ begins with wires strafing a meniscus of scoured funk surface tension; a door to a dreamworld swings open – rabbits disappear down rabbit holes, Alice eats another sugar cube. After a minute or so, the rush kicks in – adding mass and impetus to the English psych garden party as salvos of pure intent detonate across the juxtaposing melody. A shifting kaleidoscope; familiar shards are projected across one another to create the new as the ionosphere is achieved. Sonic vapour trails take the number into a weightless realm, as a temporal broadcast from a cultural frontline disturbs the calm. A sound of singular merit, drifts in its reflexive realm.

dick-porter reviewed THE REPRESSION 3 years ago

A spiral scratch, moving inexorably on within a decaying orbit toward a gravity well of nihilism: The hole at the centre of a record that does not exist, yet has sufficient mass to draw attention toward its core. The ghost of Ron Asheton strafes its opening, searching to destroy. A meniscus of surface tension is created, then dispelled, as the pummelling motif hits its righteous groove. A laconic, insouciant vocal tells us everything and nothing, reminiscent perhaps of Bill Carter on ‘ludes, providing counterpoint to the priapic spasm that ignites upon contact with air. Febrile and thrusting, here is rock’n’roll music.