°^SISSI und die Chinesische Wäscherei präsentieren: TRUMANS WATER (San Diego/Portland) / SCHLUSS (HH) °^
Die beste Band der Welt.
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Brief back-story: the Water took shape in ‘91, when the Fender-bending brothers Branstetter hooked up with singer-guitarist-catalyst Glen Galloway; soon San Diego had a rollicking avant-rock angle to its music scene in TW, the kind of band that, say, could righteously open for/tour with the Boredoms or Stereolab (Trumans did). But after their self-made albums Of Thick Tum, Spasm Smash, the Godspeed tetralogy and numerous singles had sent their sounds worldwide, Glen exited to marry, concentrate on his Holy Spirit-stoked Soul-Junk group — and stay in SD as Trumans continued touring, eventually moving to Oregon. What amazed many was how quick a study then-bassist Kevin B. proved to be when Glen G. passed on lead vocal and co-guitar-ing duties. Empowered, the younger Branstetter picked up the torch, carrying it still. From time to time, Galloway would return as a guesting full member to augment Trumans’ albums.
Trumans Water never really went away. But the veteran American “spazz-rock”/”squiggle-core” group’s live shows have been rare in recent years (outside of the Pacific Northwest, that is.) TW has become increasingly more obscure as well, relatively unknown to untold pods of younger blog-rockin’ folk — sharp-eared discerners, who might well luv TW were they to know TW — still deemed “legendary” by those who, a) remember Trumans’ halcyon days in America’s early/mid-‘90s “guitar-rock” underground;
b) recall the life-altering praise from abroad, with the late great all-time tip-top good-taste-making radio
DJ John Peel championing them over international airwaves, and the Melody Maker making this pithy 1993 assessment: “Sonic freaks with a lust for life, Trumans Water make Pavement sound like U2.” TW has continued, doing it all even with key co-founding brothers living miles apart: lanky guitarist-vocalist Kirk Branstetter in Portland, Oregon, where the band relocated in 1995 (they formed in San Diego in 1991); and savvy vox/gtr/bass/etc. guy Kevin Branstetter, who married French and lives south of Paris w/ wife and offspring (and is known to offer pro road/liaison services for indie/outie music types touring l’Europe).
Trumans is rounded out by versatile bassist/veteran cohort Mike Coumatos (also known as 50% of fine ongoing Portland party-rock duo the Bugs) and drumming dynamo Geoff Soule (of Fuck and Sad Horse). The TW identity has remained: the ever-active, wildly clawing, rough-toned brace of guitars; the sour-sweet sing-shout screech-croon ‘n’ power-yowl; the explosive rhythms, herking here and jerking there, none too predictable anywhere. And some fun sound-play with thoughtfully goofin’ verbiage.
TW has been recording over the past years but not releasing anything. They are currently assembling some of those songs for release previous to tour. What’s more, Trumans is planning to catch up any interested parties in coming months by digitally re-releasing the 1st four elusive albums of the Trumans Water discography. Their coming tour will be a celebration of those first four albums along with new material.
From the circles of Hamburg’s Golden Pudel Club, Éric Falconnier and Joachim Schütz aka Schluss present their debut album “28” on Sky Walking. Another adventure into Spontaneous Music - free and intense, demanding and magical.
Éric Falconnier played in several formations such as Gebrochene Beine who appeared with their most notable piece on the previous Sky Walking compilation. Joachim Schütz is known for his collaborations with Ellen Fullman, Konrad Sprenger, Arnold Dreyblatt to only name a few. Schütz is also part of the Metabolismus collective.
With their dynamic, fragile and highly surprising Live sets and recordings, Schluss are on the path to decline expectations and burst conventions.
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