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Antlered Aunt Lord at Beautiful Freaks

It is Friday and we’re in Rob’s room, so we’re drinking. “Is this my wine?” “It’s the bottle with the bird on it (if it’s not the whisky).” And we’re playing all the classics (our own classics), to the disapprovement of some of those present who then leave for a cigarette. Other times we play Jenga and read manic poems by Ginsberg out loud to disturb the players. Inevitably we’ll start loudly discussing why this band is better than that similar sounding band, or why this artist is part of this or that genre. As if it matters. In my mind, these nights are chaotic moments of friendship. Accidental stories. But I’m sure anyone sober walking in would just hear a pointless discussion about music and the same songs every time.

Antlered Aunt Lord – the moniker of Jesse Stinnard – reminds me of all that. I played it that Friday but we didn’t really listen, although Rob did tell me they don’t sound like Neutral Milk Hotel at all. But they do (c’mon, that guitar in the opening track! the last bit of ‘Monopilot’!). It’s the way the beauty seems to be purely accidental, as if these people never set out to write beautiful songs, they were just strumming guitars and trying to sing and by a cosmic coincidence, something that exceeds the sum of the parts came into existence.

And sometimes these people truly sound like they’re drunk. It’s not just the messy playing, the messy singing. There is also the violence and unpredictability. ‘An Impersonal Appeal’ suddenly turns dark and heavy. ‘Monopilot’ goes from pretty harmonies to desperate mumbling. You’ve got the jolly “boom chicka boom” in ‘Epa’, but also the threatening whistling in ‘Don’t Ever Have to Wait’. There is no way to predict from the previous song what the next one’s gonna sound like. But everything’s said and sung as if it’s something Stinnard just blurts out because it had to be said. The accidental kick in the heat of the moment.

And if it reminds me of one thing it reminds me of so many things. ‘Questions From Our Publicist’ sounds like Guided by Voices. Actually, there is a lot of Guided by Voices on Ostensibly Formerly Stunted (and on fire). And not just because, just like GbV, Stinnard’s songs are mostly closer to one than two minutes long and often sound completely unfinished. It’s because they are clearly the losers of this story. Otherwise they wouldn’t scream, they wouldn’t sound so raw. But the world’s at fault, the world is unjust, and if that’s so then what else can be done except futile nothings and writing songs?

Ostensibly Formerly Stunted invites a kind of existentialism. Is there any sense in all this? Is there a point. There has to be, right? But why a song like ‘Classic Nu New Uncomfortable Dumblebee Dub’ or ‘Pray for Glam’? Aren’t these just the ramblings of an insane or insanely drunk mind? It is madness to be angry at the world for being unjust. But sometimes we are mad. And then we will need Antlered Aunt Lord.

 

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Antlered Aunt Lord at Whisperin and Hollerin

Yes the album title and band name are both mouthfuls and kind of give you an idea of where this is coming from, the outer fringes of Athens Georgia and the outre mind of Jesse Stinnard who is apparently an Athens legend in someone else’s lunch time just not his own.

Side 1 of the vinyl I’m listening to it on opens with Events Of The Future it’s full of odd noises and almost buried vocals and is really short. It gives way to Questions From Our Publicist that has a very cool chorus about unmarked packages it’s cool and trippy and a bit like Pavement at their best.

Abandoned Car should really be called entombed in odd weird music car like Daniel Johnston on the wrong meds. Mono Pilot is sort of skewed 60’s power pop gone awry and is pretty cool with it. An Impersonal Appeal is a shout in the dark dystopia of a brain that has become a bit 1/2 Japanese meets R.Stevie Moore and got confused.

The Beeswax is like Eugene Chadbourne on Re-fried beans!! Munsonfly is a twisted march to another Dimension just not this one. EPA is a folk song for the Boom Chuka Boom generation and well they need it.

Evil Dream Too Slow is a Shockabilly Japanese style pop drama gone too slow but not static or stoic. Pray For Glam goes all Kraftwerk meets Tuxedomoon in a closet where they dance and try to put on make-up at the same time. Side one closes with Yr Right a full on thrashing scream of acquiescence clatter fest.

Side two opens with I Don’t Ever Have To Wait for the vacuum cleaner in my head to abate and this song doesn’t either not even when the whistling begins. Sigil To Noise has some very cool stereo effects that work better on Vinyl than download don’t know why but they sound better on 2 speakers than 5.1 speakers and it sounds like Wire meets the Pixies and has a great false ending perfect for catching DJ’s out.


Never Sleep Again might bleed you dry as the insomnia sets in. Classic Nu New Uncomfortable Bumblebee Dub is naive dub exploration that crams a lot of ideas into a track like all good dub tunes ought to it also tips a small nod towards Pylon.

Sciatica is more accurately Schizoid brain pummeler for late night driving through a bad neighbourhood vibe to it. Throwback Bikes starts slow and quiet asking what you have to do to qualify for social security and as the song builds the interview unfolds and mania increases.

Hi-Beam Hi-Priest (Blinker Fluid) is caught in the headlights sparse electronica like Telex with buried vocals that break out into manicured noise and back again like it was recorded through the walls rather than in the room. Side two and the album close with Save The Very Best which is like Miss Murgatroid on acid with some very odd parping noises.

Antlered Auntlord might just about break out of Athens if Jesse Stinnard can be bothered to spread his legend far and wide. Find out more at www.hhbtm.com

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Antlered Aunt Lord at Fanzine

Sometimes I wish The F-Z had a comments section. I miss the anger and the threats I used to get back at the old place. When someone says they’re going to kick your ass because you don’t like Julia Holter, that’s when you know you’ve made a difference. Anyway, this month is, aside from the Grimes debacle, mostly posi-vibes as far as the eye can see. Maybe this month’s inbox will be filled with love threats instead of death threats.

I went to see Ed Schraeder’s Music Beat this month. Of course this is Athens, where shows never start on time, and so even though it was a weeknight ES’sMB didn’t go on until 12:30am and neither I nor the person I was with have a life right now that allows us to stay up til 2 in the morning on a weeknight w/o facing Serious Consequences. But even though we had to split, we still got our money’s worth b/c one of the opening bands was this thing called The Gurgle Twins that sounded like a cross between those ‘Phish Shreds’ videos you see on YouTube, and Capt. Beefheart, which is to say that they sounded very excellent indeed. It was freaky and fun and totally unexpected and it made my week. It might be the best new thing I’ll hear all month and should serve as a reminder to all of us that the world is full of strangeness like a rich painting and sometimes the only way to find it is to leave your house. Because while the grid delivers a lot to us these days, it rarely delivers surprises.

That said, so much astonishingly great music came out last month that we should all be grateful to still be alive to hear it. If only we would listen.

All albums scored on the binary scale because zeros and ones are how your mom tells you she loves you. And just so we’re clear, these are albums that came out in November.

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Antlered Aunt Lord at Big Takeover

As Antlered Aunt Lord, Tunabunnydrummer, Jesse Stinnard, serves up his solo debut of odd, incongruent lo-fi recordings that somehow make sense as an album.

Ostensibly Formerly Stunted (and on fire)exists as the audio diary of one who sees the world entirely through their own goggles. Shades of the gritty 1990s Los Angeles Poop Alley Studios sound merge with traces of slop pop pioneers Crayon. Fuzzy synths shoot laser beams over jangly guitars, while snotty indie rock vocals give way to Beach Boys harmonies. Sounds emerge and become something else, taking the songs into unexpected territories without ever losing their catchy charm. It’s Robert Pollard doing Talking Heads while on an earlyDevo trip.

Apparently Antlered Aunt Lord has a backlog of several hundred songs. Let’s hope this is only volume one.

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Antlered Aunt Lord at Backseat Mafia

Sometime Tunabunny drummer Jesse Stinnard has recently released his first record under his Antlered Aunt Lord moniker. Titled Ostensibly Formerly Stunted and released on the HHBTM label, it’s a mixture of his own lo-fi and very much DIY recordings that Stinnard culled from a bank of almost 200.

His reputation (locally) as something of eccentric transports itself through the recordings of Antlered Aunt Lord, which at points seems to lean towards grunge/US alt-rock such as Sugar, but then veer towards The Beach Boys (check the harmonies on Monopilot), the next thing, this eclectic mix of electric folk and Pavement and Guided by Voices and, well, just about everything in between. The rough hue of the recording (more evident on some tracks than others) only adds to the charm as they somehow hold together as a whole.

Despite all of its frayed edge messiness, Ostensibly Formerly Stunted is more than enjoyable because of Stinnard’s quirky nature, his lyrical content, and his skillful handling of melody (damn, he can write a catchy tune) The only downside is that (as with a lot of these recordings) some of the songs are little more than ideas- Munsonfly and EPA are good examples. Enjoyable as they are, they could have been so much more.

When he gets it right though, the results are worth it. The brilliant Krautrock Motorik of Pray for Glam is brilliant, and Questions from our Publicist, apart from having a brilliant title, hints at 90s slacker rock, and is deliciously catchy. There’s some fantastic Pixies-esque loud/quiet interplay, with a liberal dose of synths in Hi Beam Hi Priest, and the weird Fall-like Sciatica is great.

With some 180 songs still in the vault, this could be the start of something big.

 

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Antlered Aunt Lord at Songs Smiths

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Antlered Aunt Lord at Big Takeover

As Antlered Aunt Lord, Tunabunny drummer, Jesse Stinnard, serves up his solo debut of odd, incongruent lo-fi recordings that somehow make sense as an album.

Ostensibly Formerly Stunted (and on fire)exists as the audio diary of one who sees the world entirely through their own goggles. Shades of the gritty 1990s Los Angeles Poop Alley Studios sound merge with traces of slop pop pioneers Crayon. Fuzzy synths shoot laser beams over jangly guitars, while snotty indie rock vocals give way to Beach Boys harmonies. Sounds emerge and become something else, taking the songs into unexpected territories without ever losing their catchy charm. It’s Robert Pollard doing Talking Heads while on an earlyDevo trip.

Apparently Antlered Aunt Lord has a backlog of several hundred songs. Let’s hope this is only volume one.

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Antlered Aunt Lord at Impose

From Athens, Georgia meet Jesse Stinnard, the driving force behind the creative electric outfit Antlered Aunt Lord who presents the world premiere of the Jordan St Martin-Reyes strange forest ritual video for “Hi Beam Hi Priest”. The alt-Appalachian sound from the mysterious Stinnard (who has also played in Tunabunny) will see a proper release fromHappy Happy Birthdy To Me on November 20 with his Ostensibly Formerly Stunted (and on fire) LP finally materializing in the world. This here is outsider pop at it’s very best, as Jesse has been drafting songs by the hundreds over the past decade, some of which are presented here on the artist’s forthcoming long-player.

Take the DIY masterpiece of “Hi Beam Hi Priest” that is exists as a bit of pop genius that 4AD and it’s fellow quiet-loud-quiet devotees never delivered. The Jordan St Martin-Reyes video for Antlered Aunt Lord’s “Hi Beam Hi Priest” presents a pagan induction/baptismal/initiation process of the surreal and the downright silly. Jesse himself is brought out to woods with his mouth covered by electrical tape, stripped, doused in pink painted colors, decorated in an earthy coronation of twigs, home crafted wings, and a a stick to resemble a Baphomet of the absurd. Like a tarred and feathered deity idol ripped from the Knights Templar codes of mythology; Jesse is crowned a high priest among his Antlered Aunt Lord court witnessed by the branches, trunks, and leaves of surrounding trees. “Hi Beam Hi Priest” is a single to keep on constant repeat that promises infinite benediction and DIY pop wisdom accompanied by a ceremonial video that brings Stinnard’s independent ethics and aesthetics full circle. After the following debut viewing of “Hi Beam Hi Priest”, read our interview with Antlered Aunt Lord’s elusive Jesse Stinnard himself.

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Antlered Aunt Lord at Austin Town Hall

I’ve spent the last month listening to Antlered Aunt Lord and his new record Ostensibly Formerly Stunted (and on fire). While I already love many of the songs, it was the album that really burrowed into my soul. On one hand it has the oddity and the brevity of early Elf Power, but on the other hand I want to compare it to Nothing Wrong with Love (my favorite Built to Spill) record. It’s a listen that can’t be defined, that can’t be pigeonholed, only enjoyed. I have a feeling that as much as I’ve played it already, it’s going to continue to be in constant rotation throughout the duration of my life. Yeah, I said it. You can grab the record this week from HHBTM Records.

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Antlered Aunt Lord at Backseat Mafia

Antlered Aunt Lord is the project of Jesse Stannard, a singer songwriter who’s spent the last ten years in Athens, Georgia, making music on his own terms and his own agenda. Following whatever path he feels like (his ramshackle shows are legendary in Athens) HHBTM are putting out his first official release, Abandoned Car.

In keeping with what we know about Stannard, it beautifully scuffed, DIY song, full of this scuzzy guitar and mysterious, almost hidden vocals. Somehow though, it’s a thing that’s impossible to ignore, has a melody that gnaws away at you, and doesn’t even make it to the two minute mark.

We’re delighted to premiere the video for the rack right here on Backseat Mafia. check it out below.

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