Split by La Morte Young / Drone Electric Lust

Don’t be fooled, this is not a La Monte Young record, but a split featuring La Morte Young, a new four-piece band keenly droning in reverence to the old master. On the flip-side is a track by Drone Electric Lust, a group featuring Lasse Marhaug no less! 12” record joint released by six (!) different labels, including Marhaug’s Pica Disk.

Limited Vinyl LP £16.49 doubt 12 / aparec 031 / dyslp 3 / pica 036 / kill

Limited split LP on Doubtful Sounds / Apartment Records / Dysmusie / Pica Disk / Killer Records / Up Against The Wall. Edition of 300 copies.

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Split by La Morte Young / Drone Electric Lust
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8/10 Robin 22 September 2015

Uh, well. It’s not a typo? La Morte Young are not La Monte Young despite making the savvy drones to match, and here they engage with Drone Electric Lust for a split of longform groans. The verdicts out on whether either band has chosen a good name for themselves, but I’m ready to call it: this music is slow.

La Morte Young actually differ from their compositional idol in a few ways, deviating from the synth-drone path for a rock outfit’s own take: electronics and tape manipulation meets processed guitar, but there’s also a smattering of rhythm provided by Eric Lombaert’s modest percussion. A bridge from ambient past to present might be that Morte are experimenting with vocalising their drone, as a certain Monte did all those years back, but where his stayed in line like a polite sine wave, Joelle Vinciarelli wails like Mike Patton over a John Zorn skit. Feedback gets playful, the electronics start crackling like a fire burning too hot and eventually the piece becomes more dooming chaos than drone homage.

Switching it up a little, Drone Electric Lust come in like they’re shyly droning to their crush, shuffling their feet with accordion-styled electronics and barely awakened jazz drums. Unlike Morte, theirs is a seemingly quiet chaos, one that eventually gets abstracted with impossible to follow guitar fuck-ups before once again retreating into that kind of busy, tinkering ambience that still suits your night’s sleep. Drone bands are so lovely.


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