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Jack Chuter

Jack Chuter

Review: Ricarda Cometa - S/T

The opening drums of “Dale Matraca” stomp and stumble like a drunk trying to dance. There’s a pumping, dancefloor-worthy intention in there somewhere, but it’s been dashed by a whiskey-hazed sense of balance, meaning that bass drum limps into snare with the grace of someone falling

Review: Katsura Mouri + Tim Olive - Various Histories

Various Histories was apparently recorded on a clammy summer day in Kyoto, without the cool respite of air conditioning. The impact this has had on the creative process is unmistakable – sound presses itself against my skin and suffocates my pores, either as burps of noise rasping off a turntable or

Live: Supernormal Festival @ Brazier’s Park in Oxfordshire, 09-11/08/13

FRIDAY The recent spate of unpredictable weather has evoked fears that rain will turn Supernormal’s luscious green plains into brown, skiddy slop over the weekend, but Friday is an absolute scorcher. Fantastic news, although ribbon-cutters Unicorn Dad vrs Robot Dad must be sweltering under their intricate costumes of

Review: Takeshi Nishimoto - Lavandula

At some points, Lavandula carries all of the engaging traits I associate with “solo guitar”: the tiny etch marks of fret noise galloping between the notes, the unmistakable sound of skin and neatly-clipped nail striking half-worn metal strings, the chair creaks of preparation and relief that bookend each

Review: Yannick Frank + Craig Hilton - Flowers For L.P.

Flowers For L.P. is the audio equivalent of an image seen through an unfocussed lens; shapes neither end nor begin, and movement is only identifiable through organic quivers and shifts occurring within big blocks of colour, implying a life and drama trapped beyond the blur of blindness. At times

Review: Steel Hook Prostheses - The Empirics Guild

As each track fades up, I feel like I’ve woken up after weeks of unconsciousness. The walls are dirty and throbbing, processed voices are slinking out through metal grills, and there’s a psychological aftertaste of trauma and unpleasantness curling its way around my mouth, as though my mind

Review: Tom McKinney - TMK

Strange things can happen when composer and performer are split into separate entities. So often, the acoustic guitar can be a sponge for habitual composition; the constant, subconscious application of routine movements and personal technique, carving out identity through the persistent reprise of homely melodic progressions and particular quirks. TMK