TIP OF THE TONGUE 22 JUNE 2008


Iro
Tamafuri
PSF PSFD-180
CD
OUT OF STOCK!

Out of nowhere mind-blower form the Japanese underground: Iro were/are the husband and wife duo of Toshio and Shizuko Orimo, parents of legendary shakuhachi wunderkind Sabu Orimo who dropped some major sides via the Subjective Spirit Sound imprint. Still active today, their contemporary mode is more attuned to meditative explorations of esoteric Shinto ritual, but back in the 80s they were known as one of the most militant off-the-map refusenik psychedelic noise barbarians on the scene, cutting a raft of impossible to score cassettes on their own Shaman label with titles like Anti-Heroism Manifesto, Black Shit, Shamanism Rock, Vagina & Penis, Nuclear and Dragon Spirit, Earthquake Sound. The group actually formed in 1981 and first came to non-attention via the championing of Kenichi Takeda of the equally militant A-Musik but due to their profound rejection of commercialism and their commitment to anti-nuclear, anti-war and human rights causes they continued to evade the radar. The liners describe their early work as 'Ornette Coleman meets Kazuko Shiraishi with Patti Smith' and this CD reissue of a 1985 recording - their first ever official CD - provides jaw-dropping evidence of just how wild this group's early incarnation really was. Translating as Soul Shaking, Tamafuri is a wild, free rock side that pairs mangled guitar and free-punk drums with crazed post-Junko/Yoko vocal eruptions. The most obvious stylistic comparison has gotta be Harry Pussy, with the detonating percussion and hysterically huffing vocals as intense and pre-formed as anything from the lips and fingers of Adris Hoyos while the guitar playing is just nuts, abandoning virtually anything that would immediately associate itself with six electric strings and instead sounding closer to the metal-on-metal percussive crank of the Richard Youngs and Matthew Bowers' Site/Realm LP. Think of a particularly blunt Chris Corsano/Heather Leigh Murray jam and extrapolate that into 60 minutes of non-stop form destroying gush. A revelatory side, beautifully crude in its refusal of consensual tongue, lets just hope there's more to come. Highly recommended.



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