I remember when I was 13 years old and my school buddy Mike L, who was skinnier than me with long ravaged hair and thick glasses, were talking about our latest perverted enhancements made to our Pee Chee folders. They weren't that inventive and probably like most horny middle school males folders but we got a kick out of them. Before we knew it we were surrounded by some of the schools ruffians, Jacko and Frog, who stole things, smoked cigs daily and bragged that they fucked girls on a regular basis. With a blindsiding wipe of his hand, Jacko slapped Mike L across the forehead knocking his glasses off his head. I was barely able to swoop down, my hand softening his black frames blow to the ground while at the same time Frog tripping me up with his dirty fucked up PF fliers.
Jacko and Frog had picked on Mike L quite a bit that school year. Me less so because some rumor started my very first day of 8th grade that I knew martial arts, a total falsehood but the rumor persisted after I lashed out a roundhouse kick at Jeff P when he was smashing his knee into another kids shoulder who was sitting on the football field. My kick missed but he backed off. Since that time, the kids thought I knew how to take care of myself. I did not. I just practiced some cool moves my older brother showed me that he learned from a book.
Well, on that particular day (and to this day I don't know why) Mike L was having none of it. It was like something quite literally exploded in his brain. He reared up screaming, ranting and raving hard invectives, dropping F bombs like the German Blitz we had just learned about. Mike was not only letting loose a massive verbal attack he was moving forward on Jacko so demonstrably bad ass that Jacko looked terrified backing up the same time that Mike grabbed him by the collars of his Levi jacket. I am not sure if Mike plunged Jacko back or Jacko tripped over himself but however it happened, Jacko hit the metal upright poles (that held up the outside hallways up) very hard with the back of his head, splitting it and causing Jacko to slide down the pole leaving a thick stream of dark red blood.
"Himalayan Dream Techno" from Vancouver-based experimental band NEW AGE DOOM is a crazy noise and "drone metal" breakdown, a sonic disturbance in the body and brain connection, caustic with carnival-esque clown crazy synths, a psychedelic and psychotic implosion, a barrel of space monkeys, orchestral instruments falling down the stairs in an echo chamber and EXACTLY what I imagined what it felt like in Mike L's brain before he snapped.
It is at it's core, NAD is multi-instrumentalist Greg Valou and drummer Eric J. Breitenbach assisted by Gregory Macdonald AKA “Cola Wars” (Limblifter, Sloan) on analog synthesizer and Tim Lefebvre (Donny McCaslin, David Bowie’s Blackstar) on analog synthesizers and upright bass.
It might not be for many but it will be for the daring some. Insert this in any playlist and watch heads turn (and maybe explode).
-Robb Donker Curtius
Hailing from rain-soaked concrete forests of Vancouver BC, experimental drone metal band NEW AGE DOOM combines and contradicts its namesake genres to create a unique vision of extreme music. Led by the core duo of drummer Eric J. Breitenbach and multi-instrumentalist Greg Valou and featuring a diverse cast of guest artists from the world music, jazz and rock scenes, NEW AGE DOOM’s extended compositions confront the hopelessness that pervades the contemporary zeitgeist.
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