via Time Out Chicago:
Implodes guitarist Ken Camden guides us through the local drone scene
Chicago’s drone music landscape has evolved over the past decade. During the late ’90s and early ’00s, genre standbys such as TV Pow and Kevin Drumm were preoccupied with laptop music technology. Simultaneously, there was an active electro-acoustic improvisation scene where Jim O’Rourke and other artists combined those new technologies with a classical avant-garde approach (e.g. prepared guitar). More recently there’s been a resurgence of analog synth artists searching for new perspectives using older equipment, but no matter what the technology, there always seems to be a devoted audience, as well as venues willing to support these endeavors, all of which make Chicago a creative hub for such artists.
Glad Cloud — Programmed by Benjamin Mjolsness, the Whistler’s monthly Glad Cloud series is another showcase that continues to promote ambient and experimental tendencies in a listener-friendly environment. Hometown musicians Fred Lonberg-Holm, Nick Broste, Tyson Torstensen, Dan Mohr and Implodes’ own Matt Jencik are among those who have helped carve out yet another small droney corner for you to crawl into once a month.
Logan Square’s free outdoor concert series and BYOPicnic, Summer Sessions, is back for a 5th year. If you are interested in volunteering, come meet with us on Saturday, April 6th at 2pm at Elastic Arts (2830 N. Milwaukee, 2nd floor) to learn how you can get involved; or email email@example.com. Hope to see you there.
Tonight at The Whistler: The Relax Attack Jazz Series presents the Nick Broste Trio. This drummerless group — featuring Broste (trombone), Keefe Jackson (saxophone), and Anton Hatwich (bass) — is influenced by chamber music, 50’s west coast jazz, and ambient music all filtered through an emphasis on jazz improvisation. Showtime is 9:30pm. No cover.
Movieoke is tonight!
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Showing tonight at 7pm: BRANDED TO KILL (1967, Japan)
When Japanese New Wave bad boy Seijun Suzuki delivered this brutal, hilarious, and visually inspired masterpiece to the executives at his studio, he was promptly fired. BRANDED TO KILL tells the ecstatically bent story of a yakuza assassin with a fetish for sniffing steamed rice (the chipmunk-cheeked superstar Joe Shishido) who botches a job and ends up a target himself. This is Suzuki at his most extreme—the flabbergasting pinnacle of his sixties pop-art aesthetic.
Come for the movie, stay for the reggae party.