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The Strange Walls - Won't Last (2016)
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THE STRANGE WALLS: Won’t Last   CD   Alrealon Music 
Playing on a number of genres that range from Shoegazer to Post-Punk and Darkwave amongst others, this trio from New York have produced an eclectic, yet easy on the ear release with ‘Won’t Last’.  This is mainly due to the vocals of Regina yates, reminding me of Rose McDowell on more than one occasion in their less frenetic moments. 
Now and again this latest release stumbles and crashes into No Wave territory, quite literally.  Drums crashing all over the place and guitar lines that don’t match up, with dual vocals that are not altogether in sync; yet it all somehow works. 
‘Wartime Melody’ is a beautiful piece of work vocally, and the ramshackle nature of the music behind it with male backing vocals is reminiscent of The Pogues in an altogether more drunken fashion. 
The beauty to this album is its chop and change abandon on a song-by-song basis.  Gothic Rock sits comfortably with noise and playful bastardised pop music, and this altogether is a hard release to judge, regardless of its entirely intentional cheese factor. 
Think, an easier on the ear Cocteau Twins, splashes of McDowell and The Jesus and Mary Chain out of key and this will only describe some of what is on here.  The only faults I guess is that this all feels a tad staged, even if it is a lot of fun.
-Black Audio
https://blackaudio.wordpress.com/

THE STRANGE WALLS: Won’t Last   CD   Alrealon Music 
The Strange Walls are a three-piece band from New York. If you are looking for her, you will not find much, but you are always struck by the fact that the band is probably something for fans of Tear Garden and The Legendary Pink Dots, which makes me as an old Dothead immediately immediately. And now, her new album .... won't last confirms this to a large extent, even if they are often a track closer to Postpunk and Coldwave than to the Krautrock. 
The opening piece is quite darkwavig with playful electronics, very close to the early dots. But then "The girl on the mandragora (Attrition Mix)" breaks with wild noise and punk cascades. The dreamy electronics with playful electronic and non electronic percussions then returns for the "Torch Song" and is extended in "Wartime Melody" by a gentle acoustic guitar and interesting fieldrecordings and vocal samples Neofolk. "Sit and Sway" works with pounding electronic rhythms and dark synths and works close to the bloodthirst. Guitars and keyboards, which remind a little of The Cure to 17 Seconds, then form the essence for "In Time", Cold Wave in Reinkultur, with bubbling electronics. 
"Hateful Hollow" then walks in psychedelically distorted guitars with a lot of reverb, crackling noises and dark vocals back into the Neofolkschiene. "White" is a light midtempo ballad with a bell-like chorus, a beautiful owl organ (which sounds like a child's keyboard) plus hypnotic electronic bass. In "Snow Day", a brittle rock guitar meets bright bells and pounding and brittle percussions. A small winter song with a dark wave touch. 
Overall, I have to give the Pink Dots references right, because the approach of the band is quite similar. They work with relatively small means in the homerecording process and try to create a poetic music that is as colorful as possible but still dark. What also succeeded. Sometimes the brittle sound a little bit, but actually it forms the charm of this music, which is definitely very audible.
-Musik an sich, Germany.
http://www.musikansich.de/
 

The Strange Walls ... Won't Last 
Alrealon Musique
Experimental - Minimal - Post Punk - Shoegaze 
 New York, these The Strange Walls, and this trio (two men and a woman) brings a sort of electronic-psychedelic spiel canals which Edward Ka-Spel ( The Legendary Pink Dots and The Tear Garden placing) in memory. The spirit of Syd Barrett sometimes haunting their debut album "... Will not Last" (12 songs, 54 minutes) full of light experimental wave and post-punk. They call their music 'outsider music, art-punk, post-punk'. The singer, Regina Yates , has a sweet, somewhat childlike voice which echoes much was put. 
The album opens with the quiet, fragile "The Sleeping Cage". The second track "The Girl On Mandrake (Attrition mix)" was actually mixed by Martin Bowes of dark ambient-industrial-electro act Attrition . It is a very strong melodic and danceable uptempo shoegaze track who did what in the direction goes from The Raveonettes and The Jesus And Mary Chain . This misfit is for me the highlight of this album. 
The relaxed, sensitive and experimental wavey tracks sometimes remind me of the quieter and more song-oriented tracks of The Velvet Underground . I am thinking of a song like "I'm Sticking With You" sung by Velvet Underground drummer Maureen Tucker . "Wartime Melody" is one of them. Sometimes it sounds a bit bare and quite austere in his somewhat Dadaist minimalism. "White" is also one of my favorites and tends towards minimal wave. A rhythm box, elongated keyboard tones that play a minimal melody and a duet between the "child's voice 'by Regina Yates and the bass voice of one of the men. Much more it is not. And that is even more fun to "... Will not Last": "Sit And Sway" for example, sung by one of the male members of "In Time" and still a few. Promising debut. 
-Henk Vereecken 
Dark Entries http://www.darkentries.be/ 
 
THE STRANGE WALLS - WON'T LAST 
A wonderfully magnificent array of hard to find a common denominator to be brought jewels across an imaginary song art of explosive variable instrumentation offers the New York trio The Strange Walls on their album Won't Last(Alrealon Musique). Nowhere to be found between Dresden Dolls, Legendary Pink Dots, Eyeless In Gaza, or the 4AD classics of the first decade is the sum of the eleven clearly distinguishable song designs between fragment and completion, a kaleidoscopic experience of unheard-of events far from any day's politics. 
Founder JVO Worthley, Dan Drogynous and the newly-added Regina Yates form an exceptionally playful team, whose gimmicks are always on the sidelines, but on the way there is a finesse that was once invented by the Dutch with Johan Cryff. In the narrowest space, The Strange Walls open up sound spaces, which, because of an irritatingly coherent melody, take on even magnetic modes of action. And before you know you are right in the middle of a counter-world of harmonized slopes, in which the weight of magic sometimes does not merely imply itself. 
That The Strange Walls previously scored both children's puppet theater as well as the New York Underground "Cinema Of Transgression", the breadth of which might indicate what to Won't Last manifested in mostly muted colors. The title of the album must be interpreted as a clear understatement. Because it is an album of the countless events, which could nevertheless be whistled. This is the end result. Sometimes amusing, sometimes frightening.
-Stephan Wolf
Amusio
http://www.amusio.com/
 

The Strange Walls – …Won’t Last 
 Alrealon Musique – ALRN072 – 31st October 2016 
New York underground act The Strange Walls aren’t conformists or readily categorised: previous releases have been called shoegaze, darkwave, post punk, art punk, experimental, outsider. I’m not even sure what ‘outsider’ is supposed to sound like, but they’re big into their pseudonyms, thus cultivating an air of mystery around the band and their music. Emerging from an ever shifting lineup, core trio of the class of 2016, consisting of Jon V. Worthley, Dan Drogynous and Regina Yates, assisted by Jimmy Ayatollah and John Spreaders have whipped up something appropriately esoteric and wide-ranging for this release. 
More significantly, …Won’t Last straddles many genres and yet subscribes wholly to none. A slow, ominous echoey bassline rent with shrieking, ghostly incidentals provide the musical backing to Regina’s vocal, which sings a vaguely familiar melody. But then it’s straight into a squalling lo-fi post-punk racket reminiscent of The Jesus and Mary Chain and A Place to Bury Strangers crossed with The Pop Group. It’s hard on the ears, and the contrast is almost schizophrenic. When an album’s tracks are as diverse as this, spanning psychedelia and folk and sometimes incorporating elements of at least two or three within a single song, it’s inevitable that some tracks will appeal more than others, and this is something which is wholly subjective. Yet the fact that there are some clear standout tracks is an objective observation, and the sequencing of the tracks accentuates this fact. The bleak electro sound of ‘In Time’ combines steely synths with a dash of dark pop sensibility which calls to mind early 80s Cure, and with its primitive, distant drum sound and reverb-soaked synth oscillations, ‘White’ lands somewhere between Cocteau Twins and Silver Apples, and these tracks inevitably sound stronger against the softer, less structured folky strummers. ‘Snow Day’ leans heavily on early New Order, while ‘Yawdons’ fulfils the criteria for obligatory droning experimental piece. 
The ramshackle production equally works both for and against the album as a whole. Being better suited to some tracks than others, at times adding space and partially obscured sonic depths, at other simply sounding messy. The result, then, is an album that’s a bit hit and miss. Not bad, and in places brilliant, but a few tracks that will likely become skippers after a while.
-Christopher Nosnibor
Aural Aggravation https://auralaggravation.com/
 

The Strange Walls - ... Won't Last [Alrealon Musique 072] 
If there's any label out there that provides a home for what can be described as incredibly strange music it must be the multinational imprint Alrealon Musique which is now about to release "...Won't Last", the new album by the experimental NYC-based project The Strange Walls. Scheduled for October 31st, 2k16  we see the longplay piece provide a string of twelve songs - a journey that starts with the seductive, yet beatless PostPunk- / PostIndie-effort "The Sleeping Cage", turns into distorted, garage'esque Noise'N'Roll slightly reminiscent of Lolita Storm's legendary rrriot grrl-attitude in the so-called 'Attrition Mix' of  "The Girl On Mandragora" before "The Torch Song" brings us some excellent, vocoder-driven Desert Blues vibes mixed up with a touch of a folksy feel. Listening to their "Wartime Melody" we feel a warm, all embracing blur like the smoke-filled air of our favorite underground bar, "Sit And Sway" brings back influences of lonesome Post Punk and experimental (No)Wave that might well appear to The Cure-fans in their most desperate moments whilst followers of the Danish band outfit Darkness Falls which also happen to love Siouxsie & The Banshees are about to fall for the captivating slomo anthem that is "In Time" - surely one of the strongest songs to be found this album. Going into "Hateful Hollow" we find ourselves immersed in a short, haunting and soundscape'ish skit of Lynch'esque qualities, "White" leads us onto the dancefloor where we're supposed to loose ourselves to Regina Yates' fragile and brittle vocal beauty accompanying a yet melancholic but also uplifting instrumental backdrop quite fascinating in its contrasting qualities and "Snow Day" is the kind of song resonating with lovers of Artschool Indie experimentalisms, PostRock - think labels like Morr Music or Alien Transistor here -  and Psychedelia for a reason.  Furthermore the seven+ minute spanning "Yadwons" creates a dreamlike, druggy atmosphere through a collage of yearning accordion tones and seemingly field recorded bits and pieces, the colour transition from "Grey To Red" offers a lo-fi, surely Cosmic-influenced and well spaced out approach to Synth Wave with angelic vocals before finally the untitled, and unlisted, bonus track concludes this touching and defo recommended album in a way that makes us hope that The Strange Walls will last at least.

-BAZE DJUNKIII
http://www.nitestylez.de/

~OTHER ALBUMS~
 

ARTIST: The Strange Walls ALBUM: Home Is Where You Hang Yourself LABEL: Self-released REVIEWER: Matthew J. Helmed by Jon Vomit Worthley, New York City band The Strange Walls combine the acoustic eccentricities of early death rock with the avant-garde analog electronics of the first industrial bands. Their full-length demo opens with "Bully in the Alley," a shout-along acoustic piece that sounds something like a cross between on of the Virgin Prunes' folk offerings and The Violent Femmes, with "One Eye Two Eye Three Eye" adding subsequent synthesizers and rambling bursts of guitar noise as accompaniment to the nasal twang of Worthley's vocals. The rest of the album alternates between spooky folk numbers like the rollicking gypsy-inspired "Skin and Bones" and primitive but effective electronic compositions like "Black Mould" and "Shitburg Song," both of which are comparable to the earliest work of the Legendary Pink Dots, right down to the psychedelic circus organ accompanied by screeching violin. While at times the band's forays into self-aware surrealism borders on art school pretentiousness, as on "The Robber Bridegroom," this is by and large exquisitely weird stuff. "Everybody Disappears" is especially brilliant, its deliberately twee music box effects and synthpop beat only adding to the creepiness. While Worthley, guitarist Danya Yushkov, and percussionist Dandrogynous are amateur at times, this release's low-fi qualities only add to its charms, and fans of similar avant-garde death rock acts like The Deadfly Ensemble should especially enjoy The Strange Walls. 
-Grave Concerns Ezine, US.~UK. 

THE STRANGE WALLS HOME IS WHERE YOU HANG YOURSELF Own Label Who are they? Well, we have three individuals here, Jon Vomit Worthley, Dandrogynous and Danya (Davin) Yushkov, and they've been going since the late 90's, and if you want a clue as to their intentions they initially played live a set primarily composed of Virgin Prunes and Joy Div covers. Interestingly they refer to themselves as Post-Punk crossed with Folk Noir and there is a kind of diseased Dexy's meets a peculiarly prurient Pogues about them. They merge the melodic with the miasmic, spreading the idea wide or snipping it off without a care. The idea itself seems to be what matters and the form is secondary, which I like, a lot. In fact it's a brilliant record, which can also be infuriating, and they know this, the bastards. Their pieces have a point, whether you like the finish or not, as there is nothing ornate, and sometimes a sense of the shambolic, but it doesn't matter because their imagination is superb and you will be impressed, even if it takes a little getting used to. 'Bully In The Alley' is like intruding on some disturbing drunkards manhandling a shanty, while the cruelly terminated 'One Eye Two Eye Three Eye' seems to be The Mekons channelling Village People and just as some startling guitar seems promising it's over. 'Black Mould' is furtive and lively for all its shabbiness but it's so brief, before the inventive, eerie gloopiness of 'Shitburg Song.' 'Brandy Blackberry' begins like a stodgy artpunk mistake, but there's curious violin accompanying crude lyrics and creepy imagery which actually makes for a becoming mess although, ironically, it seems too long. 'Home Is Where You Hang Yourself' is just weird, pootling along, comic-tragic. 'Everybody Disappears' twinkles like shamelessly idiotic pop at heart, sing-song but saddlesore, and just slumps, weirdly, which is still charming. 'The Robber Bridegroom' is a lugubrious enigma, drifting by with some weird lyrical whimsy, and the meticulously slow 'Bloody Wednesday' is oddly hypnotic but becomes irritating. The jaunty mania of 'Skin And Bone' is winningly witty but also quite sad. 'Two Feet Off The Ground' has a delightfully skimpy beat tapping away yet the noodling synth and dribbling vocals create a murky mixture to keep you guessing, and then 'Home Is Where You Hang Yourself' returns to collapse once more. They're very strange because here are rough ideas better than some bands manage as fully formed songs, and it pulls you in, naturally intrigued, although it doesn't satisfy. You can tell there's greatness here but they need to decide if they're going for the completed picture or some tantalising sketches. 
-Mick Mercer 

Strangewalls THE INFAMOUS RED SPOTS. cd 
Date received: 12/23/2000" 
I don't know what this album is supposed to be" writes Jon Worthley, d/b/a Strangewalls. "The original idea was to get gassed and make a cabaret album." Heh, I get the gassed part, but cabaret? Maybe if the club was Cafe Flesh, the sex nightclub in Antonio Pasolini's 1983 avant-porn classic. In its concern with darkness, dreams, madness and general dysfunction, 
Strangewalls shares some themes with goth, but really this is has little do with that rather well-defined genre. Closer in spirit to Syd Barrett than Peter Murphy, The Infamous Red Spots drifts from one unsettling scenario to the next, entrancing and disturbing with surreal incantations. FYI, 
Greg Forschler of Seattle's like-minded Fear of Dolls contributes violin to "Sunken Eyes" -- another transcontinental collaboration facilitated by Demo Universe! 
-Jim Santo

The Infamous Red Spots. cd 
'The music brought here can be called strange at least. Disturbing sounds combined with piano lines and surreal melodies added with a voice with a lot of effects or just screaming. This has very little to do with goth or any other dark genre in the scene. It's rape of music brought with a lot of devotion. This is only for people who are tired of the traditional bands and are happy with calm weird music brought in a punk way. 
Darker Than The Bat~Germany. 

The Strange Walls BLOODY GARMENTS. cassette 
Experimental post-punk weirdo Jonathan "Vomit" Worthley has been stalking the fringes of the New England music scene since the mid-'90s. Initially inspired by Dead Milkmen ("Silly Dreams" is not so much covered as shrouded here) and Dinosaur Jr., Worthley was later drawn into Nick Cave, Lydia Lunch, Lou Reed, Clan of Xymox, Cure, Black Tape For A Blue Girl and other such cheerful musics. Soaked in reverb and riddled with eerie sounds and whispers, Bloody Garments orbits a galaxy far removed from where most so-called glam/goth bands live; the average Marilyn Manson fan would run shrieking from Strangewalls, which doubtless pleases Jon to no end.
-Jim Santo 

Strangewalls THE EVIL CLERGY MAN SOUNDTRACK. cassette 
The title "H.P. Lovecraft's: The Evil Clergyman" is a reference to a short film produced by the artist behind the Portland Maine project Strange Walls, Jon Worthley. The film was apparently only shown once, and then discarded while the soundtrack was kept and passed around to anyone interested.     The soundtrack opens with a scratchy, skipping melody that one would only put in a silent film setting -- indeed much of overall feeling of this tape is that of a silent film, although lacking the silent part as there is a little dialogue. After the short opening melody, we are treated to a superb work of what I would call minimalist light noise. Often times it seems to be little more than a drone, while at others, the various other elements create an almost insane organic soundscape truly fitting of a Lovecraft tale.     In my opinion this is a very solid soundtrack for this type of film. (I almost wish that I could see the film that goes with it, maybe if the artist reads this.....). The organic elements are what really stand out, making even the music itself an exploration into the whole Cthulu Mythos. The quality of the recording is a little lacking, but that can easily just be attributed to the fact that it was done on tape, but that's hardly a drawback, it only makes me wonder what to expect when he releases a CD.
-Last Sigh Magazine

strangewalls: KEZIA'S STRANGEWALLS.cassette 
This is a homemade production recorded onto a blank cassette. From what I gathered from the information sent with this, Strangewalls is a synth-led Duo from Portland, ME. I have to say that this is by far the best piece of music we've ever recieved. The music sounds like early OMD on acid. I heard echoes of Smiley Smile by the Beach Boys when I encountered the strange juxtaposition of pop songs and atmospheric noise. Bizarre stuff and most enjoyable as well. We look foreward to hearing more from them. 
-DreemyKreem Magazine. 

strangewalls BLOODY GARMENTS. cassette 
Strange walls is comprised of Portland Maine musician and amateur film maker, Jon Whorthly. This is his second self published release (the first being the soundtrack to a H.P. Lovecraft film he produced) currently serves as his demo.     I had already been exposed to Strange Walls before hearing this tape, so I thought I knew what to expect, but I was wrong, this tape is completely different from his previous one. First off, it's much more upbeat and a little more acoustic. the sound stylings range from demented little ballads that remind me a lot of some of Edward Ka-Spels work, to some very nicely done noise tracks. Now I'm not a huge fan of noise, but I would say that these are actually a pleasure to listen to. They aren't overly harsh or abrasive, but just simple and eclectic collections of sound. The artist describes it as "in your face gloom", but I don't consider it to be all THAT gloomy. I felt that there were even some moments when it even felt perky, don't ask me why.     The only real complaints I would have are with the recording itself, since it's all on tape, the quality is inherently bad, making me wonder at times if I was listening to one of the noise tracks or if it really was just the tape, but that can’t really be blamed on the artist. I understand that he's currently working on a cd, and if it's anywhere near as good and interesting as his tapes have been, you can be sure that it'll be a worthy investment.
-Last Sigh 

STRANGEWALLS The infamous red spots (CD)(Own Release)
It doesn’t happen but in the case of this American band I had to listen three times to their CD before I could review it! Even if I was fascinated (otherwise I wouldn’t spend two hours listening to it, you know?) by their sounds I only had one problem : how describe it? I mean, have you ever heard a band who are making an avant garde-industrial version from the Christmas carol "Little Drummer Boy"? I guess not, but from the moment you heard this then you have! So that’s probably Strangewalls in a nutshell….an indusband who are using samplings from known sounds (….and that really can be anything!) and who are waving a sort of industrial atmosphere around it. As said, strange (and yup…their name doesn’t include a lie at all!) but the adventure you’re undergoing while hearing this can only be like drugs…you know it’s bad but you tend to return to it….and that’s Strangewalls : you know it’s bad for the brains (no other record gave me so much headache to write something decent about it!) but the satisfaction you get when hearing this is in no balance with the damaged cells of the brain. 
-The Original Sin, Belgium 

The Strange Walls. The Infamous Red Spots 
Jon Vomit presented me with this, his band’s (1st?) CD, at a rock show in Brooklyn recently. I don’t know who else was involved, but I think he did the vocals and the keyboard parts. It’s an amazing, eerily beautiful collection of songs that reminds me of Bauhaus, Cabaret Voltaire, Brian Eno, and the more meditative sections of Pink Floyd’s “The Wall,” but without ever being directly imitative or derivative of any of that. The mostly slow paced, haunted sounding sketches create their own world and it is a strange one, indeed. Songs like “Kate In a Hospital Bed” and “Basil’s Song” might have been titled by Edward Gorey (R.I.P.) and strike me as a possible musical counterpart to his ink drawings of sickly, Victorian children who find themselves in various dreadful yet drily amusing predicaments. Many of these songs feature simple, pretty piano figures which are subverted by ominous synthesizers and unsettling lyrics. They are like children’s songs or nursery rhymes gone horribly askew. The vocals circle around themselves in echoey, effects laden layers, creating an ethereal mood. Plink plink goes a pleasant piano, while the voice sometimes rises to a mad moan or howl. Some of the lyrics are too soft to really hear so that a narrative is only hinted at (in “Basil’s Song” I thought I heard lines such as “cigarettes and opium/Daddy needs a gun…” and “the diamonds on your face are rich as snow/the garden bed philosophies will rearrange your mind”). My favorite song here is number 4, “The Valley and the Red Spot,” and incidentally I think it spooked my CD player. After two plays I couldn’t find it anymore. Was it a poltergeist in song form, teasing me? Or did I imagine the song? Finally, by forwarding through song number 3, I found it again. This song sounded the most complete and its lyrics were clearer: In the valley children sing/see the decorated heads/throwing rocks and stones at people/laughing by the sun/In the valley every spring/the worm avoids the rocks they fling/since the time as I was taken home to when he was young/I remember you and I beside the fountain talking to the worm/as he spoke the red spot swayed around and round/sickly, sickly, swirling, bloody, red spot.. These surreal lyrics are delivered in a detached, conversational tone above synth and piano. Now and then a flute comes in to good effect, echoing the two synth notes that see-saw gently. “My Electrode” has buzzers going off and “It’s Flattery” has a persistent, synth pop urgency not heard elsewhere on the CD. I like the way it ends abruptly and then there’s one more note. These songs break the drowsy mood of the others and I’d be curious to see where they lead. Near the end, the melody of “The Little Drummer Boy” is played on accordion and the ascending piano part heard on the first song returns, bringing the music full circle and wrapping things up nicely. I look forward to hearing more from Jon Vomit and his musical crew of fellow Maine-iacs.
-Laura Markley