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Wounded Knee

mellifluous meanderings

About Me

Wounded Knee is an experimental musician from Edinburgh, Scotland. He is a happy amateur . He doesn't want to kill anybody.
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Music:

Member Since: 7/20/2005
Band Website: SHAZZBLAT " SHAZZBLAT
Band Members: WK PRODUCT:
Die Berliner Luft on SHAZZBLAT
WK Minerals release on BENBECULA RECORDS
OUT NOW on KOVOROX SOUND
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Sounds Like: Die Berliner Luft:
As distinctive and fascinating as ever this is minimally recorded using one mic, a radio and looping pedals, much like his live sets. The vocal tracks range from the suitably soporific thrum and almost Aboriginal drone of "The Big Sleep" to the protest round-singing of "Iran" to the a cappella renditions of "I See a Darkness" and the traditional "When the Whale Gets Strike". Add to this some wonderfully fuzzed-up drones, kazoo crooned melancholy and shortwave hauntings, and you have a mighty fine disc. Gayle Brogan, Melody Bar
Benbecula Minerals: All at once unsettling, eerie, strange and yet illuminating and strangely engaging, Wright cultivates with the most minimal usage of instruments a rarefied air of something innately traditional and vintage, like a lost language he crafts an unrivalled feast of archaic folk mantras and dusted spirituals whose melodic lilt is borne of looped vocal drone interplays. As though sourced and relocated from some Appalachian mountain tribe (as on the haunting monastic like ‘mycology is better than yours’) and blended with the native shanties of the railroad pioneers (just check out the softly psychedelicised magic mushroom munching ’all manner of magical spores’ or the days end alluring cotton field lilt of ‘new dawn coda‘). An experience to behold Losing Today
This record manages to be forward thinking and traditionally Scottish at the same time, way out and listenable at the same time and that’s not something that can always be said Ed Jupp, Is This Music?
show some humility! : The disk contains one long track that starts off with a fairly simply yet odd stuck electro rhythmic loop, then slowly but surely he adds on more subtle layers of linked rhythmic sounds as well as what could be the sound of distant rain, overworked wind bellows ect, aged machine tones, ect- giving the whole track a very hypnotic aged and come alive junk yard feel, as if moss weaved spokes are moving once more and rust incrusted engineers are trying to tick over. There’s a great feeling of building tension and anticipation with-in the loops as he alters and builds their atmosphere towards more noisy climbs Roger Batty, Musique Machine
Record Label: Benbecula, Kovorox Sound, Pjorn72, Shazzblat
Type of Label: None

My Blog

The Mole People

The Mole People: Break Night"Europe Endless" ends, wends it's way Stateside and then, with eager engine growling, resumes the eternal ride.   Across shimmering new vistas through diaphan...
Posted by Wounded Knee on Sun, 27 Apr 2008 11:09:00 PST

notes on die berliner luft

radio daze: all of the radio dazes are edited extracts from one single recording which I did quite late one night in our first apartment in Kreuzberg.  I connected my wee portable radio to both o...
Posted by Wounded Knee on Tue, 22 Apr 2008 05:55:00 PST

Triptych 2008

So farewell then Triptych, this your final year.  I will miss most of all your promotional booklets.  I don't know which Bumper Book Of Superlatives you use as your reference guide but my go...
Posted by Wounded Knee on Sat, 12 Apr 2008 09:31:00 PST

Sounds of Bowles Pt 2

The men shouted in a desperate fashion, so that they were obliged to lean against the table for support.  All night long they kept it up.  When I awoke at quarter to five they were still at...
Posted by Wounded Knee on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 10:54:00 PST

the creative act

the creative act does not create something out of nothing, like the God of the Old Testament; it combines, reshuffles and relates already existing but hitherto separate ideas, facts, frames of percept...
Posted by Wounded Knee on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 11:44:00 PST

A most hideous segue

From Son House to Nick Cave at his most execrable.My ambivalence gives way to total antipathy whenever I see this ...
Posted by Wounded Knee on Mon, 07 Apr 2008 03:19:00 PST

Sounds of Bowles Pt 1

The nights seem endless, perhaps because I lie awake listening to the unfamiliar sounds made by the insects, birds and reptiles.  By now I can tell more or less how late it is by the section of t...
Posted by Wounded Knee on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 02:21:00 PST

this working life

From: Sent: Tue 01/04/2008 09:50 To: Subject: RE: Email & fax sheets I fully agree with you and I said as much in my first email.  But sometimes a mistake is made, a supervisor forgets.&nb...
Posted by Wounded Knee on Wed, 02 Apr 2008 01:58:00 PST

Bells

Sometimes, on Sundays, I heard the bells, the Lincoln, Acton, Bedford, or Concord Bell, when the wind was favourable, a faint, sweet and, as it were, natural melody, worth importing into the wildernes...
Posted by Wounded Knee on Sat, 02 Feb 2008 10:28:00 PST

Santiago Mutumbajoy

    The smell of yage flowed through the dark, and those who had drunk it before shuddered at the memory of its acrid taste- the fecund smell of compressed forest vines, roots, tunks, l...
Posted by Wounded Knee on Sun, 20 Jan 2008 10:54:00 PST