Pieters, Kim / Russell, Bruce & Max / Stapleton, Pete: Cold Sweat / Max Sings

SKU: 28224877

Pieters, Kim / Russell, Bruce & Max / Stapleton, Pete: Cold Sweat / Max Sings

SKU: 28224877

Format: 7-INCH SINGLE

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Title: Cold Sweat / Max Sings
Artist: Pieters, Kim / Russell, Bruce & Max / Stapleton, Pete
Label: Ecstatic Yod
Product Type: 7-INCH SINGLE
UPC: 769791953093
Genre: Rock

2002 release. The trio of Kim Pieters, Bruce Russell, and Peter Stapleton is well known to listeners who recognize and understand a good thing when they hear it. Their two CDs, Last Glass (Corpus Hermeticum 007, 1995) and Sex/Machine (Metonymic 005, 1999), are powerful extensions of free music improvisation, taking the shake of the unknown well past the barriers of all suspected tongues. The A-side of this 33rpm 7 is a palate-forcing distender of their previous work, making blocks of concrete shimmer w/ a force that seems almost entirely natural. The B-side, on which the three are joined by Bruce's son, Max, is another kettle of gawp. Not since the early days of papa Russell's Dead C has NZ structure been so gorgeously deformed. In a sense, this track resembles nothing so much as the first punch thrown in the battle to give no wave shenanigans a place at the Kiwi table. Yow.

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