Posts Tagged ‘Farming Incident’

skoghall rekordings – 8th January 2024

Christopher Nosnibor

There’s nothing like a descriptive title to set out plainly what you’re getting. As the notes which accompany this EP release inform us, ‘Leeds postpunkspacerockers Farming Incident released a couple of LPs over their existence and ceased to be in June 2010… The three songs on this release are the first and only batch of recorded songs that were put to tape in late 2007 as part of the proposed 3rd LP which sadly never came into existence…… These songs were rediscovered by FI vocalist Dave Procter in December 2023 and are now released in their full glory.’

Agent Procter has been busy with myriad musical projects since the demise of Farming Incident, many of which have been covered here at Aural Aggravation, and his relocation to Sweden to escape the post-Brexit hell of this sorry island meant that we lost another great Leeds / York postpunkspacerock act in the form of boilersuit-wearing motoric mofos The Wharf Street Galaxy Band. Perhaps in another decade we’ll be treated to some of their final lost session recordings – but for now, we should keep our attention on the release at hand.

To establish the chronology, the band’s untitled third album, which was clearly very much in its early developmental stages, was in progress before their second album, Nine Degrees of Torture (reissued last year) was released. On the strength of just three songs, it’s difficult to determine the level of ‘overlap’ and / or ‘departure’ when weighing up the content of the next album versus its predecessor.

‘the message’ is a heavy-duty full-throttle blast that really transports the listener back to that bridging point where punk split into post-punk circa 79, and with its stonking bass and hectic drumming, I find myself thinking of Joy Division’s early demo recordings as Warsaw. It’s raw, furious, and all the fire. Busy, jangly, messy with treble and without even a smear of polish, it’s real alright. Procter isn’t a singer – he’s a vocalist, and the fact he strains for the higher notes – which is half the song isn’t just ok, but integral to the raw sound. He sounds rather like David Gedge on ‘the pit of doom’ as he sings ‘you’re slipping on the slope / grasping for the rope’, while the band scrabble and scratch away at the instrumentation. The guitar is a scaping chang of treble which chops and splinters into a mesh of top-end amidst streams of feedback.

‘menezes’ is another rough and ready guitar-driven explosion that’s more the sound of ’79 than ’07… although I’m struggling to think what the sound of ’07 actually was. There’s a sense that this was something of a murky spell for music. The post-rock explosion which had erupted circa 2003-4 which seemed to last an eternity was in fact dying of in 2007, and while there was undoubtedly good new music out there – and I was writing about it – there was no real dominant form, no genre which stood out as defining the period, and we trudged and lurched our way through a no-man’s-land of nothing much at all. Small wonder that a band like Farming Incident should peter out. They weren’t part of the zeitgeist: there was no zeitgeist. It’s a shame: Farming Incident were good, and their works in progress showed serious potential, however out of step.

As an aside, their page mentions that ‘All proceeds of any sales will go to Médicins sans Frontières. Thanks for your donation. Go to this link for more details -> http://www.msf.org and of course donate directly here -> http://www.msf.org/donate. Ta(ck).’ It’s good. Give it a blast. And give money.

AA

AAa2821299314_10

skoghall rekordings – 30th June 2023

Christopher Nosnibor

Racking up a second release in its first month of existence, new Swedish label skoghall rekordings – the gentler sibling of Dret Skivor – offers up a reissue of the second album by Farming Incident, originally released in 2008 on Wrath Records, home of The Scaramanga Six and Eureka Machines.

The tags which accompany this release include ‘experimental’, ‘hip hop’, ‘ambient’, ‘anarcho-folk’, ‘folktronica’, ‘politics’, ‘post-punk’, ‘post-rock’, and ‘space rock’, and if that seems an incredibly eclectic cocktail, it’s a fair summary of a band who never sat comfortably in any category, at a time when crossovers and hyper-hybridity were still pretty uncommon and even less accepted: this was a time in the wake of the 90s emergence of rap-rock crossovers and around the time when instrumental post-rock’s ubiquity was waning after what felt like an eternity but was in fact a span of maybe four years at most.

For this, their final album, Farming Incident had expanded its pseudonymous membership to four, with Agent Jones (guitar, bass), Agent Mays (drums) and Agent Procktaur (vocals, guitar, bass, keyboards) being joined by Agent Pushkin (backing vocals, guitar, bass) ‘to allow more flexibility in instrument swapping’. And that’s certainly a lot of guitar and bass-playing contributions across their personnel.

‘Elk vs Volvo’ is a choppy slice of post-punk that crunches Gang of Four and The Fall together with sinewy guitars propelled by energetic drumming. It’s also got that authentic lo-fi eight-track early eighties sound, and really only being familiar with Dave Procter’s work from the last ten years or so, it’s something of a revelation to hear him doing vocals – and actually singing(ish) – in a more conventional indie / rock context. The verses on the goth-tinged ‘Sadism vs Fadism’ (although it’s more early Pulp with a dash of PiL and Rudimentary Peni than The Sisters of Mercy or The Danse Society) finds him in more recognisable voice, with a Sprechgesang delivery with flattened northern vowels, before coming on more like David Gedge in the choruses.

There’s indie-surf and straight-up indie in the mix, and it’s all going on really. Casting my mind back to 2008, and some of it’s hazy because time, and beer, and so may gigs and albums, but this doesn’t sound like an album from around that time. The nagging bass and guitar of ‘Stiletto’, which reminds me of Murder the Disturbed but with the synths from B-Move or even Ultravox, giving it very much a feel of c79-81, before it locks into a motorik groove.

‘The Terrorist You Seek Is in the Mirror’ finds Procter in the kind of lyrical territory he’s made his home since, slogging out slogans with passion, but with a fairly standard four-square punked-up pub-rock instrumentation, it’s perhaps the alum’s least interesting track, particularly as it’s overshadowed by the atmospheric stroll of ‘G.O.T.H.’ which explodes in a colossal crescendo three quarters of the way in, flange and chorus heavy guitars dominating.

They chuck in a surprise grunge tune in the shape of ‘Phobos’, but it’s also got that early 90s noise rock slant that owes as much to the more obscure acts. And then there’s the final track, ‘Owls’. It’s a goth—tinged alt-rock screamer, one of those longer songs that simply could never be long enough even if it was half an hour long, in the same way that The Honolulu Mountain Daffodils’ ‘Tequila Dementia’ is simply too short. ‘Night vision, owls are gonna get you!’ Dave sings, channelling paranoia and panic while prefacing the avian themes that would resurface latter in his career on songs like The Wharf Street Galaxy Band’s ‘No Puffins For You, Lad’.

A lot has happened in the last fifteen years. We’ve had thirteen years under a Conservative government for a start, and the whole world seems to have taken a nosedive socially, politically, economically, and it seems impossible to think now that Trump and Brexit and Johnson and Covid were only the tip of the iceberg. But while we’re seemingly more divided than ever as people wage war over pronouns and images of Mickey Mouse in hostels for asylum-seeking children, we do seem to have become more accommodating of music that is so eclectic as to seem rootless. Nine Degrees of Torture probably feels more at home in 2023 than it did back in 2018, but even now, it doesn’t really sound like anything else. Bits of stuff, yes, like a magpie raid on bits and bobs from all over, but it’s not grunge or post-punk or anything really, but somehow it hangs together nicely.

AA

a3609247591_10