I am forever enthralled listening to musicians and artists who can apply the tenet of free jazz and non-music to sound while remaining, even vaguely, within the confines of DIY punk. I'm not talking about punk music, per se, and this OLYMPIA CREATIVE MUSIC CONCERN certainly does not come from the patches and studs crowd (nor does it pretend to), but I mean to say that it's so easily, or at least instantly, identifiable. And again with the clarification: not that the sounds can be identified, but that you feel like you identify with the sounds. That the sounds come from yours...and that the sounds are OK for you. Even if you don't understand them. OCMC have turned basement punk into Haidakhan Babji chants and mantras, manipulating purpose and intent and defying description or categorization in the process. It's one hour of improvisation, a concept resurrected from the dumpster. And it is (should be) the logical extension of what used to happen at TEHQ every Monday.
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