“The first time I tried to listen to this album I made the error of bringing it on a train journey to hear through headphones. Wrongly thinking I’d be able to absorb it in a focused manner this way, I was instead instantly enclosed by a gigantic family of tourists who spoiled the experience with their endless routine of stomping around, shouting constant updates or appeals for updates at each other and playing their shitty kid videos on an iPad. Following them, some rich-looking guy boarding at the airport sat next to me sporting a tan, a purple ‘VIP’ wristband and some of the most staggering breath I’ve ever experienced in public. Suffice it to say I didn’t quite get the full measure of the album in question. Imagine my guilt, then, upon playing it a few days later at home, in relative peace and quiet, and finding that the central nervous system level annoyance I felt that day had its roots far more in the music than the actions of those poor people.
“The truth is, Cesspool of the Angels is a recording of naturally jarring qualities and intent. There is a rippling, continuous pace to all proceedings which won’t allow you a whole lot of time to sink your talons in before throwing you into something new and not altogether meant to be a nice experience. At some distance shy of 15 minutes into this opus I’ve already lost count of the incongruous sound sources to have been bent, warped, wrung and wrenched between my ears, as if my very brain is an object to be flossed by Glass’s quietly punishing dentist’s hand. I feel every bit as itchy and jumpy as I did on that fucking train. Was that Jimi Hendrix in conversation with Homer Simpson? Doesn’t matter — now it’s clattering machines and burnt-out organs fizzing as though amplified via a baby monitor. Brief, ad-hoc choirs of rendered vocals are now drenched in clicky synthesis and yeah, I now even detect some train noises in the mix. Man, I’m so sorry for how I cursed that poor family in my head. Just wanting to see Big Ben etc. before they all died. England can be a difficult place to be if you’re not from here and I understand the need to keep your kid busy and stay atop of your travel anxieties. Mr VIP has fewer excuses though, the nasty sod.
“I don’t for a minute want anyone to think this means that Glass is motivated by the churlish desire to throw shit at a kitchen sink, then wall, with no sense of what he wants to stick. I’ve spoken before about the supreme deftness with which he sculpts his sounds and it’s all in shining evidence here. If you’ve paid attention to our man’s offerings for years via Glands of External Secretion, Bren’t Lewiis Ensemble, This is Yvonne Lovejoy, and the many various collabs, you’re gonna hear a tonne of now trademark things in Cesspool too — we could talk about how painstaking it must be for him to find and collect all these speech samples of American Assholes tricking themselves into believing something incorrect, or the nerdily inclined might be keen to know serial and model numbers responsible for the massive palette of often rich, pristine electronics and processes you get to hear, but what interests me is the skill of Glass’s editing. The ear for… production, lacking a better word for it. That overall awareness of what should happen here, then or now — and what should happen to these things… it’s something I’m sure is based upon complete intuition and I say that it has yet to steer any of us wrong. I think it's fair to advance the notion that Glass is a relatively busy, shall we say prolific artist; steadily issuing work and staying busy with the right kind of regularity. Within this however, does not exist the release where he has dared to let his QC settings slip to anything shy of ‘Really Quite High’. Like I always tell my Mum — this stuff is not necessarily serious but the people are serious as hell about doing it. I’d say that describes this record and Glass’s craft on whole, which is deserving of consideration among some of the finest, most world-class people pissing about with difficult sounds in the world today. Don’t believe me? That’s fine. Interested? Give this disc a try. It’s got action enough to suit all from the most bottom-feeding post-underground burnouts to all you guys who like to collect that INA GRM type shit.” —Duncan Harrison, Brighton, England, 2023
“I thought I might not ever be able to leave and no one would ever know. A real brain scrambler.” —John Whitson, Holy Mountain
“Highly startling and rather good. I became alarmed at one point with a sound I thought behind me but couldn’t recognize as being in the house.” —Hamish MacKenzie, Lost And Found Sounds, 2BOB
“I listened while walking inside a massive warehouse filled with surplus stuff from a very large school district. Then I went to the mall and listened there. Finally I listened at night in bed while editing photographs. The endless bridging transitions kinda calls to mind Calvino’s Invisible Cities. The deep dive work done collecting audio snippets really packs a wallop.” —Kristafer Abplanalp, Kapt. Molasses
“Absolutely masterful, singular, thrilling audio collage.” —Howard Stelzer, AP Math
“Dizzying quackery.” —Max Milgram, TD Bankpen
“Glass might be considered the golden rivet of the absurdist American underground, what with his decades-long contributions to Glands of External Secretion, Bren’t Lewiis Ensemble et al., and, of course, his time at the helm of the good ship / bad egg Bananafish. If we know anything from all that activity — and let’s be real, assumptions serve us badly in the world of S. Glass — it’s to expect an uneasy ride, and so it goes with Cesspool of the Angels, a record that plays true to its title. If Glands of External Secretion’s Neck Pillow was a diaristic, soundbite unspooling of the grotesque, then Cesspool is its monstrous Godkilla kin, a post-Negativland collagistic stomping across the American pop culture wasteland that feels like an endless scrolling through public access TV and trash aesthetics amidst an unshifting fever dream. Think Fourth World Magazine, Lambkin, Black Dice and Double Leopards imploded to a pulpy (and Pulp-y) mess of ludicrous abstraction and, guess what, eternal truth. The final track ‘Rise of The American Asshole’ feels as impossible and inevitable as such a song should: a voice exclaims, ‘I don’t like what I don’t understand,’ and with no little veracity. Culture is dead, here’s its epitaph.” —World of Echo
Available from Minimum Table Stacks
AVAILABLE IN OCTOBER, on tour of New Zealand and Australia with People Skills.
Aiming for the tonality brut of something like Morton Feldman’s For Samuel Becket, S. Glass hits the bullseye of unintended targets such as Eleanor Parker’s malfunctioning electric wheelchair scene in Eye of the Cat, birds squawking as if getting crushed to death, and the rhythmically stunted remixes of “You Are My Love Angle” by ’80s Quebecois dubmeister Tad Quanphieu as Felix Nappledab. Which is about all one can realistically expect from electroacoustic sound collage after a sensuous night of Morris dancing. Seven new studio recordings — scraping, screeching, moaning, howling, recitations, voices, collages, loops, clunks, thuds, fwips, and reeeeeeeeer.
AVAILABLE IN OCTOBER, on tour of New Zealand and Australia with People Skills.
Field recordings, guitar, voice, loops, sound processing, objects, excerpts from fails videos, radio, sulfur box, and synthesizer converging in a vortex of mutant ambience.
OCTOBER 12
Peacock Lounge, Haight Street, San Francisco
With People Skills, Darksmith of California, Carl With People
OCTOBER 15
Mission To Seafarers, Melbourne, Australia
With People Skills, Silzedrek, Francis Plagne, Troth, DJ YL Hooi
OCTOBER 16
O’Tomorrow Show with Pat O’Brien
3RRR Radio, Melbourne, Australia
With People Skills
OCTOBER 17
Make It Up Club, Melbourne, Australia
With People Skills, Chloe Sobek, Jason Kahn / Dan Brown
OCTOBER 19
Sideways Bar, Canberra, Australia
With People Skills
OCTOBER 20
Fatamorgana, Sydney, Australia
With People Skills, Anthony Guerra, xNOBBQx, Wytchings
OCTOBER 21
Newcastle, Australia
With People Skills, Loop Orchestra
OCTOBER 22
Lost And Founds Sounds with Hamish MacKenzie
2BOB Radio, Taree, Australia
With People Skills
OCTOBER 23
Pike Bar and Grill, Long Beach
With Clean Girl and the Dirty Dishes
OCTOBER 23
Season Three Instruments, Brisbane, Australia
With People Skills, Club Sound Witches, Leighton Craig
OCTOBER 24
Audio Foundation, Auckland, New Zealand
With People Skills, Ducklingmonster
OCTOBER 25
Pyramid, Wellington, New Zealand
With People Skills, P. Witts
OCTOBER 26, 27, 28
Lines Of Flight Festival, Port Chalmers, New Zealand
With People Skills, The Dead C, Surface of the Earth, Charles Ives Singers, Abigail Aroha Jensen & Tash van Schaardenburg, Roy Montgomery, Aotearoa Snuff Jazz Orchestra, Sunset Temples, Fleshbug, Hōhā, Childrens Letters to God, Little Deaths, Grvdggr, DJ Kiran Dass + projected visuals curated by Beth Hilton.
NOVEMBER 2
Lyttelton Coffee Co., Lyttelton, New Zealand
With People Skills, Bruce Russell
NOVEMBER 8
The Sinclair, Cambridge MA
With Codeine
NOVEMBER 9
Bowery Ballroom, NYC
With Codeine
NOVEMBER 10
Black Cat, Washington DC
With Codeine
NOVEMBER 11
Underground Arts, Philadelphia PA
With Codeine
DECEMBER 6
Hot Pockets, Turn Turn Turn, Portland OR
With Alex Behr, Karleigh Brogan, Seth Lorinczi, Scott Smith. MC Liz Costello
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