Friday 19 March 2010

Japanese Music - Part 4


D-Beat




What is d-beat?

According to wikipedia, d-beat is this:

C: | x - - x - x - - x - - x - x - -:| | C= cymbal
S: | - - o - - - o - - - o - - - o- :| | S= snare
K:|o - - o - o - - o - - o - o - -:| | K= kick

There is some debate over the origin of the d-beat, some attributing it to Filthy Animal Taylor, others saying that it was used by heavy psychedelic bands before Motörhead got their hands on it.

Yeah, whatever. BTW, the wikipedia entry on d-beat sucks.

So, we're back where we started. What is d-beat?

Urban dictionary has a good definition: "D-beat is basically crust punk without the hippy part."

D-beat is a style of aggressive, hard-core punk rock, modeled on the concept that Discharge are the best band to have ever existed. This is a good concept, and I subscribe to this theory whole-heartedly. For no adequately explained reason, d-beat appears endemically in Sweden and Japan. Osaka has, as I've previously mentioned, a kick-arse d-beat scene, populated with all manner drunk-punks, operators, thugs and misfits. The music's not as shabby/hippy as crust-core. It's a lot heavier than most hard-core, with bigger, fatter, yokuzuna-sized guitars, wild thrashing vocalists, and drums that sound like a herd of charging rhinoceros. It's really charged, stirring music and I find it extremely listenable. D-beat remains thematically fixated on concepts such as human annihilation (black metal anyone?)... and most importantly... I really like it.

Bands that might be called d-beat include:
Disclose
Framtid
Gloom
D-clone
Disturd
Redrum
Unarm
Reality Crisis
Fortitude

Look, I don't claim to be an expert on these things. I'm just an enthused antipodean BM drummer, so don't get too upity if I've got d-beat on my crust, or some metal in my punk. But yeah, if you can, listen to all of the above bands. Especially Discharge. They're ace.

The list

Kyoto Prefecture
Ginkaku-ji
Tetsugaku-no-Michi
Honen-in
Shimogamo-jinja
Sanjusangen-do
Tofuku-ji
Gion
Yasaka-jinja
Kōdai-ji
Kiyomizu-dera
Maruyama-koen
Chion-in
Heian-jingu
Nanzen-ji
Tōji
Kyoto Imperial Palace
Fushimi Inari Taisha
Kitano Tenman-gu
Nijō-jō
Daikaku-ji
Sanzen-in

Shiga Prefecture
Hikone-jō

Hyogo Prefecture
Himeji-jō
Kobe Port
Nankinmachi
Kitano Area
Rokko Island

Nara Prefecture
Tōdai-ji
Kasuga-taisha
Nigatsu-do and Sangatsu-do

Mie Prefecture
Iga Ueno-jō
Ninja-mura

Wakayama Prefecture
Okunoin
Kongobu-ji
Tokugawa Mausoleum
Danjogaran Toto
Daimon

Osaka Prefecture
Sumiyoshi-taisha
Shitennoji
Ame-mura
Dōguyasuji
Dotonbori
Den-den Town
Osaka jō
Tempōzan
Ryokuchi Koen (and the Open Air Museum of Old Japanese Farmhouses)

Ishikawa Prefecture
Kenroku-en
Kanazawa jō
Higashiyama district
Omicho-ichiba

Nagano Prefecture
Matsumoto Castle
Hakuba

Gifu Prefecture
Eihō-ji

Aichi Prefecture
Nagoya-jō
Atsuta-jingu
Inuyama-jō
Haritsuna-jinja
Tagata-jinja

Hiroshima Prefecture
Gembaku-domu

Kagawa Prefecture
Kompira-san
Ritsurin-koen

Tokyo
Tokyo Imperial Palace
Tsukiji
Akihabara
Ueno-koen
Hibiya-koen
Ginza
Sensō-ji
Sumida-gawa cruise
Odaiba
Shinjuku
Kabuki-cho
Shomben Yokocho ("Piss Alley")
Harakuji
Aoyama
Shibuya
Roppongi-hills
Ikebukuro

Hokkaido
Hakkodate
Toya-ko
Sapporo

Wednesday 17 March 2010

A Sense of Scale

With each week that passes, the end creeps closer. A few weeks ago I could barely detect it, now I can smell it in both nostrils. No doubt in a couple of weeks it will be a deafening roar in my ears. This is the last of our days living in Osaka. This is the beginning of the end.


On the weekend of the 6th through to the 12th of May we had our first return visitors! Our first visitors Dave and Kerry, came back for a second time. We all got into the food and drink when they were in Osaka and then we all jumped on the shinkansen and went down to Hiroshima. Great company, but unfortunately for us, shit weather. It sleeted for the entire two days we were there, which meant that we couldn't make it to Miyajima. Poo. However, we ate a lot of delicious okonomiyaki - in both Osaka and Hiroshima - ate oysters, we sang karaoke, we did photobooth, Kerry and I went to the public bathhouse and enjoyed some Japan style retail therapy. It was all extremely pleasant, until poor Dave was struck down with some kind of mysterious stomach bug. It caught Kerry the day after they left our house. Whether it was food-poisoning or a 24 hour virus I don't know, but he went down like a sack of potatoes on the Tuesday night, but had been resurrected in true Easter style by Thursday morning, back on to the shinkansen for Tokyo and skiing with Luke.


Genbaku, the A-bomb Dome was a stirring sight. I know it is truly impossible to know the absolute decimation that must have ensued after the atomic explosion, but this building is an eerie and evocative monument to an event that truly opened Pandora's Box. The accompanying museum also has a sensitive, even-handed exhibit that outlines the human side and the administrative story of this horrific event. I defy anyone who goes there with an open heart and an open mind to remain dry-eyed.
However, there were a few people amongst the visitors, let us say from a certain country that finds this event particularly difficult to interpret in a favourable light for their own purposes, who were being quite disrespectful about the museum. I heard one middle-aged man say "I get the gist, let's get out of here." I mean, why did you come here? Did you think this was going to be a "U.S.A! All the way!" experience? This event happened, and it was the United States Army that decided how this was going to go down. The funniest part was that this certain specimen of historical denial was only in the first room, in the first few exhibits. He hadn't even gotten to the far more moving exhibits about the hibakusha (a-bomb survivors) upstairs. The pain, the poisoning, the instant deaths, the prolonged suffering, the lurking cancers - some skin and flesh was vaporised, others skin and flesh harboured the poisons that would ultimately kill the victim years later - the potential lives of hundreds of thousands of individuals, wiped out.
Parts of exhibit made me quite angry, particularly the written evidence that the existence of this new, more deadly weapon was hidden from the Japanese and the target city was chosen because of its high civilian population. It was a scientific curiosity for decades after. There is something very cold and calculated about such a decision being made in the name of science, as well as military merit of the bombing, as the penultimate event in the series of reversals against the Japanese army that ultimately resulted in the decision to surrender.
Genbaku (A-bomb Dome) and Hiroshima A-bomb Museum
The atomic bomb museum seems like a very poignant place to commence "The Beginning of the End."


V.V.V. by Thrall
It's the beginning of the end, and it's the beginning of the start as well. Next adventure, here we come. Thrall has done the last Osaka show (thanks to Elsa for the above video footage). As usual, we got offered another show off the back of that show, but it was on after we are gone, so we had to decline. We had lots of people turn up to show support, which is seriously sweet of them, as I know that many of them are not the kind of people who usually (a) go to shows, or (b) listen to misanthropic antipodean black metal. We soundchecked for a good 10 minutes. God, it made all the difference. That, and that Tom bought a line splitter so he could play through two amps at once (which really helped thicken out the sound). We played hard and fast, we roared through all the lyrics, and the crowd stood around and nodded their heads approvingly. It was a good little reception for our last Osaka show. Next we have the Kyoto show, and then it's Sayonara!
So, we've been busy, busy, busy, and to round out our busy time in the last few weeks we went to a very interesting festival, which I shall enter into this blog at a later time...
I recently went back to Nagoya, the town where I spent my first solo year in Japan. And it was tiny! Living in Osaka, the second biggest city in Japan, Osaka is just so much bigger than little Nagoya is. Nagoya just falls asleep at about midnight, the venues close, the bars lock you out, and there's no street culture compared to the vibe of Osaka. I remember when I first arrived in Japan, Nagoya just seemed so enormous, and now it just feels so tiny. My sense of scale has been completely skewed by living here. I really wonder how we will fare when we return to Australia... will it just feel too small for us to fit there anymore?

Wednesday 3 March 2010

Things I'm NOT going to miss about Japan

4. The Language Barrier.




I did a year of Japanese in high school, but dropped it in favour of studying French. This was partly because of my French ancestry, partly because of my high school French teacher being a pretty cool specimen of teacher, and partly because my Japanese teacher could competitively bore paint off the wall in the olympics for her country. French sounds sexy, my image of French people being relaxed, effortless hedonists, all contributed to my lasting desire to learn this language. I plan to re-commence French lessons at some point in the indeterminate future.

French also has one other major advantage. Although being riddled with difficult to master pronunciation sounds, it uses a familiar looking alphabet, albeit with grave, acute, circonflexe, tréma and cedille thrown in. If aware of the rules of French pronunciation, one can say the words by sight-reading them without knowing their meaning. French, being a European language shares a lot of words with English. Basically, compared to learning Japanese, just the action of deciding to learn French gives you a good head start on mastering the language.

Because everyone knows that Japanese looks like this:


And walking down the street in Japan looks like this:


And a lot of stuff in Japan is a bit, WTF? anyway, so when you're not sure if it's a cultural or language barrier that exists between you, things can get mighty confusing mighty fast.


For those of you who aren't so au fey with Japanese, here's the situation.

Japanese is phonetically an easy language to learn. The vowel sounds are short, there are no weird hissing noises or guttural grunts to contend with.

Grammatically, Japanese is a bit backwards compared to English. Verbs come at the end of sentences, but you can get used to that pretty easily.

Listening can be a bit of a problem, especially living in Kansai, because the local dialect is quite distinctive.

Reading and writing... now there's the problem.


The Japanese "alphabet," hiragana, consists of somewhere between 45 and 47 characters. These represent sounds, and are used to spell words that don't have a kanji (Chinese pictograph). Hiragana is only used for Japanese words, and there is a separate alphabet used to describe the sounds of foreign words, the mutterings of animals or other onomatopoeia. So, just to master the alphabet, you've got to get your head around 90 odd symbols.

Then there's the kanji. To be considered literate enough to read the newspaper somewhere between 2000 and 10000 of these little babies have to be shoved into your brain. They all have a stoke order which must be adhered to. To move your pen up and to the left is totally different to moving your pen down and to the right. Simple kanji may have only one or two strokes, difficult kanji can have up to twenty or more.

Kanji have at least two readings. There's the onyomi reading and the kunyomi reading. The onyomi reading may have four or more sub-readings, all phonetically different, sometimes with different meanings, and the only way you know how to say the character is by it's context. Hence, for the not-so-avid student of Japanese, you get stuck at this point. You could study your head off and conquer this... or you could not. I mean, I have a life, you know. Lots of things to do. People to see, gigs to play, drums to practice, films to make, blah blah... I just can't be arsed. For people who are looking to bonk Japanese girls, this is a major study incentive, as Japanese girlfriends often like their gaijins to speak Japanese to them. But I'm married, and Japanese girls, by and large, are not interested in me.


The other thing about learning Japanese is that this language is spoken... where? Japan. And Japan alone. Learn Spanish, travel South America, learn French, go to New Caledonia or Quebec, learn Japanese and well, that's it. Japan or nothing! Being a native speaker of the global juggernaut of languages, learning second languages doesn't seem as pressing as learning to double kick at 220bpm.

Consider the following Senryū (social commentary poem following the 5-7-5 pattern of haiku):

You look Japanese
But you don't speak Japanese
ARE YOU RETARDED?

In Japan, it is expected that thou shalt speak Japanese despite being obviously not Japanese. The Japanese service industry tends to be staffed by extremely patient people, who will help you flap your way through your terrible inability to make sentences - they might even break out the English if you're lucky. Friends of Asian descent who are not Japanese speakers aren't afforded the same patience, because the Japanese can't process the idea that you might look Japanese but not be Japanese (and anyone who tells you they can tell the difference between different Asian racial sub-groups on sight is deluding themselves).

Anyone who thinks that by virtue of the fact that you have chosen to live in a country means that you should master that country's language within 10 seconds of arriving is a bastard. I'M LOOKING AT YOU, AUSTRALIA.

Not wanting to learn Japanese desperately does have the unwanted side effect of not always being able to express oneself clearly. At the doctor. In the store. At the swimming pool. On the street. All of these places become kind of daunting if your language skills are as crumby as mine. Really looking forward to being able to speak my language.

Tuesday 2 March 2010

Japanese Music - Part 3

Atom-age annihilation


Zeni Geva (Money Violence/Money Monster)

I have been a huge fan of this band for many years. I used to order their music through the local music store in Hobart when I was a teenager:

"I`d like to order in Desire for Agony by Zeni Geva."

"You`d like to WHAT??"

Given that now I can order ridiculous titles without ridicule from the internet, such record store clerks are now contributing generously to the length of the unemployment line. Jerks.

Zeni Geva (ゼ二げバ) is the brain-child of one Kazuyuki Null, AKA KK Null. KK Null had already made a name for himself as a, shall we say, sonically challenging/borderline unlistenable auditory assault solo noise artist. He came up with the idea to form Zeni Geva in the mid-80's. Tabata Mitsuru - the other half of Hanatarash - is the other longest serving member of Zeni Geva.

Zeni Geva is two guitars and one drummer. Despite the lack of bass player they make an absolutely massive sound. Down-tuned, pitch-shifted, but for the most part, recognisably guitar. The song writing is a kind of hulking, geometric, angular approach to songs. Major pre-occupations appear to be with body-mind issues and nuclear war. There's a kind of aching Omega man loneliness to some of Zeni Geva's songs. Others itch with sexual energy, life blood screaming the the veins.

Although they consider themselves to be a sort of experimental/hardcore kind of band, they fit very nicely into my sonic interests as a mathematical exercise in riff writing (see Shellac), and what I consider to be part of the metal cannon, be it in a rather avant garde manner. Steve Albini is reputed as saying that he likes Zeni Geva because they do not attempt to Westernise their sound - and I agree. They are distinctly Japanese, mercilessly experimental, and yet eminently listenable. Highly recommended.

Hard work pays off


Total Holocaust


We have a record label. An honest to God, record label. Away from the Haunts of Men will be released on Total Holocaust Records (Sweden). How cool is that? The first pressing will be a limited edition of 500 copies. We'll see what happens, but I'm hoping it will go to a second pressing...

I cut a film clip of shreds of Zeni Geva live footage that Tom and I had filmed at Namba Bears, and sent a link to KK Null, who liked it so much, he put it on the ZG myspace, facebook and official website.

Look Maw, I'm a frickin' film maker!


Japanese Music - Part 2

Very important but extremely obscure


Hanatarash ("snot face")

Hanatarash (ハナタラシ) was a band formed in Osaka by Yamatsuka Eye and Tabata Mitsuru in 1984. Their music remains relatively unknown compared to their awe-inspiring, life-endangering live shows. Cutting a dead cat in half with a machete, Yamatsuka Eye almost cutting his leg off with a circular saw, driving a bulldozer through a venue wall, smashing A LOT of things, and throwing molotov cocktails... superbly crazy, but unfortunately unsustainable. By 1985 they were banned from playing at pretty much every venue in the country.



The band split and the members contributed to two of the most important music exports Japan has ever produced...

Monday 1 March 2010

Japanese Music - Part 1

Japanese music. From the weird apparently atonal warblings of traditional instruments, to the cat-yowling racket of enka, Japanese music feels like it comes from a completely different world. This is largely because it does. Let's start with the obvious stuff...



J-pop

All pop music is a commercial consideration as much as it is a musical venture. That said, the money making device of J-pop is a very finely honed tool. The "idol" system that exists largely around Tokyo is the main source for J-Pop stars. "Idols" are ubiquitous stars, that are vaguely reminiscent of the Hollywood system stars of yester-year. These "idols" turn up on every second television show, star in movies, endorse endless arrays of products and "make" pop music. Whilst not being stunningly good looking most of the time, none of them are hideously ugly. Whilst not being particularly talented, they have a wide range of talents. "Singing," "dancing," and "acting" are all secondary to their ability to smile blithely, appear on endless variety shows, and keep their noses clean.

Among the idol performers are people such as SMAP, Ayumi Hamazaki and Kumi Koda. None of these people mean anything to me, and when students ask me for opinions of such people, I find myself hard pressed to boil up anything except IDON'TCARE.

Outside of the idol system, there are some bands that seem to have had a more normal ascendency from obsucre pop musician to J-pop star. Amongst these artists are Mr. Children (urrghh, what a name!), Kinki Kids (again! The name!), or Exile. They are slightly more tuneful than the average idol, but by no means virtuosos.

The actual music made by J-pop stars is incredibly bland. One theory that I have heard (and would not be at all surprised if this is completely accurate), is that karaoke has influenced J-pop due to the ongoing revenue generated by karaoke royalties. For older pop music, more revenue is generated by karaoke plays than by record sales, and it comes second only to radio for creating a lasting income source for older music. Most karaoke pundits have, at best, a limited vocal range, and so, easy to sing melodies are a major consideration when penning a potential J-pop hit. The operatic divas of American pop music are far too difficult for an average singer to perform comfortably at karaoke, and so, most J-pop is medium-paced, middle-registered, and sounds almost exactly like every other J-pop song anyone has ever heard. I have heard hundreds of hours of J-pop, but I would be hard pressed to hum you a tune, or tell you the title of anything because it's just all so damn same-ish.