Thursday, May 19, 2011

Built On A Weak Spot Review






High Castle – You’re On Your Own Way 12” (one sided)

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Some wildly disjointed noisy post-punk here from San Fran’s High Castle. They had been previously touring behind the weight of a self-released demo CD-R, however have just released their debut EP You’re On Your Own Way through Zum as a one sided 12’’. Containing 7 tunes in just less than 12 minutes, this thing flies by but is in every way effective. I liken it to the time when a supercell dropped a very brief tornado right outside my neighborhood. It sounded like a mammoth vacuum approaching, however I knew it wasn’t vacuum and seconds late the power went out. High Castle are of the same breed blasting through with relentless deep pummeling drums and an eerie but effective guitar buzz that is gone with a blink of an eye however leaving a definite impression. It’s not pretty but it’s pretty fuckin’ enjoyable if you’re into the weirder noisy rock. It comes in nice silk screened packaging which is a bit hypnotizing when looked at.

High Castle – Are Fixed Gear Tricksters The New Rollerbladers? [MP3]

For those interested in picking up You’re On Your Own Way, then just head on over to Zum to pick it up. Well worth it. Enjoy!

http://www.builtonaweakspot.com/2009/08/high-castle-youre-on-your-own-way-12.html

20 Jazz Funk Greats Track Review

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High Castle- We Can’t Dance With Jesus

We surrender rapturously to the low frequency onslaught from High Castle, a vertebrae-injury friendly supergroup hailing from SF. ‘We Can’t Dance with Jesus’ has been pumped with so much fuzz that stepping inside its zone of nasty feels like being nailed to the front of a custom-made cholo dragster jacked by a bunch of cranked-up noise gremlins and deployed to ultimate effects in the busy arcades of a suburban shopping mall while Satan’s Cheerleaders do pirouettes on the sides. It’s kind of pop like that, you know.

http://www.20jazzfunkgreats.co.uk/wordpress/2009/02/the-battle-of-the-bulge/

Show Review






Last Night: Abe Vigoda, Lovvers, High Castle at Bottom of the Hill

Categories: Last Night
http://blogs.sfweekly.com/shookdown/2010/03/last_night_abe_vigoda_lovvers.php

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Eric Lawson
High Castle

​Abe Vigoda, Lovvers, High Castle
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Bottom of the Hill

Better than: Sitting at home watching the Oscars.

Last night was a sleepy Sunday at Bottom of the Hill. Scrawny, hip kids shuffled around the venue, most of them looking like they were pushing 17 years of age. The vibe was very reminiscent of a house show, a laid back affair where these youngsters stood politely and stared attentively at the bands on stage, quietly bopping along to the fast-paced drum beats and snarling guitar riffs.

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Eric Lawson
High Castle

​The first to take the stage was Oakland-based High Castle, a trio of screeching punks, wailings guitars, and pounding drums. (The girl on the skins could especially rage). There's been some hype surrounding High Castle, and it's safe to say the band lived up to it last night - cranking the volume, yelling over one another into the mics, and delivering some seriously noisy guitar shredding.

SF Weekly




Openers: Get There Early For High Castle

http://blogs.sfweekly.com/shookdown/2010/03/openers_get_there_early_for_hi.php
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We've had it with pretty. We've had it with cute. We've had it with autoharp, vocal harmonies, and the acoustic guitar.

This week, we're arriving early for punk -- the fuzzed-out, gutter-pitched mayhem of Oakland trio High Castle, who are opening Abe Vigoda's show Sunday night at Bottom of the Hill.

Lots of bands are out there giving the p-word a bad name, but High Castle's music preaches the chaotic faith with rabid devotion.

The boys smash their tom-toms and down-tuned strings into blunt, sludgy rhythms that sound like an Olympia-bred Mission of Burma, or a clumsier Sonic Youth. All three members sing -- well, shout -- in a cacophonous racket that's both abrasive and wry in the way Gang of Four was. "Are Fixed Gear Tricksters...?" opens with a punishing, pounding confrontation that bumps into a blown-out post-punk groove before stopping to slap you in the face. Trust us -- their grit will feel good after all that so-called Noise Pop.

High Castle
at Bottom of the Hill 3/7
with Abe Vigoda and Lovvers

Pitchfork Playlist




Friday, July 31, 2009




http://pitchfork.com/reviews/tracks/11418-filth/

High Castle's debut EP is an exercise in brevity-- one side, seven songs, and 12 minutes worth of tribal, frantic post-punk. Keeping things short allows the California trio to pound away without risking tedium, more often than not leaving you wanting more. And despite the band's love of repetition, they pack a decent bit of variety into tiny spaces. "Filth" is literally crammed, with different lyrics howled by two overlapping vocalists, so the words actually take longer to read on paper than they do to sing. What exactly the group is singing about isn't clear, but it's something ugly-- dogs ruling the earth, trash piled to the sun, filth which "accumulates disease of squalor." The meaning may lie more in the sound than the sense, as the band's mash of Lightning Bolt speed, Boredoms dementia, and Black Eyes shout make it all seem like a pretty big emergency. Maybe that's why they're in such a hurry to get things over with, but "Filth"'s spilling energy also suggests High Castle have a lot more of these blasts in store.

MP3: High Castle: "Filth"

— Marc Masters, July 31, 2009

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July 19, 2009

High Castle – You’re On Your Own Way one-sided 12” EP (Zum)

High Castle 12"

Full-forward agitpunk, circa the late ‘90s dream, is the agenda for San Francisco’s High Castle, a bright and spastic shove from behind into churning, machine-like, attenuated pummel. Drums pound on every beat, cemented in by buzzing blankets of guitar and bass, punctuated by defiant, sing-shouted vocals. It’s fun, it’s nostalgic, it’s cool to hear a post-punk band giving this much thought to the whys, and not just the hows. Plus they ask the tough questions, like “Are Fixed Gear Tricksters the New Rollerbladers?” The answer is YES. Sounds great on vinyl as well, short songs given the bolster of 45 RPMs. About 500 pressed, intricate two-color silkscreened sleeves wrap it all up. (http://www.zumonline.com)
(Doug Mosurock)

http://still-single.tumblr.com/post/145054425/high-castle-youre-on-your-own-way-one-sided-12-ep

SF Bay Guardian Article - Jan 2009








http://wwww.bestofthebay.com/2009/01/21/its-hit

It's a hit

Getting high on Bay Area combo High Castle's damaged style
Up, up, up ...

I'm glad I finally got my mitts on the self-issued CD-R from San Francisco titans High Castle: I feel like I'm back in ear-bleeding country with the trio's Unwound-ishly, damaged style of noisy rock, nursing an insatiable appetite for more tinfoil-scorched guitar scuzz, blown-out low end, and full-tilt drum thwackage. As each song unloads, three howling voices punctuate the maelstrom. Try if you can to pass on this seven-song album after just one spin. If the punked-out oomph of "Soloman" and "No Mind" don't bite you hard in the ass, then the annihiutf8g whomp of "Small Town Gay Bar" will certainly dish out the finishing touches.

As surprising as it may sound, this shower of pandemonium comes from three individuals who had their hearts set on becoming a pop group when they first convened in the summer of 2007. I yapped it up with the threesome over bowls of fideo and garlicky steak fries in drummer-vocalist Shaggy Denton's SoMa apartment, while bassist-vocalist Wilson Drozdowski explained that High Castle aimed at becoming an actual band within the trio's large circle of noise-making friends.

"We were like, 'let's start a rock band,' because I felt I hadn't seen a drum-bass-guitar band with songs in a long time," he disclosed. "It seemed like it was either improv or noise, so we wanted to do the opposite of that to see what would happen."

"We actually wanted it to be a pop band," said guitarist-vocalist Erin Allen with a laugh.

"None of us knew how to write pop music, so what ended up coming out was the closest we could get to doing that," Drozdowski continued. "Even when we try to write something that we think is poppy, it's not poppy in the traditional sense. We always try and make the vocals very apparent by singing together."

"I guess that's the one pop element that surfaces," Allen added. "But it's not like the Mamas and the Papas."

Before HC, all three resided in Southern California, meeting through tours in bands such as Duchesses, Saviors, and Child Pornography. As Drozdowski, Denton, and Allen became jaded with the SoCal lifestyle, each separately trekked up to the Bay Area because, according to Denton, "the option was LA or here — and it was not going to be LA."

Reuniting in San Francisco with each member's respective group in limbo, the three formed HC, but not before putting the collaboration on hold because of an unfortunate encounter between Allen and a car.

"We had to take a break because this one got hit by a car," Denton joked, pointing to Allen. "He was supposed to come over to my house and have some fideo and play PlayStation. I was worried because I kept getting the answering machine, and then somebody from General Hospital calls me and is like, 'Um, do you know an Erin Allen? He told me to give you a message: he got hit by a car.'"

Aside from Allen's slight dinger, the combo has been very active during the past year and a half, playing in just about every performance space dotting the Bay Area underground music scene with the likes of K.I.T., Stripmall Seizures, and Death Sentence: Panda! HC is currently in the mixing stages of its 12-inch debut for the Zum imprint, and after embarking on its first national tour last summer, the group hopes to hit the road once again this year. Whatever avenue this threesome decides to explore in the future — be it noisesome or poppy — I know I'll be all ears.