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May 17th, 2006.  Guitar and nothing more.  One vision, above Kali with random and whimsy for none.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Review of Lantern - Pupa on splicetoday.com
http://www.splicetoday.com/music/three-larks-in-boomerang-schwing
Judging by Joseph Henaghan's blog,  he is something of a musical-project slut, lending a discordant guitar  to assist and enable any and all comers. What makes Henaghan unique, in  my eyes, is that downloadable evidence of his every creative  entanglement surfaces on archive.org, that steadfast outpost of random  modern obscurity and ubiquity. His motto—“I will make sounds that melt  your head”—should tell you everything you need to know, though it is  recommended that you give his oeuvre a test drive to get a cursory sense  of what he’s capable of. 
If you don’t have time for that, just grab the 30-minute  long “Pupa,” which Henaghan cut with Bryce Brushnefski, another guitar  interrogator of unusual sensitivity and tenderness, as Lantern. The  discordant fruits of the duo’s musical union are blowtorch subtle, with a  great deal of atonal parry, holler, and heave: sometimes the point  seems to be cock (rock)-measuring blunder, sometimes there are  wonderfully wrongheaded and tinnitus-enabling attempts to escape Earth’s  orbit, sometimes they appear to lose consciousness altogether, and then  sometimes both determinedly uncouth axmen seem to be feeling their way  blindly through a cruel, unforgiving world free of guideposts, mood  stabilizers, and clean amplifier tone. 
What I enjoy, though, is that as much as Henaghan and  Brushnefski are making “Pupa” up as they go along, there’s a  self-cannibalizing hook/motif at the core of this white-hot navel gaze  that offers the listener something of a sonic signal light to follow  through to the light at whatever k-hole they’re leading you into. I stop  just short of using the phrase “idiosyncratic sonic signal” because  either these dudes are serious mid-career Dead C. stans or I stumbled  into the mother of all coincidences."
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