Post-mortem of Replicator by the French.

•June 29, 2013 • Leave a Comment

Translated in all of it’s hilarity (thank you.)

Winterval – CD 
Feedback Loop Industries 2001 You Are Uner Monitoring – CD Substandard 2004Machines Will Always Let You Down – CD Radio is Down 2007 Whangbar Province – CDEP Radio is Down in 2011

The release of the album of Cartographer presented to date their previous group forgotten, lost in the shuffle. Unforgivable. Replicator was composed of Ben Adrian (bass) and Chris Boiling (drums), two thirds of Cartographer, plus a singer-guitarist whose name calm you immediately Conan Neutron. Eight years of service, three albums and an EP to counter three tracks on which we will return.Missing another single four titles published in 2002 and a split EP with Lower Forty-Eight in 2003, responding to cryptic name ddbbLL VVzznn .
Eight years of flawless service. In the last EP digipack Whangbar Province is a large folded poster with an impressive funeral oration Conan Neutron. I Never Told people I “played in a band,” I played in Replicator. A group he considered his family, enjoying every minute spent with his two brothers in arms, these brothers of different mothers , preferring splitter as they were at the top of the wave and possibilities. An Oakland group engaged lyrics, sarcastic, pessimistic, one of the many soldiers of the road which did not prevent anonymity of enquiller kilometers and believe hard as iron every record, every song written. You can not blame them. A group that has improved overall, significantly evolving with each release, hardening the tone of their noise-rock, generic name and practice which can fit a lot of things. On Winterval precisely Replicator not only one sound, one approach. If the unit is focused on the noise, it is more often the indie trend / college rock. To make you think of Pavement muscular version of motivationally Challenged . A vibrant and melodic noise-rock guitar lines which are sometimes a little too messy, like singing in a precarious balance and image structures not always very clear. It takes all the science of Robert S. Weston IV record to illuminate the words and give the foil to compounds with still beautiful moments of persuasion. The disc ends with Taxi Driving a surprising ballad Sunday at the piano, with a veil of drums and guitar in the background.

In 2004, Replicator comes with identical intentions while consolidating the gains and densifying the way. Bassist Dan Kennedy is replaced by Ben Adrian who also officiates at recording and mixing. You are under supervision . Replicator, with or without Weston, approximates Chicago and Shellac but different. Will understand. Replicator not only be manic spotless and ever-present rhythm of ping air as neurasthenic robots. They also offer a more natural brothel, a tendency to confuse the issue, a complexity that one wonders where they will end up atterir while providing unsuspected melodies. In general, these are the songs that earn the ranks, more mature and solid. Add to this record of paranoia, a few discrete samples, electronic gadgets, always faithful piano, several songs, synth, audio manipulation and You Are Under Surveillance is an album of noise-rock that looks to many borders (Frodus, who also fought against the great capitalism is not the last) and is doing very well alone.

It was not until three years again for the new Replicator. Machines Will Always Let You Down but not Replicator. The trio continued to dig to find the ultimate noise-rock nugget. And he approaches. Always between relaxation and angularity between sinuous melodies and complexities abrasive Replicator control more about it. This time recorded by Vern Rumsey (Unwound) Replicator keeps an aggressive optical sound in pieces where the fun is not absent ( King Shit of Fuck Mountain) and is not far from winning his fight against technology, great theme of this album. Because Replicator is not and has never been an austere cold noise-rock monster, and soulless. The rock’n’roll heat, it has always been great question among the trio. Listen to the eighth track, for example, The Tiny Machines are (still) out for Revenge and it will be difficult to remain unmoved.

The three pieces of Whangbar Province were recorded in 2008 (by Ben Adrian) but seem to be out as recently as 2001. An outlet for the form, so that it does not stay sleeping at the bottom of a hard drive. They have done well the buggers. 100 copies only, numbered (No. 5 less now) with design and stamped on a credit card digipack tongue and a thick folded twelve post inside. Photos retracing their brilliant career and losers on the other side, a design / logo called replibot signed by Dale Flattum. And Dale Flattum, I know only that of Steel Pole Bath Tub.
Three titles in line with the previous album with what is perhaps the best track on their entire repertoire, the latest that Replicator compound history to confirm that they are separated at the top of their form. Barely Regal , five minutes turned viciously like a good old Craw, … is a pure delight! A replay also Arthur Jermyn , by the group Babyland old group cyber-new-wave-industrial crazy Los Angeles still in business and this cover is not far from being well.Weird, I mean. A hard to make us better to regret the end of the group because my gut tells me that Replicator had not finished at their best. Proof with Cartographer while Conan Neutron party fun with Mount Vicious and Victory & Associates , as well vs. Guitar. Gravity , another project not disgusting at all Ben Adrian.

SKX (04/09/2011)


•August 23, 2011 • Leave a Comment

Done, son!

May we direct thee to:

These Things are Facts


Don't Be a Baby, Come and Get It

Thankyou and Goodbye

•April 6, 2008 • Leave a Comment

(from the liner notes of the Whangbar Province EP)

There’s something to be said for a terminus, closure, for having the guts to push the button and set the self destruct active. End it on top, before the inevitable slide into self parody and hackery. Oh, how I wish I had the power to make other bands do the same.

In a sense this band could not have existed at any other time, the end of the world always seemed right around the corner, yet things just kept grinding on in increasingly goofy and scary manner. Replicator arose during the era of the iPod, the internet, and when cell phones went from a novelty to a near necessity. Mediocrity and fear held sway, usually at the same time, and when we were written about we were called paranoid, and/or chaotic.

The fact of the matter is this band was always reflective of the world around us, albeit through our warped and runaway allegorical perspective. It wasn’t so much paranoia, as a cracked mirror and if we brought the chaos, it’s because the world itself did a pretty good job of bringing it too.

We were never the kind of band to follow a trend, or do what was popular, in fact our timing seemed to always be a bit off, and we never really offered what people wanted. Every once in awhile it was what they needed though, which is different.

Stubborn as a mule and making music just about as ugly, we always did our thing with 100% enthusiasm and intensity. If you were into it, great! But it existed without outside approval or desire, a shambling, spasmodic beast that dragged itself along without outside provocation. Flawed? Perhaps, but never insincere.

I never told people I “played in a band”, I played in Replicator.

Not everybody got that, but it was an important distinction, as this band was a family and tried our hardest to be an uncompromising force of nature. I feel absolutely overjoyed to have spent every second with these fine gentlemen, my brothers of different mothers, putting together something greater than the sum of its parts.

Look: We never fit anywhere easily, and in fact, the only places we did fit in are the places that we forged ourselves with the other ones that were the last ones picked. The freaks, nerds and weirdoes that didn’t fit in with the cool kids, but didn’t much give a damn either. See, it turns out the cool kids were all insecure and really weren’t that cool anyway. Besides we outlasted most of them, and outclassed even more, so we won by default.

We had a good run; we far exceeded all our wildest expectations, and then some. We saw places we never would have seen otherwise, met people we never would have met otherwise, and had experiences that will last a lifetime, and make for some very funny anecdotes later in life. (Tragedy+Time=Comedy). We did our best to give back the ass kicking that music had given to us, and hopefully touched a few lives in the process.

Vans were broken, so were glasses. Relationships and credit wrecked, Hearing was damaged.

Good times were had.
-End Communication-

-Conan Neutron


Whangbar Province insert