Son of Earth

January 2005 - Volcanic Tongue

(review of 7" lathe)

Dunno if they've dropped the Flesh On Bone Trio for good but these glam post-Industrialists (Matt Krefting, John Shaw, Aaron Rosenblum) with connections to Double Leopards, Virgin Eye Blood Brothers and The Believers just dropped their heaviest short-form release to date in the shape of an ultra-limited lathe that combines huge lungs of frozen air with the sounds of aquatic nightlife as broadcast over a warehouse tannoy system. Two sides, titled "Naked Float" and "Elimination Of Present Life", though the label also credits the A-side as "Son Of Earth", so I guess this beautifully lonely murk must be their theme song. If the malevolent hiss that cloaks Throbbing Gristle's Live At The Rat sides is yr kind of jam then you'll find plenty to warp yr head around in the folds of this monster.

November 11, 2004 - ApexOnline

(review of split w/ Davenport)

...The split with Son of Earth is in a more contemplative drone vein; S of E's contribution is spookily subterranean...

October 27, 2004 -

Melted Mind Volume 1

By Ryan Brown

Hailing from the mountains of the Western Massachusetts countryside, possibly one of the most underrated bands in the young thriving Avant Garde scene has to be Son of Earth. To date they have a few releases under their belt, mostly self released Cd-R’s as well as an LP with their drone vending brothers and sisters, The Double Leopards. Unlike the Double Leopards constant throb and white noise buzz, Son of Earth on their newest cd "Carhole" embraces the space between tones. On the first track "Floating Image" bells chime, sounding like crystal glasses filled with water and tapped with a spoon. Tones are expelled from a source unknown, sustained notes which vibrate through the atmosphere. One can hear the band shifting, fidgeting, and communicating quietly. Who is communicating? Is it the band or an invocated presence? These three compositions have a ghostly quality to them slightly reminiscent of Tibetan Buddhist ritual music, specifically the Shedur or Ghost Exorcism ritual. "Carhole" presents work with an extremely personal feel to it. These are pieces that seem to contain the breath of life in every note.

September 1, 2004 - Onda Sonora Archives

Track: Floating Image
Album: Carhole
Label: Apostasy Recordings

Abrimos el programa de esta semana desde la ciudad de Amherst, en el estado norteamericano de Massachussetts, donde se encuentra la sede del sello Apostasy, que edita en edición limitada un disco de belleza minimalista y a la vez complicada grabado en directo desde la sala Carhole de Belchertown. Se trata de lo nuevo de Son of Earth, un trío formado por Matt Krefting, Aaron Rosenblum y John Shaw

The opening for this week’s session from the Apostasy label offices in Amherst (Massachussets, US). A piece of minimal but complex beauty recorded live at the Carhole in Belchertown (MS, US). Son of Earth are Matt Krefting (electronics, keyboards, tapes), Aaron Rosenblum (guitar, electronics, radio, organ) and John Shaw (modified guitar, electronics, percussion)

July 2004 - Foxy Digitalis

Reviews: Son of Earth _Carhole_

By Brad Rose

Life inside a hollowed-out tree trunk is secretive. All the happenings in this elaborate and delicately crafted world are unknown to most people in the outside world. Everything lives together. It is beautiful in its symbiotic simplicity. "Floating Image" is a reflection of this reverie. Hushed whispers speak an unintelligible language that acts like the constant murmurs running through our collective conscious. Glockenspiel chimes show the path to the top, where we all bathe in the sun's luminance. This ethereal place emanates the smell of mold and moss, but to our senses, it is perfume for the masses. As the ghostly synth tones rise toward the heavens and the sunlight paints the walls, everything is revealed. This is a machine at work. Each termite, holding hands, keeping this sanctuary standing. "Floating Image" is all about its minimalist, intricate beauty.

Life as a stowaway on a cross-Atlantic ocean liner, circa 1920, is lonely. You sit inside the depths of this metal hull, listening to the wind churn up waves that violently crash against this massive ship. "Walking the Transom" is a reflection of this desolate hell. You squirm with every creak and crack, thinking that this will be the time the hull gives way and lets the freezing sea in. Every so often, you can hear the fog horn bellow. It vibrates everything, including the teeth in your skull; it feels as though they could fall out at any moment. The only way you can survive is to sneak up to the upper decks and dig through the garbage, finding any leftover food you can. While you're hiding, you catch a glimpse into the main dining room where you hear glasses clinking and see crystal chandeliers dropping from the ceiling. It seems absurd to have wasted this much money on a boat. As your destination draws near, you get dressed in your one last pair of clean clothes and take a stroll on the main deck. It's easy to blend in while everyone is out there. The skies finally opened up today, and while most are running to take cover from the rain, you just raise your arms toward the sky and get drenched in its cold, stinging glory. Life is definitely for the living.

Life in a science lab is full of contrasts. Sometimes it's perfect - you get everything you need and are in a clean, safe environment. There's a utopian aspect to it at times, but those moments often turn creepy fast. It's the extended periods of time in between those moments that are hell. There's nothing worse than being poked, prodded, injected, and everything else imaginable by some balding guy in a pristine white lab coat. This is "Owl's Vector Speech." It teeters between the calm, pleasant days, and the hellish, scary ones. The dichotomy between the serenity and misery that this life exudes. It's impossible to get a firm grasp on; just when you think you've got the days figured out and prepare yourself mentally for the torture you're about to undergo, they mix things up just to fuck with you. It's like some evil circus where the ringleader randomly spits fire into the audience when it's least expected. Half of the people are entertained and enjoy themselves (assuming the audience is as equally twisted) and the other half are charred. At least they can just get up and leave. For those of us inside these cages, there's no way to escape...

May 5, 2004 - Garden City Telegram

Foreign Words, Funny Names

At Random

By Dolores Hope is a funky and fun store. For instance, it displays a transformation of a former rainwater cistern.

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Names of music groups. Sunburned Hand of the Man, Son of Earth, Six Organs of Admittance, Cul de Sac, Madvillain, Train, Ambulance LTD, Malt Banana, the Sleepy Jackson, Eagles of Death Metal, Posies, Muse, the Spree, the Frames, the Butchies, Damnwells, Shot'nez, Songs from a Random House, Butchershop Quartet, Cursive, Gingersol, Maplewood, Particle, Metropolitan Coffee, Living Stone, Greasy Beans, Bootleg Remedy, Still Evolved, Dresden Dolls, Average White Bread, Lambchop, Sixteen Horsepower, the Glands, the Cookers, the Funky Meters, Tortoise, Tarantula, Spymob, Morbid Angel, Suffocation, Israel Vibration, Tower of Power, Guided by Voices, Peace Pipes, Buckethead, Picket Fence, Innocence Mission, Valley of the Greats, Death Cab for Cutie, Masters of the Psaltic Art, and H.I.M. (His Infernal Majesty).

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Common Ground Coffeehouse is a restaurant on South Main in Hutchinson...

April 2004 - Utne (Reader)

Folk Music's New Genre Benders

By Chris Dodge

...In the case of Son of Earth's Man (Apostasy Recordings), the package is made of hinged balsa marked with a woodburned drawing.
Son of Earth's Aaron Rosenblum sees himself as part of a modern folk community that looks to the internet for cross-pollination while bypassing the record industry. "This is a group of people developing entirely new ways of playing the instruments at hand, or inventing new ones, making music for themselves and those around them," he says.
There are no firm plans for a free-folk festival this spring, but...

August 2003 - The Wire

The Fire Down Below

By David Keenan

...Elsewhere, the Son of Earth-Flesh on Bone trio utilised an old Dansette, amplication to activate a low level drone that sounded like an orchestra of cranked 78s whose grooves had worn right through...

July 2003 - Arthur, vol. 5

Bull Tongue

By Byron Coley and Thurston Moore

Double Leopards, along with Amherst, MA's Son of Earth-Flesh on Bone, Have become two of New England's most rewarding of improvising groups. Niether are featured much at the acclaimed outposts of this music (NYC's Tonic and Knitting Factory) but, along with their cojoined ensemble Shackamaxon, have become far more challenging and spirit foward than the stalwarts consistently booked at these joints. So they're pretty submerged below the pop/improv strata but the recordings bear them out by greatness. Son of Earth's label Apostasy released a split LP of these two which is remarkable (and very limited-act fast).

May 4, 2003 - H(ear)


By Carson Arnold

...Alas, unfortunately- and let's get this over with, shall we- what I thought was a random soundcheck was apparently the opening act...Three boys pipin' the name Son Of Earth were far from anything we knew as folk and yet another reminder of today's contemporary grain of beans who aren't interested in atonality, but just regular boys and girls who simply just...can' Squatting on the floor like circle-jerk monks, accompanied by the single tone of an instrument or two (including a suitcase guitar, built and designed by one of the members as a harp of sorts, pretty neat) and a string of whirly-woo foot pedals which were ever so optically played with, Son Of Earth delivered a runny-nose of electrical miminalism nearly identical to a rip-off of Neu!'s "Sonderangebot" and other two note patterns you'll never hear anywhere else, unless of course it's in some place where the stage has been somehow cleared for people to play with themselves for half an hour, and sadly, today, it was here momentarily. But farewell, they zipped up their flies and left...

July 8, 2002 - desiderata (number twelve)

Review of Son of Earth @ CPOP Gallery in Detroit, MI

son of earth-flesh on bone stood out due to their quietly involved interplay & the film strip visuals. it is a generous thing to do for the audience to give them something to look at besides the knitted brows and clenched muscles of the improvising groups. subtle electronics, with acoustic instrumeents used very quietly, but with power, poise & grace. it truly sounded like they had played together enuff to mesh well.

October 25, 2001 - Valley Advocate

Son of Who?

Son of Earth-Flesh on Bone is one of several groups taking over the Montague Bookmill on Thursday evenings as part of the new Grist series.

By James Heflin

If you throw in a Son of Earth-Flesh on Bone CD expecting a little something "alternative" (what with the wacky name and all) you may be somewhat surprised when your ears all but stand on end. Their sound is somewhere between getting up close and personal with a vacuum cleaner and listening to John Cage.

Buried in the pile of miscellaneous garbage, toys, effects pedals, percussions and stringed instruments, the Amherst trio milks out the odd sounds, adjusts them on the fly, and gets way gone. It's random, noisy, self-indulgent and very cool.

The surprising thing is how fun this all is. The buzzes and skronks and toy pianos drop into the mix at random times, and you get the feeling that the three may well be in a contest to see who can be the most absurd. They seem to constantly dare the audience to keep listening, and add many a wash of cacophonous sound calculated to drive listeners right out the door.

Unlike your average musicians, Son of Earth-Flesh on Bone draws on sources like coffee grinders and microwaves for that deep-down inspiration. They don't call this "new music" for nothing. It's music that makes your brain do new and interesting things, and it offers a pleasant, if strange, sort of relief from the common angst-ridden fare.

This bombastic trio is one of several groups of noisemakers who are taking over the otherwise tranquil Montague Bookmill on Thursday evenings as part of the new Grist series. As they say in Arkansas, "enjoy all you can stand."
Apostasy Recordings