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SWANS - ANNOUNCE REMASTERED REISSUE OF THE GREAT ANNIHILATOR & UPDATED UK TOUR DATES IN MAY
() - Michael Gira, SWANS, young god
"Swans live is performance art of the highest order" - LA Music "…a mighty devotional racket" - The Scotsman "...two and half hours of shamanic magic that uplifted and cleansed the audience" – Trebuchet SWANS have announced a remastered reissue of their ninth studio album, The Great Annihilator, out on 28 April 2017 on Mute / Young God Records (N America) plus further dates for their spring UK tour which now begins in Glasgow on 18 May and finishes with a show at London’s historic Roundhouse on 27 May and an appearance at Transformer festival in Manchester on 28 May. The Great Annihilator, originally released in 1995 and described at the time as “…a majestic symphony of haunting melodies and shifting moods” [SF Bay Guardian], will be released on double vinyl – the album’s first release on vinyl for decades - and as a 2CD set. Both the vinyl (in the form of a download code) and CD will feature Drainland, Michael Gira’s debut solo album recorded at the same time as The Great Annihilator. The album was entirely remastered by Doug Henderson, but only after Bill Rieflin (“honorary Swan forever”) recently tracked down DATs and cassettes containing unmastered mixes from......
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LIVE REPORT: Swans (The Quietus)
() - M. Gira, Michael Gira, Quietus, SWANS, young god
Toby Cook gets "sucked down the gloriously uncomfortable rabbit hole once again" as he witnesses two and a half hours of both intensity and restraint at the Roundhouse in London It starts with no more than a murmur. A low, soft hiss, an almost imperceptible resonance that, whilst muted and hushed, seems to charge the very air around you – the first few, almost unnoticed drops of rain and the soft bristle of static that mutes the breeze and gently prickles your skin; the kind of deceptive change in atmosphere and infinitely building, barely tangible sense of complete physical unease that tells you that somewhere, miles and miles out to sea, it's starting to change course, the storm is rolling in – it's coming straight at you and there's nothing you can do about it. You think, you fear, that you know what's about to arrive; you brace, you steady yourself, and you wait for the full, righteous power of the tempest to come crashing into you and to consume you totally. That's how it starts: Not with a bang but with a drone, barely audible at first, but deeply unsettling nonetheless, as Swans' perpetually shirt-adverse percussionist Thor Harris takes......