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Bill Nace 
Paul Flaherty 
Chris Corsano
These LP (OM 50)
Wherein we come upon three visceralists who have been collaborating for years - innumerable instances in a roulette wheel of settings – finally shacking up in a studio and fashioning a proper trio record. Glory be. Let’s listen in…
“These.” It’s a phrase that never gets started, and an apt title for this record, which right off bolts from the barn and burns so brightly it nearly gets away from you by the time you’re done twisting your head around looking for whoever it was that left the door open.  He asked me when I planned to come back. Always, I said.
Nace’s guitar mines savage depths, egging on the propulsive swing of Flaherty and Corsano. The results are as beastly as the heart itself. Swing. Bounce. Joust. Jab. Uppercut. Flutter. Wink. Sneer. They all play with anguish and ecstatic rupture – the frustrating joy of pushing an instrument to its limits, fashioning a necessary and brutal needlepoint. They move with all the otherworldly elegance and mania of moths at a lamp show.
The music asks no specific questions, but wrenches open a space for all manner of questions – this is one of art’s most vital functions!
It deals in shades, no matter how sharp the apparent angle.
Check out "Blue Water": the solemn bells of Bill’s guitar signal not so much a funeral, but a new dawn after a tragedy. Flaherty’s saxophone sounds innocent, almost tentative at first, but as Chris’ drums chime in, Paul starts to wrench the fabric loose. The track builds into a fierce and alien vista, charting a territory all its own – a simmering judgement. It becomes hard to talk about.
Didn’t you ever try to eat your own tail in the midday sun?
These three, whose veins are coursing straight through with a nuanced emotional lexicon and the smarts to harness it, have given us a record that expands potential with each listen.

- Matt Krefting, Holyoke, MA 2017 

Live at Disjecta is SOLD OUT


Fourth in Open Mouths "Live At......." Series

Greg Kelley-trumpet
Bill Nace--electric guitar

"Live at Disjecta"

recorded March 9 2016 by Daniel Menche

cover art by Bill Nace
covers screened by Alan Sherry
#'d edition of 300
OM#48/"Live at..."#4

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Aaron Dilloway/Bill Nace BAND EP/LP SOLD OUT

Aaron Dilloway/Bill Nace BAND LP/EP


Aaron Dilloway/Bill Nace – BAND EP
Open Mouth
At long last, this recording sees a proper release. There’s a story: Initially, I released this as a cassette on my own label, Silver Lining. To be fair, you can hardly call it a label. I have no right releasing my own music, let alone anyone else’s. I’m bad at manufacturing things, I’m bad at promoting them, and I’m especially dismal when it comes to packing things up and mailing them out. And so this cassette had a brief brush with public life and then vanished, due primarily to my negligence and laziness.
This is where Open Mouth, once again, comes to the rescue. The record comes in a gorgeous full-color sleeve, and the sound is so much finer than the cassette that even the more sweaty-palmed collectors out there will gladly welcome this object in favor of its previous incarnation, and join me in eagerly awaiting the day when these two release a proper full length. 
I like that they call this EP BAND. It’s a subtle melding of the personal and the conceptual. The “B” from “Bill,” the “A” from “Aaron,” the “N” from “Nace,” and the “D” from “Dilloway.” It’s simple. But they’re not really a band. A band is a thing that exists over time and practices and builds its own identity. Or something. This is a duo. A meeting of the minds. A conversation. A lost weekend.   
At their best, duos illuminate the core tenets of individuals while pushing them into territory they might not otherwise occupy. It sounds easy but it’s anything but. Just look at divorce rates. 
Nace and Dilloway make the perfect duo. For years, they’ve each kept their music fresh, always avoiding preconceived notions of what they’re supposed to do. Dilloway’s tape loops and electronics are routinely musical, which Nace’s guitar always stretches to the edges of alien electricity. Both exude a refreshing and vehement disregard for cliché without leaving behind the necessity of tradition. One hears the earliest hints of electronic music, the conceptual and visceral assault of noise, the structural and spiritual liberation offered by free jazz, the delicate patience of extended techniques, and so much more. This collaboration though, like their back catalogs, works because it is beholden to none of these.   
Their individual voices are recognizable, yet the record’s allure is found when those voices funnel into one another. In these moments, who’s who becomes irrelevant, and the music is elevated to its rightful place, far above the concerns of personality or individualism. The gurgles, scrapes, moans, and loops build their own intoxicating fog, a metallic expanse with its own logic. 
After all these listens, I remain disoriented by it. It’s the kind of thing you want to play again because you can’t quite remember exactly what it sounds like. I’m reminded of J.G. Ballard: “The slower the clock, the nearer it approximated the infinitely gradual and majestic progression of cosmic time.” And maybe that’s the thing. Nace and Dilloway each embrace the immediacy of moments and the endless march of time equally, so for this record to finally see the real light of day is no minor event. 

Matt Krefting
Holyoke, MA 2016

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Jake Meginsky Bill Nace 2016 Tour

Jan 11 Baltimore – The Crown
Jan 12 Chapel Hill - Nightlight Bar & Club
Jan 13 Asheville – Downtown Books and News
Jan 14 Atlanta - Eyedrum
Jan 15 New Orleans – The Foundation Gallery
Jan 16 Dallas – The Wild Detectives
Jan 17 Austin – Farewell Books
Jan 18 Marfa - Foodsharkland
Jan 19 Albuquerque
Jan 20 Phoenix-Trunk Space
Jan 23 LACA
2245 E Washington Blvd
Los Angeles, CA 90021




Aaron Dilloway/Bill Nace BAND EP
Bill Nace/Tamio Shiraishi EP
Jake Meginsky VANDALS LP is now SOLD OUT

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