Showing posts with label Conan The Accountant. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Conan The Accountant. Show all posts

September 30, 2026

Conan The Accountant: Osteology

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NYC musician Ben Fitts embraces static and other noises that crept into the avant-garde and post-rock instrumentals on Osteology, the new album by his one-man Conan The Accountant, treating them as welcome guests instead of unwanted issues. By treating the tracks he laid down playing guitar, pedals, white noise machine, theremin, analog synth, bass, drum machine, and ukulele, as the building blocks that he could reassemble, cut down to size or repeat at leisure he basically invented his own musical language.

Osteology, the scientific study of bones, is an apt title for an album that is put together from the ground up, with multi-layered loose parts that come alive by his modern day Frankenstein-approach to music. There is a huge difference though. Fitts did not have to rely on outside supplies to create his art. Every note is his and his alone. It is up to the listener to dissect the parts (all of the tracks are named after bones in the humsn body), but enjoying the end result is what it is all about.

May 01, 2025

Conan The Accountant: Witch

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NYC musician Ben Fitts is best known as the guitarist for War Honey. Being in a band always come with some constraints and comprosises,, so maybe that is why he needed an outlet wherein he could anything he pleases. As Conan The Accountant he explores the outer regions of noise rock, wrecking havoc on electric guitar, banjolele, ukelele, white noise machine, and metronome.

His new album Witch burns all the rules of regular rock at the stake, using his effect pedals in ways that never are discussed in the manual. It is pretty damn intense, the soundtrack that Gotham needs now that the crazies and fascists are having the upper hand. The music swirls like the smoke in back alleys late at night. It will clear the rooms of hipsters and jocks, as the afficionados will stick around, with their jaws on the ground, before hitting the repeat button to be knocked down by the groundswell of glorious noise again.