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BIOGRAPHY

Photographer: Hironobu Mukouyam / Hair make-up artist: Yudai Makino(Vierge)

2016 my way my love group :
Yukio Murata / Guitar , Vocal
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Shozo Ishida / Drums , Vocal
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my way my love

2000年、" The Juice " 、そして " the cimons " のフロントマン Yukio Murata(村田 有希生)によるニュープロジェクト『my way my love』が誕生。
現在のメンバーは、
Yukio Murata / Vocal, Guitar, Key
Shozo Ishida / Drums, Vocal

日本国内でのライヴ活動を中心に、自主制作音源シリーズ『BOOT BUM』が、日本のみならず、海外にて高い評価を得る。
2004年には、アメリカ/シカゴに拠点を移し、『File 13 records : Chicago/USA』より『hypnotic suggestion : 01』を全米/欧州にてリリース。
アルバム曲「Captain」が、アメリカのダウンロードサイト「better Propaganda」にて、日本人初の5週連続1位を獲得。
そして、幾度もの全米ツアーを決行。アメリカ最大のミュージックフェスティバルSXSWなど、多数の海外フェスティバルにも出場する。
その評判を聞きつけたヨーロッパから、沢山のオファーを受け、更なる音源リリース、ヨーロッパツアー、フェスティバルに出演。
2006年には、日本での活動にも力を入れ、数枚のアルバムをリリース。
ジャパンツアーを何度も行う。
2013年7月。avex : binyl recordsより、アルバム『The Fact Is』がリリースされる。それに伴う23本のジャパンツアー。
そして今年2015年7月、my way my love史上最高のロックアルバムが完成。
2004年以来の「File 13 records/ USA」より全世界リリース。
タイトルは「SHIT!」。全11トラック。SONIC YOUTH, NIN, Flaming Lips からBAD BRAINSまであらゆる「ロック」アプローチが繰り広げられている作品。
全世界リリースに伴い、2015年秋以降にワールドツアーの噂も浮上。ここからの世界の『my way my love』が、さらに、、、スゴイ。

EQUIPMENTS

=Guitar / Vocal : Yukio Murata=
< GUITARS >
Fender JAZZ MASTER ('63 Lake Blue )
Fender JAZZ MASTER ('64 Sunburst)
Fender JAZZ MASTER (American Vintage '62 Olympic White)
Fender JAZZ MASTER (Model of "Elvis Costello")
Fender TELECASTER THINLINE
James Goodall RGC2823 / Lowden O-38
Fender CD-160SE 12String Natural
Fender Precision Bass ('58)
Fender Precision Bass (50's Road Worn Fiesta Red)

< AMP >
roccaforte 80W
roccaforte 40W
Bogner 4×12 Cabinet (Straight cabinet)
Bogner Shiva
Marshall JCM-800
Roland JC-120
1986 Fender "Red Knob" "The Twin" Amp
Fender The Twin Amp
Fender Super-Sonic
=Drums : Shozo Ishida=
Drum Set /
Ludwig "Club Date" ('65)
22×16BD
12×8TT
14×14FT
Snare/
Ludwig LM402('86) 14×6
Gretsch G-4155
DW 9000series

REVIEW

<NME>UK
should be approached with suspicion.
While Motorhead are the only band officially sanctioned to utilise such requisites, we'll forgive My Way My Love because a) they're japanese b) they have a giant washing machine on their website c) although they're not in the same synapse-liquidising league as Lemmy, they're refined racketeers themselves.
In fact, 'JOY' cements the threesome's reputation as something of a Manga Deerhoof - a terrific booming hullabaloo of dislocated, concentrated weirdness that's undoubtedly more ATP than TOTP.
From 'Acupuncture Man', where mutant instigator Yukio Murata appears to be grappling a bear-trap, to 'The Devil Song', which sounds like Mogwai playing Mission:Impossible, it's a ballooning post-grunge scattergram.
We'll call it JOY derision.
<KERRANG>UK
JOY is mess of radio transmissions and helicopter crashes, schizophrenic breakdowns and metal-plated heads.
It's intense overwhelming aural chaos, sounds thrusting in and out of a passive Listener able only to let it infiltrate and penetrate.
Melody is present, but plays second fiddle to wilful sonic abstraction, intentionally uneasy listening, an antidote to anything that's even mildly catchy.
Yet JOY is a charming album, albeit in the same way as a child who's just dug up and eaten his first earthworm, and there are flashes of brilliance that emerge from beneath the muddy sonic quagmire to make this deliberately challenging experience totally worthwhile.
<monochrom>Austria
On the cover an abstract herd of sixteen Scottish highland cattles graze a monotonous green pasture.
Inside the trio around mastermind Yukio Murata blast their version of kungfu alternative noise rock through their amps. Scottish highland cattle are gaining more and more ground in the agricultural sector as farmers shift from fulltime to part-time farming, because they allegedly don't need a lot of care, survive winters outdoor and unlike hyperbred mid-european cattle races don't need help by veterinaries when giving birth to their young. Still, they are a strange sight to behold on Styrian hills because there is a (attributed) knowledge that they don't belong in this area. Japanese bands on the other hand are known for grazing into musical genres that are not traditionally their own and then taking the main features of that genre an turn them into overdrive (check guitar wolf for a cool example and a gazillion of japanese hardcore bands for boring examples).
So while both, japanese bands and scottish cattle, are prone to being found in places they don't originally belong, real originality is something usually connected to japanese rock-bands.
My Way My Love are a different thing. Maybe it is that noise-affinity, because in all forms of noise japanese artists have been taking leading roles for a few centuries now. The intro-song "stars on the surface" and "nerveless 9" feature noise-parts as main structural elements forming the songs; and with noise I don't mean plain feedback or samples, I mean an acomplished wall of noise destructing the songs. But also zeeps and feeps straight from old sci-fi-movies (another genre the japanese and took to the nth degree of hyperbolism), a mangled sax, and so on. The list could be long indeed. There are times when these noise extrapolations sound a little like the glazing on a cake, in the sense of now we got this song, let's see what we can do to spice it up. Which could make the noise bits sound like pure effectry and catching for compliments, but on It is but one of a 3. you have to have a mean critical streak to name them that. Because they are too deeply integrated into the whole concept of the band and these recordings to disrupt the flow even if they do. Guess we have to learn to cope with such paradoxes when the Asian age arises and influences our societies even more. Somewhere on the mangled and twisting line between Melt Banana and Sonic Youth there is the magic forest where My Way My Love dwell. I guess, they l hear these allusions often. They will mainly come from the way Murata sings, which definitely sounds like Thurston Moore in a lot of parts, and the multitude of samples and sounds that remind of the variety of guitar sound in Melt Banana's repertoire. Speedwise they are also closer to Sonic Youth in that lazy beat which always seems to stumble along behind the song trying to keep up with the rest of the band. But in overt eclecticism and disparity of elements, MWML stand alone. Most other bands still try to keep their songs inside an overall aesthetic framework, like sound or structure or production. Sonic Youth (since I mentioned them two times already a third time is okay) who are thinking terms of albums rather than songs. This band doesn't care about such frameworks. It is like a chessboard featuring pegs of backgammon, cluedo and Stratego played by the rules of UNO. Most importantly, though, the music still rocks. Which is the main judging element in rock music, obviously. It would be interesting to put some thoughts into the different kinds and ways music can Rock you, bridging indie-rock to heavy metal, but in a live setting I believe that My Way My Love are heavily amplified and loud, which is one main ingredient. Fun is another one, and is clearly visible on here as well. Which are two things Scottish Highland Cattle definitely can't do. One last word about the genius title of the record, which sounds like an excerpt from yet another sci-fi-movie: I like the hint at the alien perspective it transports. In a time were most people behave as if we have a second planet earth to live on, it is good to be reminded that the universe we live in is an enormously big and to the highest extent uninhabitated place. The universe doesn't care if humankind survives or manages to kill itself. Even a global catastrophe resulting in the final extinction of mankind on paceship earth (Bucky Fullminster) wouldn't change the structure and evolvement of the universe at all. This is a philosophical lesson I learned from ten in Black parts one and two, and it is good to repeat it here. But no, My Way My Love is definitely no soundtrack to the apocalypse, but rather an imagined statement from the outside viewpoint. Which seems obvious coming from Japan in a way. Which way? Their way and their love.
<monochrom>Austria
On the cover an abstract herd of sixteen Scottish highland cattles graze a monotonous green pasture.
Inside the trio around mastermind Yukio Murata blast their version of kungfu alternative noise rock through their amps. Scottish highland cattle are gaining more and more ground in the agricultural sector as farmers shift from fulltime to part-time farming, because they allegedly don't need a lot of care, survive winters outdoor and unlike hyperbred mid-european cattle races don't need help by veterinaries when giving birth to their young. Still, they are a strange sight to behold on Styrian hills because there is a (attributed) knowledge that they don't belong in this area. Japanese bands on the other hand are known for grazing into musical genres that are not traditionally their own and then taking the main features of that genre an turn them into overdrive (check guitar wolf for a cool example and a gazillion of japanese hardcore bands for boring examples).
So while both, japanese bands and scottish cattle, are prone to being found in places they don't originally belong, real originality is something usually connected to japanese rock-bands.
My Way My Love are a different thing. Maybe it is that noise-affinity, because in all forms of noise japanese artists have been taking leading roles for a few centuries now. The intro-song "stars on the surface" and "nerveless 9" feature noise-parts as main structural elements forming the songs; and with noise I don't mean plain feedback or samples, I mean an acomplished wall of noise destructing the songs. But also zeeps and feeps straight from old sci-fi-movies (another genre the japanese and took to the nth degree of hyperbolism), a mangled sax, and so on. The list could be long indeed. There are times when these noise extrapolations sound a little like the glazing on a cake, in the sense of now we got this song, let's see what we can do to spice it up. Which could make the noise bits sound like pure effectry and catching for compliments, but on It is but one of a 3. you have to have a mean critical streak to name them that. Because they are too deeply integrated into the whole concept of the band and these recordings to disrupt the flow even if they do. Guess we have to learn to cope with such paradoxes when the Asian age arises and influences our societies even more. Somewhere on the mangled and twisting line between Melt Banana and Sonic Youth there is the magic forest where My Way My Love dwell. I guess, they l hear these allusions often. They will mainly come from the way Murata sings, which definitely sounds like Thurston Moore in a lot of parts, and the multitude of samples and sounds that remind of the variety of guitar sound in Melt Banana's repertoire. Speedwise they are also closer to Sonic Youth in that lazy beat which always seems to stumble along behind the song trying to keep up with the rest of the band. But in overt eclecticism and disparity of elements, MWML stand alone. Most other bands still try to keep their songs inside an overall aesthetic framework, like sound or structure or production. Sonic Youth (since I mentioned them two times already a third time is okay) who are thinking terms of albums rather than songs. This band doesn't care about such frameworks. It is like a chessboard featuring pegs of backgammon, cluedo and Stratego played by the rules of UNO. Most importantly, though, the music still rocks. Which is the main judging element in rock music, obviously. It would be interesting to put some thoughts into the different kinds and ways music can Rock you, bridging indie-rock to heavy metal, but in a live setting I believe that My Way My Love are heavily amplified and loud, which is one main ingredient. Fun is another one, and is clearly visible on here as well. Which are two things Scottish Highland Cattle definitely can't do. One last word about the genius title of the record, which sounds like an excerpt from yet another sci-fi-movie: I like the hint at the alien perspective it transports. In a time were most people behave as if we have a second planet earth to live on, it is good to be reminded that the universe we live in is an enormously big and to the highest extent uninhabitated place. The universe doesn't care if humankind survives or manages to kill itself. Even a global catastrophe resulting in the final extinction of mankind on paceship earth (Bucky Fullminster) wouldn't change the structure and evolvement of the universe at all. This is a philosophical lesson I learned from ten in Black parts one and two, and it is good to repeat it here. But no, My Way My Love is definitely no soundtrack to the apocalypse, but rather an imagined statement from the outside viewpoint. Which seems obvious coming from Japan in a way. Which way? Their way and their love.
<LA Weekly>USA
"Can something organic actually come from tech-obsessed Japan?
Yeah, and it's in the form of My Way My Love...Murata sounds like a Thurston Moore clone against the same distorted flanks that put the New York group on the map. And just when the compositions can't get any better, the band lets some of the track hang out in all their punk-infected glory.
My Way My Love are quintessentially un-Japanese, a novelty in itself that makes them so likable, so good."
<Washinton Post>USA
"There's a lot less to My Way My Love in concert than on CD, but a lot more, too. The exhilarating set the Tokyo trio played Tuesday night at the Warehouse Next Door relied only slightly on the sort of electronic effects that characterize the band's new album, "Hypnotic Suggestion: 01."
Yet singer-guitarist Yukio Murata and his cohorts didn't merely make a lot of noise; they also showed that Japanese genius for transmuting the basic ingredients of rock-and-roll into unprecedented varieties of art music.
There were passages, and even entire songs, that could be assigned to a familiar genre:surf-rockabilly, punk-blues, no wave.
But the styles shifted as suddenly as Murata switched between a roots-rock growl and an art-punk falsetto. he music was intensely physical, and the guitarist embodied that quality:He bounced about the stage as he played rubbery riffs, kicked his legs wildly during a lurching, spasmodic tune and finally hurled himself into the drum kit to underscore his announcement that this would be the last song.
The band performed for only about 30 minutes, approximately the same length as "Hypnotic Suggestion: 01.
" Perhaps a half-hour on stage drains the musicians,But it certainly didn't exhaust their ideas.
From bassist Dai Hiroe's megaphone-distorted contrapuntal vocals to Murata's feedback-heavy appropriation of the Rickenbacker, the favored guitar of chiming folk rockers, My Way My Love redefined itself and its precedents at every turn."
- Mark Jenkins
<splendid magazine>USA
Japan's My Way My Love create sometimes-spastic, sometimes-ambient noise rock largely indebted to Brainiac, or perhaps Sonic Youth's non-melodic moments. Although Hypnotic Suggestion: 01's songs alternate pleasingly between full-fledged musical arrangements and haphazard noise excursions, the overall lack of thematic consistency limits the album's staying power.
That said, there are times when the two elements work together well; consider the way "A Girlfriend"'s feedback-laced blips segue nicely into the squealing punk of "Super Fresh!". The problem isn't with the concept itself, but with the its uneven implementation.
Another dilemma is the degree to which the band's approach places limitations on the potential authority of the vocals or lyrics. The actual lyrical content is frequently indecipherable beneath the feedback and fuzzed-out production. This isn't a major drawback, but it requires the music itself to carry virtually all of the artistic weight -- there's nothing else to pick up the slack. Fortunately, the band is usually up to this challenge.
My Way My Love excel when they dive head-first into hard-hitting noise-punk.
"Super Fresh!"'s spazzy trash-pop wouldn't sound out place alongside tracks from Hissing Prigs in Static Couture. Likewise, the powerful drumming in "Ovo" and "Un" shows that My Way My Love have the potential to craft dynamic and exhilarating punk songs -- but they don't display these skills as often as they should, settling instead for decent but far less engaging spurts of indistinguishable noise.
Ultimately, Hypnotic Suggestion: 01's positives easily outweigh its negatives. My Way My Love would benefit from more actual songs and fewer noisy-feedback forays, but it's clearly easier for them to churn out brief and fuzzy feedback jams like "Reykjavik 69" or "Jinxxxxxxxxxxxsix" than it is to craft solidly structured songs in the vein of "Sports" or "Sound of Gold". The revelation there is clear: the band may not be putting in the work that's needed for them to reach their full potential. That said, Hypnotic Suggestion: 01 is a relatively solid and entertaining offering -- it doesn't break the bank with its originality, but it's a step in the right direction. - Parker Campbell
<POP MATTERS>USA
So let me guess: You're into Sonic Youth, but you can't stand the melodies and pop hooks that get in the way of the good stuff. You think the With the Lights Out box is the standard by which to judge all other Nirvana releases.
You spend hours with your electric guitar, sitting in front of your amp and trying to get the single most beautiful squall of feedback you've ever heard.
Yeah? Sounds like you? Well, my friend, you are going to love this band.
They're called My Way My Love, and they're from Japan. No, no, don't worry, I'm not giving you another Merzbow here -- this isn't that synthetic, mechanical brand of noise that normally gets pushed out of the Japanese music scene. Believe it or not, there are three guys in this band who actually all play real instruments. Well, they mostly abuse their instruments. But they play them sometimes, too. The album's called Hypnotic Suggestion: 01. I guarantee you'll dig it.
Check out this one track -- it's called "Sports". No, I don't know why it's called "Sports". Stop asking stupid questions and listen. Listen to Dai Hiroe's bowel-rattling bass. Listen to the way Yukio Murata plays those guitars, just careful enough to avoid making any meaningful harmonies, but repetitive enough to establish a groove. And the words are in English, not that you'll really notice, anyway. I mean, they just exist for the sake of ornamentation, right? Seriously, lyrics are overrated.
All right, all right, maybe you need something a little more aggressive. Try "Un" on for size -- it's right after "Nu". Early '90s Seattle is all over that intro, but check this out: It totally punks out! If you're not thrashing around your room getting bruises listening to this one, I don't know what's wrong with you. There are even some words in it you might be able to decipher after a few listens, since apparently you're into that sort of thing. Ignore the production. It's supposed to sound all thuddy like that. It's punk. Get over it.
How about "Captain"? OK, OK, it sounds a lot like "Sports", except with more words. I shoulda seen that coming.
Listen to this, this is one of my favorites, so brace yourself. It's called "Jinxxxxxxxxxxsix". Yes, it's over already!
That's how the album ends! The number of letters in its name are the number of seconds it lasts! And yes, I know it sounds like a bad AM radio signal looped for a few seconds until a dog barks. That's the genius of it! It's existentialist!
Look, come back here for a minute, let me talk. These guys have been around the block, you should at least give them a chance. Hypnotic Suggestion: 01 is their fifth CD since 2001. They tour relentlessly. They've been all over Japan, and they're touring the States as we speak. They've covered Wire. You like Wire, right? They've written some songs for a guy in buck tick. You've never heard of buck tick? They're huge in Japan!
Fine, just let me play one more tune for you. It's super fresh. No, the name of the song is "Super Fresh"! I was gonna let you discover it for yourself, but you're obviously not digging this stuff as much as you should be. Listen to those angular guitars, listen to the expertly played bass underneath them. And here are some words for you: "Potato! Coca Cola! I love it!" It's an indictment of the shallow social scene that surrounds us every day, the wall of distortion a cruise missile tearing down the oily veneer of crass, commercialized...