ØjeRum - There is a Flaw in My Iris

We will kick this off with my favorite tape in this bumper crop of fine music from around Europe as curated by Portugal's A Giant Fern. ØjeRum is a Danish composer of feather light compositions comprised of acoustic guitar and voice, usually accompanied by field recordings or auxiliary noise. What he can do with this limited palate is astounding. From the first down stroke ØjeRum creates space where feeling wistful and nostalgic and all sorts of ennui is appropriate and welcome. The space between those barely strummed guitar lines are mile-wide chasms to hurl all your insecurities about the future and in return get back memories of being brave. ØjeRum's voice, a deeply understated thing, often sounds like it was recorded in another room or right up close, whiskers scratching the mic. This immediacy and intimacy make this album so familiar sounding although it comes from multiple time zones away. Getting this tape in the mail is the equivalent of finding a t-shirt from your home town in a thrift store thousands of miles away. The usual questions come up, but you are just happy to see something familiar. Fans of Padang Food Tigers and Lake Mary will dig this.

Micromelancolié - Ensemble Faux Pas

Polish ambient-drone artist, Micromelancolié, creates sparse, three-dimensional recordings that pulse and crackle with expectant dread and tension. Side A of this tape is all waiting. Hands taped to a chair while the sky gathers black, sick looking clouds.Wind chimes that are intended to sound soothing pierce through a thick silence. Magnetism going haywire in an inky, green sky. These tones are patient. Splayed out across miles and miles of farm land. Listen to them loud enough and they transcend atmosphere, creating submerged and inherent melodies while thunder rumbles somewhere off the East Coast. A tropical storm waiting to be flattened by the plains. Side B, that storm hits sometime past midnight. Long, droning horns announce its arrival. It doesn't come in a harsh-noise onslaught, but rather a slow build of woodwind instruments, bells and distinctly ominous tones that pass over like the angel of death, leaving an uneasy sense of calm in its wake. A single bell chimes in a church we huddle in for safety. Ensemble Faux Pas is full of these fantastically eerie tones and sustained melodies that keep your ear always crooked towards the speaker in anticipation/dread.

The Hidden Persuaders - The Bone Forest

"Night's Black Agents", tho. Seriously. A distillation of Wolf Eyes short-blast harsh-noise with the melodic, ominous post-industrial tonality of Ben Frost. I realize I'm pulling out some big guns for comparison, but to me, nothing gets better than this. Noise that has distinct parts, plenty of slack space, ace sound-design that incorporates field recordings of everyday sounds being turned into terrifying trips to the abyss. The Bone Forest follows this lead for much of the tape. Andreas Brandal is able to successfully marry dark and noise-laden that burst and bloom into speaker destroying stabs of contact mic/black noise with melodic undercurrents that provide a placid noise-floor that is never completely enveloped by the face-stabbing shards of harshness. Tracks like "God Beast" are crackling, static-filled passages full of oscillating synthesizers and the strange hum that rattles through one's body after standing beneath power lines too long. The Bone Forest incorporates harsh-noise, industrial synthesizers and percussion, goth bass lines and long-form drones to create something wholly blackened and sinister but completely listenable.

Roadside Picnic & Charles Barabé - Worn Paths in Crown Dust

Lastly this brings us to this collaborative tape between Roadside Picnic and Charles Barabé. An hour-long descent into swirling, ambient passages, bugged out electronics, contact-mic scrapings, dripping, feeding field-recordings and long drone pulls that scrape and drag across dirty basement floors. A sweeping, all-encompassing, diving, droning, pitch-shifting push and pull between two artists sharing similar sonic space. Both sides of the tape cover an incredible amount of terrain, fucked electronic passages bleeding into ambient segues blending into power electronics down-tuned and slowed waaaaay down. It is safe to say, there are tones on this tape that have never been recorded before and will never be recorded again. Hours of tinkering meets on-the-fly improvisation that yields frighteningly astute results. This is a tape I've been trying to shake for a week or two now, but I always find myself stuck in the middle of some passage. Trying to find my way out of whatever hellish miasma/stuck between stations noise that beckoned me to dip my toe into. Now completely submerged I may never come up for air. Highly recommended.

Friday, October 17th, 2014 | Add New Comment (0)

As all gerund ending verbs, the "ing" indicates continuous happening. In print: eternal life. An ever present now. An infinite process. Landing, a part of our aural landscape for more than 15 years (releasing albums on K Records, Ba Da Bing! and Geographic North), are ever present in that flux. In this latest track, you hear a band who have been in a sonic relationship that outlast most marriages, yet still surveying new ground while staying rooted in the same krauty, spacey, expansive palate that brought them together as college students in the most un-college towns of college towns: Provo, UT (now all grown up and living in Connecticut).

You may notice a few things about this track. Live drums are back in a major way. That muscular bass line punching holes through the swirling reverb drywall with sewing machine precision. The way Aaron Snow's guitar just tears into the fabric of the track after the first verse with equal parts noise and shimmer.

Landing recorded this track exclusively for Heligator. Aside from being an incredible musical statement, Snow's lyrics get at the heart of what Heligator strives to do. "Why can't you see me/I'm not invisible" is really what the refugees at the Malindza Refugee Camp are trying to say.

Forced to leave their homes because of war, political instability, xenophobia (or all of the above) these refugees want people to know they exist. Not only that they exist, but they are surviving and, against all odds, thriving. They are building libraries, teaching each other and learning/connecting to the world that they feel has largely ignored them.

Your purchase of this track goes directly to the Malindza Refugee Camp library and librarians. Funds go to keeping the lights on, repairs and providing a small stipend for the refugee volunteer librarians. Rarely do you get so rewarded for your generosity. But...here we are.

Buy/Download here:

Please check out the Malindza Refugee Camp Blog for updates on happenings at the library: www.malindzarefugeecamplibrary.blogspot.com

Monday, September 29th, 2014 | Add New Comment (0)

Keiki - Living/Breathing (Live God, 2014)

Keiki's latest noise tape via Cincinnati's best outsider artist collective is a document of semi-improvised, brain-to-tape harsh noise that lives and breathes in a sort of stuck, liminal space made up of sweltering afternoons paralyzed inside, outside-looking-in observations of normal interactions that seem insane to you and those times when you want nothing more to bury yourself in a cloak of thick blackened noise. Living/Breathing provides the soundtrack for all your special moments. As a noise tape, one that is full of serrated metal-on-metal scrapings, these sounds of a computer vomiting up a full hard drive and the sound a building makes right before it collapses, Living/Breathing works very, very well. Beneath the surface there is a quivering, beating heart and a forlorn voice making its way out of the catacombs making Living/Breathing completely listenable. There is nothing assaultive on this tape, any ill-will is directed inwards and does not bash your face in. For example, tracks like "Always Wrong", which takes a strange 50's girl group meets Shankar Jaikishan bass-percussion line and marries it with melodic pulls of noise that corral and condense all of this harshness into a weirdly melodic line. This thick miasma of keys, contact mics and bass guitar is the kind of stuff that is crucial to sink into when you are at your worst. There is enough of a shimmering, golden edge that it offers an echo and a reminder that fall is around the corner and the god-awful humidity will subside for a season. Until then, sink in and live with it.

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Public Housing - Public Housing (Torn Light, 2014)

As a Case Manager I spend a good deal of my time in Cincinnati's public housing or public housing adjacent areas. From my experience and conjecture, if public housing (the physical structures) had sentient souls and phalanges and were given guitars, drums, oscillators and a feral saxophone, their album, also called Public Housing, would sound note-for-note like this. Or Rich Homie Quan (whom I love). OMG. "Type of Way Public Housing remix". Get on it. Public Housing echoes a lot of the bleakness and despair, while none of the vibrancy and community, that our most benignly named prisons for the economically depressed seethe with. Dragging its staggeringly slow BPM through a thick slew of ravaged guitar solos and intentionally sick sounding wheeze of drilling, buzzing and whining electronics, Public Housing is a supremely weird take on an almost Doo-Wop approach to slow and crashing percussion with distinct penchant for the vulnerability and verse-chorus arrangements of a severely fucked version of the blues. This is gut-wrenching stuff. Sheer Hellish Masala of harsh noise, sludge and no-wave skronk filtered through busted equipment and malicious intent. It is terrifying and monolithic, towering and ever-buzzing, a place not be around when the sun goes down, just like, you guessed it, a college dorm. Public Housing forever.

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Sloths - Twenty Years (The Ghost is Clear/Don't Live Like Me/Illuminasty, 2014)

I became acquinted with the Portland three-piece Sloths via Kyle Bates shoegaze-drone project Drowse. I've gained immensely from blazing through their back catalog on an especially long run. Their latest EP, Twenty Years is their most assured and clarified statement of purpose to date. A lot of bands who do this really intense mathy hardcore with moments of major-chord brilliance, black metal and post-rock bridges have the dynamics all wrong. Instead of stopping the song dead in its tracks to get all twinkly and sappy in the name of dynamics (or dramatics) before gaining steam before an "epic" breakdown, Sloths are pretty consistent in keeping their songs focused and linear, utilizing tremolo-picked guitars to augment some particularly blistering chorus or some Isis-like bridge to give just enough breathing space by leaping into another jerky, mathy and HEAVY breakdown. Centered around the themes of loss and suicide, the EP comes to a final and ultimately hopeful note amongst beautifully crushing guitars, blast beats and guttural screams of acceptance of leaving the dead buried and living just to live. Included on the EP is a killer cover of Slint's "Breadcrumb Trail" that is a faithful recreation if I've ever heard one if those Louisville dudes listened to a ton of Neurosis.

Friday, September 5th, 2014 | Add New Comment (0)

Grizzly Spectre - All of Them Witches (Self-Released, 2014)

What a difference a few years makes. Last time we checked in on Grizzly Prospector (now operating under Grizzly Spectre for this project) we heard an artist reveling in the tense and inflection of a bygone era: short depression-era folk songs that rarely ran beyond the two minute mark. 2014, the SLC-based Parker Yeats has stripped the entire apparatus down to brass tacks (literally down to sheer mechanical action of the downstroke on a guitar) and then stretched and slowed the entire composition to a fraction of its original speed. The result is a droning, ghostly masterpiece of guitar, voice and synths. All of them buried. All of them sunk. And a what a voice it is. Yeats voice floats up through the floorboards, reverberates through empty apartments and high ceilings/sealings. Echoes of Yeats' bellow creating spectre-ish doubles of each other. The synth work here donated by Michael Biggs sound impossibly organic, like a bowed cello under a thick blanket of reverb. Grizzly Spectre works well as a moniker for what Parker is doing these days. The album spectre-like in that ephemeral, barely-there connection between two planes of existence, but is also very much tied to the West. A sense of unhedged expansion and discovery, a landscape seldom seen. Grizzly Spectre: a lone pioneer crossing the plane.

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Hakobune / Oliwa / Former Selves / Panabrite  - Oceanic Triangulation (Inner Islands, 2014)

This is the maw-fuckin' dream team right here. Three continents, four artists, two tapes, one hour of completely zoned relaxation. Enough on here get through a particularly dense and mind-numbingly boring textbook chapter on the "History of Supervision in Social Work". Can't make this stuff up. Srsly tho, look at this line up. The Japanese sound-sculptor Hakobune, whose tape Seamless and Here on Patient Sounds (Intl). is the most pleasant and beautiful piece of guitar music produced this year, starts the tape(s) off with a confident statement of purpose. An introduction glistening in golden reverb and far-away drones. Buenos Aires-based Oliwa, another contender for most transcendentally peaceful album of the year, follows up with a slow-burn, wandering synth track. A meander under a lush, thick canopy of thick, humid drone and meditative synthesizer played in some celestial key. Former Selves, who released a genius split with Original Flowering Earth on Crawf's Planted Tapes a while back has crafted a placid, tranquil pool of undisturbed beauty. There is an unspoken sense of tension floating somewhere below this track. Like the dams and lagoons in Swaziland guarded by a seven-headed snake that controls the weather (once again. Can't make this stuff up) this is something to be approached with respect and caution. Throw your coins to appease whatever ancient God lives below and bow out. Lastly, Panabrite (Goldrush 2012 alum represent!) is on to the most terrestrial of all artists. Starting out with the damp drip of a cave dwelling before launching into some truly virtuoso Bach-style fugue synthesizer shit before exploring more tranquil space before roaring (in the way these ambient-drone dudes do) into a crescendo of sorts with soaring guitar lines and textured synths ruminating below before fading out into field recordings of an open field. Incredible stuff on these tapes. 

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Zach Zinn - The Spiral Organ (Live God Collective, 2014)

Continuing with the more meditative, New Age-y vibe of the first half of this Tape Haul (it is about to get real noisy real fast on the next edition) the furthest flung member of the impressive Cincinnati-based Live God artist collective, Zach Zinn (Olympia, WA) has created a beautiful collection of drone-based compositions that feature some lovely looped woodwind and thumping tribal percussion. On the heels of the excellent Time and the Diamond, Zinn joins artists like Les Halles in exploring how woodwind instruments (I think that is a processed flute...) can add a layer of density, texture and Mayan-like zen (although I doubt the Mayan was a very zen-like culture) to already dense and muggy loop-based music. The space Zinn finds is pretty miraculous. Never one to overcrowd his compositions, Zinn incorporates rhythmic looping of instrumental passages if minimal percussion (infrequent tribal beats or tape loops) are not already present. This gives the entire tape a hypnotic, slightly sea-sick lurch forward. Woodwinds ride the crest as a top-bar melodies or are folded into the frothy, roiling surf of other auxilliary instrumentation such as harpsichord, harmonica and guitar. The Spiral Organ is a confident next step for Zinn, one that I find myself returning to on a frequent basis.

Monday, September 1st, 2014 | Add New Comment (0)

Scrolling through my facebook feed this morning left me supremely bummed out. Ferguson, friend-of-a-friend shot in his car for no reason, violence and all the justifications for violence. Then this showed up in my inbox. This piece of positivist jamn. A reconnaissance into the void of human spirit, report back: "it gets better". Sometimes you gotta ride that sine wave to its deepest pitch for the corresponding high. Anger turns into catharsis only if it channeled appropriately. CLIPD BEAKS has been my divining rod for a few years now.

Listening to the Oakland-based CLIPD BEAKS track is like watching a knot unwind itself in reverse. A focused, stereo-panning, bass line joined by sea-bird calls of angled distortion, until shortly after the drums kick in, all hell breaks loose. "FKWRK" turns into propulsive, limbs-a-flailing crescendo of dosed, Hoarse Loads-era noise with the openness and expansiveness off of anything off their latest tape Lost Offering. A Gordian knot of voices and mantras petitioning an empty sky.

Heligator is unspeakably honored to have CLIPD BEAKS donate a track to the cause. Every dollar spent at Heligator Records goes directly to the Malindza Refugee Camp Library in Mpaka, Swaziland. The proceeds from Heligator go to maintaining the library (literally keeping the lights on) and providing a small stipend to the volunteer, refugee librarians. The library is home to over 1,500 books, two computers as well as English and French classes taught by refugee volunteers. To learn more about the Library and where your money is going please visit the Library's blog at:
malindzarefugeecamplibrary.blogspot.com
There's nothing like donating to a good cause, getting incredible music to replace the bum jamz happening around the world. Maybe even more satisfying than dumping a bucket of ice water on your head. IDK. FKWRK, tho.

Thursday, August 28th, 2014 | Add New Comment (0)

It is here. The full line up of the Goldrush 2014 Music Festival in Denver, CO is upon us. And it is something. Check out the full list below. New additions are in bold with accompanying pictures. These include Wolf Eyes! Eric Copeland! Guerilla Toss! Howling Hex and so many more Make sure you check out Goldrush's Official Site for more information and to buy tickets. On behalf of the whole Tome family...Hope to see you there!

Wolf Eyes (Detroit, MI)

Eric Copeland (Brooklyn, NY)

Mount Eerie (Anacortes, WA)

clipping. (Los Angeles, CA)

Guerilla Toss (Boston, MA)

DVA (Parbudice Pardubicky Kraj, Czech Republic)

Thug Entrancer (Denver, CO)

Good Willsmith (Chicago, IL)

Kevin Greenspon (Los Angeles, CA)

Reighnbeau (Albuquerque, NM)

The Howling Hex (Denver, CO)

Sparkling Wide Pressure (Mufreesboro, TN)

Stag Hare (Salt Lake City, UT)

Trabajo (Brooklyn, NY)

RUMTUM (Denver, CO)

Mezzanine Swimmers (Brooklyn NY)

Fingers of the Sun (Denver, CO)

Braeyden Jae (Salt Lake City, UT)

Homebody (Denver, CO)

Church Fire (Denver, CO)

Aja Vision (Oakland, CA)

Sister Grotto (Denver, CO)

Champion (Denver, CO)

Docile Rottweiler (Denver, CO)

CP208 (Denver, CO)

Horse Latitudes (Denver, CO)

Wednesday, August 6th, 2014 | Add New Comment (0)

GOLDRUSH Music Festival is upon us.

GOLDRUSH 2014 WEBSITE

We can hardly believe we’ve made it to where we are now, but we are sure glad that we’re here and that we’ve brought our friends along with us yet again to share in this annual autumnal event. That of course means of bands, artists, sponsors, labels, writers, bloggers, and projectionists — all just for starters. As such, GOLDRUSH is now more than ever much more than simply a music festival. In its championing of the experimental community above all, GOLDRUSH has itself become a community. In its presentation of the progressive arts, GOLDRUSH has itself become a work of progressive art. GOLDRUSH is a collage, a combination, a pastiche blend of artistic mediums,styles, looks, sounds, feels, feelings, colors, shapes, sizes, moods, and music, pulling as much beauty from as many different corners of the map we can and pasting it all together into an interactive, living experience.

For our fourth edition, we’ve pulled out all the stops. GOLDRUSH 2014 represents our most ambitious project to date from a line-up standpoint alone. Match the unique and daring blend of music we’ll be presenting with our first ever record fair, a cassette compilation for the history books, an exhibition of local artists, experimental film projections and Denver’s definitive music journal in the form of our yearly ‘zine, and you’ve got something truly special. And we sure hope you’ll join us.

As in years past, GOLDRUSH could not be possible without the support of our amazing network of sponsors — record shops, ice cream parlors, cassette labels, music blogs, book stores and more have all shown their support this crucial effort, and we invite and welcome friends from all facets of our community to join in that effort. We are currently securing sponsors of all levels for GOLDRUSH 2014. Our mission remains to connect not only our community to one another, but to the world around us through progressive music. If this appeals to you or your business' ideals, and you'd like to be a part of this pioneering Denver music festival, please email info@goldrushmusicfest.com.

We are announcing the artists performing at Goldrush in waves. With no further ado here is the first wave of artists....Heaps more to come: 

mount eerie (anacortes, WA)

clipping. (Los angeles, ca)

thug entrancer (denver, co)

Good willsmith (chicago, il)

kevin greenspon (los angeles, ca)

stag hare (salt lake city, ut)

trabajo (brooklyn, ny)

rumtum (denver, co)

braeyden jae (salt lake city, ut)

homebody (denver, co)

sister grotto (denver, co)

champion (denver, co)

cp 208 (denver, co)

 

 

Tuesday, July 22nd, 2014 | Add New Comment (0)

Plains - Stone Cloud (Happenin/Nouemnal Loom, 2014)

Replacing the jittery, smack-seizures of the Lower East Side for the Sweet Tea sipping eternal afternoons of Alabama, Travis Swinford's uncanny knack for sounding like Lou Reed at his most content makes a strong contender for one of the finest psych-rock entries of 2014. Granted, you only had to read one sentence to get that Swinford-Reed comparison, much of Stone Cloud transcends easy comparisons and finds its biggest returns in Swinford's surreal guided imagery, compositional tightness that is adept enough to sound loose and banged out in one golden afternoon (eternal and FINALLY cooling off a bit). While most tracks wouldn't sound too off on a Transformer outtakes colleciton, Stone Cloud includes several outstanding tracks such as "Jessica", which centers on a dangerously addicting riff pounded out ad nauseum that gathers intensity like a proverbial snowball, and "The One That Took the Eye", whose Serge Gainsbourg-like pairing sophistication and nonchalance with one really killer guitar solo. Swinford finally caves into his kraut demons in the album's intense closing track which rides a motorik beat through a shambolic cloud of bent guitars and Swinford's adjacent croon. 

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Marcus Rubio - Land of Disenfranchisement (Already Dead, 2014)

Coming off a string of compositions made up of field recordings and fluctuations in microphone feedback, Land of Disenfranchisement - a fully fleshed out pop record full of whip-smart social commentary - came as a bit of a welcome surprise. And in this record we can hear Rubio settling into his role as an arbiter of resigned bitterness over an expansive palate of lo-fi landscapes that acts as a clearing house for Rubio's many musical personas and proclivities. Take, for example, the sheer breadth of a track like "Brodayte Weekend 2K10 (No Regretz)". It starts as an ambient low rumble, breaks into a bubbling synth track and by the end of 2:38 (!) Rubio pulls in a ruddy fiddle, swirling organ and heavily strummed power chords. Brodayte, however, doesn't play like cut-and-paste garageband schizophrenia, there is a distinct melody running throughout the track shepherding and corralling all these disparate musical voices. This is one of the real strengths of this record. There is some golden mean running throughout the record of insidiously sly and clever melodies that pull the listener through whatever eye of the needle approaches us. He makes such a compelling case through melody and strong songwriting - focused on unworthy attachments - that we accept whatever compositional water we find ourselves in. I'm not saying that this is a record full of anachronisms. Most of the tracks are understated, shuffling, folk-tinged beauties. A kind of tape that gets stuck in your player for days at a time because there is never not a time when it is appropriate. But when Rubio starts flexing, pulls some heavily reverbed drone sandwiched between two perfect pop songs, we are willing to go there because we have our Virgil through the Land of Disenfranchisement. One of my favorites for the year of our Lord 2014.

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Decade in Exile - Transit/Pulse (Crash Symbols, 2014)

Taking on some pretty heavy themes following the passing of his father, Duncan Lloyd takes on death and transition time (instantaneous? light years?) between this world and whatever is after here through creating a terranium of sadness in which these ideas are played out through the careful observation in a contained space where questions of faith and life can take root. Split between two sides, Transit is split between spectral, shoegaze-folk and multi-tracked guitar loops overwraught with every drop of emotional transference wrung from them. These multi-layered guitar lines and drones are reminiscient of the kind of worlds Yume Bitsu tried to create, and more specifically with their raga-like leanings in the percussion, more akin to the spiritual realm of post-Bitsu Adam Forkner projects. Pulse is a bit more a subdued affair, much less focused on world-configuration than sending transmissions with enough signal strength to reach the other side. Long, sustained drones of amplifier-destroying severity punctauate this side of the tape. One of the most beautiful meditations on passing and the afterlife since Panda Bear's Young Prayer.

Wasted Cathedral - Pleasant Valley (Adhesive Sounds, 2014)

Pleasant Valley is a creeping motorcade of repetition and drone, a beat tape as dictated by Vangelis, an endlessly listenable series of looping, ever-ascending tendrils born from static and grit shooting forth straight into the sun. And this is the sun's communique back. Flecked and shedding beams of pure light on its descent back to its earthly grave. Chris Laramee creates some all-encompassing, completely engulfing compositions that don't rely on the club-like (as in weapon) tendencies of kraut to railroad the beat into infinity, but rather the club-like (as in this) repetition found in dance music. A communal practice of repetition to slow down time. Thats why, in light of tracks like "We Depart Memphis Moons" I want to call this a beat tape, even though I am not really sure what that is or if that is a thing. These tracks push a sense of laser-focused attention to the way in which the pulsing, eternally repeating beat interacts with the hazy, soft-noise drones emitting from a boombox experiencing some serious R.E.M cycle sleep. Otherwise, the eponymous "Pleasant Valley" finds its sanctity in repetition of sampled strings layered on top of each other creating subtle, ghosting movements of overwhelming beauty. "Blood Diamonds" ends the tape with a compelling, long-form exploration into creating sacred space via tape, a forever-drone decaying under the weight of some serious Basinski style tape destruction. 

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Nate Henricks - Neon for No One (Crash Symbols, 2014)

Nate Henricks opens Neon for No One with one colossol pastiche. The 10 minute + "Dead Fox Waltz" is comprised of three or four song-songs segued with a dense soup of swirling musical voices. This song (probably an EP unto itself) sets up the rest of the tape in a brilliant way. It exposes Henricks as a songwriter of great repute in the song-songs and a brilliant sound-collage artist in the gaps. On Neon For No One these two personas exist in perfect concert with each other.  These folk-tinged, shuffling mid-tempo tunes are beguilingly simple. A melody strong enough to carry any song is meticulously fucked with until a bright, shiny new creature arises. A tune simple enough to get any toe to tapping, yet bathed in enough lo-fi aural light to keep an audiophile's ear to the stereo. It's the songs. Really, the songs. "No More Shows" narrates the sad D.I.Y self-immolation of every great punk venue in your rinky-dink town. "Too much dumb behavior/too much broken equipment..." Sound familiar? If not, let Henrick's spoken word bridge lovingly dictate how your ethics and ideals of a community-centered "scene" is ruined by too many egos and too many drugs and vulture-like commodification of cultural colonialists hoping to cash in on the next big thing. "Sometimes I Die" is a cavernous, slow-build of a song that staggers its way to a sweeping, cathartic climax full of heartstring tugging strings, major chord flailing, distant martial drumming and Henrick's voice dripping with a sweet sense of ennui haunting through the entire composition. Too much perfection. Buy this.

Ryan H.

Thursday, July 10th, 2014 | Add New Comment (0)

Live God Collective came to my attention a few months ago after (missing) a performance by Apartment Mouth in Cincinnati where I currently reside. I was introduced to this collection of renegade artists and musicians by Boyfroot's Jay Harmon, a musician we here at the Tome have long admired. Live God took me through a backdoor portal into a world created by a group of unheralded artists creating music and art virtually out of any spotlight here in Cincinnati. While some have received significant blogger accolades, most of these artists represent that one-in-a-million bandcamp find that alerts you to the sheer vastness of how many people exist who make weird, unearthly music and put it out there for public consumption without much thought for compensation, and how will never truly have any sort of handle on what is out there and how much of it you will never hear. This is stuff that deserves to be heard. It is dark, dank and occasionally totally brilliant. It comes to us with the smell of unfinished basements and stale weed clinging to its garments that follow it into public, alerting you to the fact that its home is not your world and daring you to follow it into that part of town you've glimpsed from the freeway but never quite felt comfortable going into alone. The albums below represent Live God's 2014 releases thus far.

Live God Collective

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Apartment Mouth - The Vile Dialect

A totally depressing, guttural trudge through half-vacant apartments and weed-covered lots. Lots of eyes on you. Smell of anxiety like mold on half-rotten cardboard boxes. a feral bag of Hot Cheetos torn free from a nearby fence crosses your path and onto the street. Danger. Sweat. Apartment Mouth, a distinct type of dental rot caused by eating right before bed, is a collaboration between Live God artists Keiki and Boyfroot, and boy does it seeeethe. It writhers in unpleasantness and guitar feedback under the hands of Keiki and mutant, idiot beats are trawled up via a mic cable straight into Boyfroot's fucking soul. Some of the most dire stuff I've heard all year. Ponderous riffs and disembodied vocals coming from those flats condemned to demolition. Where will ghosts go after we have taken their homes?

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Sal Lake - Sodyolk

Sal Lake (no relation to the city of Salt Lake where I spent my early 20's) has a streak of eclecticism that runs a pretty deep chasm through this relatively short album. Songs (in that capitalized "S" sense of the word) range from tape manipulation, harsh noise, sample-based collages to droning, synth-based compositions. The two highlights below of this are cross-samples of these tendencies in Sodyolk: freak-the-fuck-out to compositions with enough patience and grace to invite deep listening. "Burgerbreath" is the most straight-forward noise track on this album, borrowing heavily from Kevin Drumm's dips into militant knob-twisting abuse, this 1:12 track is a palate cleansing raid on the senses. A perfect antidote for an afternoon spent trying to unclog a drain only to break the tool you were renting (FML). "Fussle" is many things, a post-IDM, industrial-lite slowburner with free-floating, pitch-shifting vocals and a quite beautiful repetitive synth call ...a signal to other sentient instruments. A machine's mating call. Pretty great stuff.

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First Dog - Music for Paranoid Cartoons

Both First Dog (formerly First Dog to Visit the Center of the Earth) and Boyfroot (then Boyfruit) were some of the first musicians to contact us to review their stuff. That was back whent they were still in high school. Now look at them running labels and art collectives and stuff. And this, this hour + wade into some of the best synth-based music I've heard all year. Present throughout are First Dog's playful and minimal melodies, all warped and sunbaked, cracked beats, swirling, buzzing guitar solos. First Dog never really went anywhere after relasing several fantastic releases including Every Machine On which Foxy Digitalis (R.I.P) awarded a "perfect 10". This is simply where we have decided to pick back up the trail, a place where First Dog is creating sprawling, melodic, beat-heavy records that are endlessly listenable, probably danceable (somewhere in this galaxy) and quite possibly one of the best things you will hear this year.

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Boyfroot - Drug Lord Wizard

Boyfroot - a self-proclaimed "demonic trap lord" - is never not making music. Fully invested into a culture that favors off-the-dome rapping into a cell phone that is never not on you and later piecing these together into a composition, Boyfroot's rebirth as narrator and arbiter of all things "darksided" from a loop-based electronic artist which Nick Potter accurately and lovingly described as a "troop of retarded elephants" has been a seamless delve into the Midwest's utterly bleak description of urban life by sixteen year olds claiming to tote AK's. This has yielded some pretty terrific results (including a Tiny Mix Tapes "Eureka" nod). Drug Lord Wizard follows on the heels of those successful mixtapes by pairing dreamlike, ambient soundscapes with crisp, skittering trap beats and Froot's pitch shifted, multi-layered voice narrating all types of deviant behavior. At this point this isn't the venue to discuss persona, appropriation, or anything like that. Drug Lord Wizard is a crystalline statement of Boyfroot's intent to compose incredibly well-crafted atmospherics to the immediacy and freedom of revealing your darkest and most twisted thoughts without any intermediary. 

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Keiki - CBK II

As one half of Apartment Mouth, Keiki has created a record that is sludgy, intense, and pretty difficult to get through. CBK II is an expressionistic, immediate guitar record that provides a glimpse into the transference between a musician's brain and instrument. A privileged glimpse of improvisation that does not follow perfect scales or aims at proficiency (not saying that this is anything but proficient), rather CBK II revels in the close proximity of mic to mouth, the aleatoric moan, the omnipresent drone, the harsh squeals of feedback oscillating madly over a wall of distortion. Ultimately, this is a guitarists record, a record filled with anxious discovery of what the amplified instrument can do. On "Error Control" these sounds are packaged and processed and let out in forced, controlled blasts of machine gun regularity. "The Traveler" is a long form, droning masterpiece of sludged-out heaviness that creeps and bellycrawls on its 24 + minute journey from lament to cemetery wail. CBK II is a necessarily intense record, and one doesn't give up its treasures easily.

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Zach Zinn - Time and the Diamond 

Zach Zinn, a rare non-midwesterner, creates beautiful, contemplative meditations that seemingly offset and/or counterbalance much of what we've heard on Live God. Not that Keiki's guitar destruction is any less spiritual or there isn't some kind of zen-like quality to the surety that Boyfroot will kill, smoke or fuck anything in his path (oneness of mind and purpse), but Zach Zinn's compositions surrounded by cystal-studded synths, processed and modulated woodwinds give Time and the Diamond a sort of studied, world-weariness of an attempt at communicate with the divine through ritual and drone. Huge, oceanic swells of noise underscore blinking, repeating bell sounds, mournful woodwinds, shamanistic vocals, tape manipulation, looped percussion and improvised synth lines. This is the kind of New Age dispatch that artists on Constellation Tatsu or Moon Dial Tapes are really proficient in making. This record, however isn't a maudlin, floating affair. The Celestial comes in mud-flaked and with bags under its eyes. The kind of happy, tired perfection that comes with lots and lots of practice and time in repetition. Beautiful stuff. 

Tuesday, July 8th, 2014 | Add New Comment (0)

 

True Neutral Crew - #POPPUNK (Deathbomb Arc, 2014)

Last year TNC dropped #Monsanto, a sprawling (for a four song EP) vision of the future of Hip-Hop. Featuring members of Foot Village, Clipping and I.E, that spooked EP sent reverberations around the horn to discerning listeners. With those reverberations was also a warning. A warning that #POPPUNK was in the works. #POPPUNK as a title is a bit more on the nose than the actual music itself. If you expected a record made with guitars, bass and drums or a terrible mid-00's bastardization of hip-hop and punk, you would be only half right...half of the time. #POPPUNK captures the battled punk spirit of killing sacred cows as trodden out in their opening track "Modern Art", a track that rails against equating intention with creation. That song is replete with bright, simple melodies couched in the voices and aspirations from a hundred different sources. That track also serves as a debut of TNC's newest crewster, Sir Benedick the Moor, whose elastic, hyper-kinetic flow is a welcome addition to the loose group that defines itself in spurts of intense collaboration. This collaboration eschews any sense of easy answers that the record title would give of  "hey, deyre rapping over pop-punk!" explanations and instead dips into left-field production that works on the strength of the crew in total instead of a showcase for each individual's talent. "New Shit" is one of those workably great tracks where everyone, including Brian Kinsman's awesomely nasally flow shows up to absolutely kill the track. There are stops and starts, the eponymous "Pop Punk" is as close to pop punk as we're going to get, "Can't Stop Loving You" is a cavernous, mid-tempo ballad sung in Spanish featuring I.E rapping on last half of the song. Everything in between is as raucous and thought-provoking as TNC wants/is capable of producing.

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Tideland - Lull (Sterling, VA Records, 2014)

Tideland from Sterling, VA on Sterling, VA records. I know the kind of pride/revulsion of coming from middle-class suburbia. Places where planned, covenant-controlled communities wind with sprawling, serpentine precision through former forests/plains and everyone has a backyard and driveway. Of course you can't mention Sterling, VA without Pg. 99. As I am finding, however, Pg. 99 is a very visible head to a legion of suburban punks sweating it out in basement shows and legion halls. Tideland, probably the most notable group to form out of Sterling in the recent years, is well into their young career of crafting shoegaze inspired melodic rock songs that ring and shine with that crunch that died away when alternative rock stopped being a thing. There are probably a billion "90's" band that one could point to as touchstones for this record full of hummable hooks, dueling guitars and waves of distortion that crash in deafening waves. Failure, Hum, Superchunk and recent revivalists Pity Sex come easily to mind. This is a record that deserves to be played way too loud through decaying car speakers with the windows down because the AC is broken and you don't earn enough money from delivering pizza to get it fixed.

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Wreck and Reference - Want (The Flesner, 2014)

Want as a record is a thing that leaves scars. An unrelenting dive into self-loathing and unredeemed angst that is difficult to shake. A record that splinters into a thousand shards the minute it hits the turntable. Unsettling and and leaden without a downstroke on a guitar or a single bass line. Wreck and Reference is consisted solely of Felix Skinner on midi-controller/synth/piano/vocals and Ignat Frege on drums. This sparse line up belies just how huge these tracks can get. Skinner's electronic compositions range from snarling, minimalist seas of distortion and glass to pulsing, halting waves of modulated blood pumping through a robotic aorta. Skinner's voice takes center stage here moving from tortured scream, husky growl, fraying croon to monotone spoken word. These iterations often fall over each other in the attempt to expel the breath out of his lungs like Skinner consumed poison or these words were put into him by a non-benevolent being. Something needs to come out. The human mouth can only contort itself in so many ways and lungs can only handle so much strain until they begin to flake and detach themselves. Frege's expressive drumming is strangely not the heaviest thing on this album. He can pound out powerful, cavernous lines that pummel unforgivingly, but often they are understated and mixed pretty low so as to let the listener roil and seethe in the carefully crafted electronic atmosphere. The Flesner can do no wrong this year. Every release has been an incredibly powerful, boundary pushing endeavor in the world of heavy, intense music.

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Salazar - Saudade (Self-Released, 2014)

A perfectly composed, perfectly paced record full of understated beauty that is easy to lose an afternoon in. It is not often that these kind of polite, earnest indie rock records have this immediate of an effect on me. But here we are with a record that easily matches the compositional complexity and high falutin crooning vocals as a band such as Grizzly Bear, Midlake or any group like unto them. Saudade takes time in revealing its tricks. Insidiously hooky melodic lines couch themselves in prog-lite guitar and bass lines, only revealing themselves in memory or repeated listens. Perfect for late afternoon house cleaning, dinner party hosting, Saudade is a non-confrontational album that still retains enough backbone to fade into obscurity in social settings and enough aural meat for this to be a serious headphone affair. Melodies, jazzy time signatures and instrumental flourishes manifesting themselves as each track meanders and moseys to its eventual demise.

Saturday, June 28th, 2014 | Add New Comment (0)