Patrick Cosmos / The Kendal Mintcake
Finally My Friends / Your Credit Card Has Already Been Charged [CS; Big Sleep]

First off I’d like to thank The Kendall Mintcake and Patrick Cosmos for labeling the cassette as to which side is theirs. It is such a common practice to leave tape splits unspecified I’ve had to stumble around in the dark more than I’d like. Now that I have my bearings, what’s going on with this oddly named dual project? Where the cheekily named The Kendall Mintcake is concerned, it’s time to start getting ready to visit Mars, or at least the moon. TKM’s Your Credit Card Has Already Been Charged makes no bones about its interstellar jones, and as a result you’ll feel pretty good about taking the voyage with them. On the way you’ll peep synth squiggles that streak across the blackness of eternity like comets, bits of random debris (which I can’t identify, as so often is the case), and a rock-ribbed drone backbone. Like I always say/write, it sounds simple, but you gotta hear it, bro; words can’t do such prescient material justice. I get impatient with amb-dro real quick, so if The Kendall Mintcake is easily occupying my mind/time with nary a watch-check, it’s reason to take notice. Patrick Cosmos? As you might of expected after the description of TKM’s launch, Cosmos’ Finally My Friends is right in the ambient-drone pocket as well, taking a more tradition approach that I find less immediately appealing but just as salient in the long run. My patience tested, I find it impossible to withstand the bulbous bass throbs and omnipresent, linear strands of pitch-shifted synth (or at least it seems pitched-out in some way). You have to listen more closely for the small details to reveal themselves, which is a change from Kendall’s side and a nice way to provide variety despite the similar approaches to the craft. If you’re floating toward a tesseract or some other heavenly, space-bound entity you can’t identify, it’d be nice to have Finally My Friends OR Your Credit Card Has Already Been Charged on your side, so why not delve deeply into both? Your inner explorer will thank you for rescuing a still-available copy from the Big Sleep camp. To each his drone, right? Level up, friends.

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