“Teen Paranormal Romance”

At first glance, I misread this song’s title as something involving teen pregnancy. A wince! Vicarious, American shame! But with that in mind, I now can’t help but blend my misreading with the actual title — “Teen Paranormal Romance” — which in turn yields the image of some brutal hybrid of Gossip Girl and Rosemary’s Baby. (Which actually sounds like it could have some profoundly life-affirming potential. Let’s make that happen, AMC.)

Matmos’ actual track — the music, that is — was born out of a similarly bizarre reliance on associations and the brutality of the human mind. Plus more. Or less, rather: Matmos’ upcoming album The Marriage of True Minds is the result of years of findings based on sensory deprivation, as dictated by Ganzfield experiments (check out the album’s cover to see a so deprived experimentee). Yes, it is worth reading about on Wikipedia, just as the music is very much worth listening to, directly below.

Matmos will kick off a North American tour next month, on February 11, and The Marriage of True Minds will be out from Thrill Jockey a week later, on the 19.

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I think they call it folktronica. Like when the drums just sound like objects falling from trees. I guess Astronautica is where all those buried guitar riffs are coming from. Sliding in all quiet and underneath everything. There must be something about outer space and real organic beats. Take last year’s You’re There album by Space Ghost (on label Astro Nautico, not to be confused with who we’re talking about here), for example. The sound of all those taps and drips and drops sound so natural laid on top of all those gravitational vibrations from galactic bodies moving around, crashing and exploding, or just dying out.

“Cruise” below from (with) L.A.’s Astronautica. The whole Replay Last Night is out on Alpha Pup Records, February 26.

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Foxes in Fiction & Benoît Pioulard

“Ground Glass”

Ever since releasing his very homemade debut ambient pop album Swung from the Branches way back at the beginning of 2010, followed by the 7-song EP Alberto that came out at the end of that year, Foxes in Fiction’s Warren Hildebrand has been putting music out consistently, if a bit sporadically, and always referencing the transition from free-form scatter towards more traditionally structured songwriting, as evidenced on his first two major releases.

The lead track off of Foxes in Fiction’s new 7-inch — titled “Ground Glass” and due February 28 on Wool Recordings — finds Hildebrand in collaboration with kindred spirit Thomas Meluch, better known as Benoît Pioulard, with both only further exploring that post-Slowdive juncture where walls of sound and noise meet shape and form.

Hear the new song by Foxes in Fiction and Benoît Pioulard below or at Wool Recordings’ SoundCloud.

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Surely Reliable

Ventla, a one-man recording project from actual Japan (/not future-fetish Japan), has released his fantastic 21st free album (of 100), titled Surely Reliable. Somewhat of an extension of his previous volume, Fansubbed Last Words, this 28-minute episode marks Ventla’s self-aware foray into the vaporwave movement. But unlike the sample-screw-release process of the vaporwave everyman, Ventla actually composes and records his own thought leader anthems and executive lounge dance jams, the cassette hiss you hear no DAW preset but every bit the real deal. Free to incorporate influences far beyond the wholesale muzak norm (new jack, chiptune and YMO, to name a few obvious ones on Reliable), Ventlan vaporwave arguably bests the flagging movement’s erstwhile heroes in sheer musicality and replay value — though some may posit that his tactics run counter to vaporwave’s possibly subversive and demi-academic intent. Whatever; try bumping “ATRAC 4 Swing” and act like you mind.

Download here or listen via Soundcloud.

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Brandon Locher

Conversations (Revisited)

So, the trip of this IS… you cannot listen to Conversations (Revisited) with the lights out. Like, immediately, I think the Jerky Boys. Then I’m thinking, “Boiii, Brandon, is you doing all these calls?” But I start to realized, as I’d said – with the lights out – there’s a VERY haunting effect to this. I mean I feel guilty. I can’t say anything to these people. FUCK, this is stressful, but real-real. Right? Conversations (Revisited) is making my dog bug OUT. So, then I start taking a leak, and it felt like I was disrupting something with the noise of my bowl echoing piss, and WHOA! Is Brandon “crossing-lines?” WHOA! No, yes, he IS!! Wow, people really get on this, Larry. Hello, Larry, yo!! I want this soundboard. Holy moly, this is recorded trolling on a WHOLE new level. Not only do IIIIII feel a mess of guilt, but I’m bearing audio witness to the most elaborate troll scheme EVER. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAnd I cannot walk to my bedroom now without freaking out at the mere resemblance of a visage. If I see a face besides my girls, I’m smashing it in Irreversable-style. I’m thinking I’d just start talking to Audre. Paul? Oh shit, I gotta call Paul about dress code, cause I want a rocking Vegas outfit. Nowww, I gotta stop. This track has brought the devil out in me, and there’s too much “ME” and “I” in this post for my liking. So… without establishing character or voice or pronoun: BYE!! YOU called CHUCKY’S dad? Also, when you stop Conversations (Revisited) it feels like these voices are just trapped in this audio forever. As though being prey to the quiet caller absorbed a momentary bit of being through the receiver and into Brandon Locher’s recorder. CONCLUSION: beware, for this release is joyfully maddening.

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Dean Blunt


On May 1, our lives will change for[ever/the better] when Dean Blunt — provocateur, stalker, and all-around cute guy — releases his first “proper” solo album, The Redeemer on Hippos In Tanks/World Music. To get you excited, Blunt just released a track from the album titled “Papi,” which features clear-as-day vocals over a sample of Pink Floyd’s “Echoes.” It ends with a canny New Year’s countdown, unsettling and awkward, as it should be.

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