The Savage Young Taterbug
“Golden Star Brother Supper”
If your brain was liquefied to the consistency of sizzurp, would your dreams melt together? As a staple on Night-People, The Savage Young Taterbug (a.k.a. Charles Free, a.k.a. Timothy Wind, a.k.a. lots of a.k.a.s) lends listeners licks on living life a little loony. Through all his Americana, cute punk-snot, mystic storyteller personas, he proves to be one of the few rambling-traveling slash Internet-lost American folk-heroes. Mix the soundtrack to your grandmother’s reoccurring nightmare with your uncle’s non-stop smashed karaoke machine, and you’ve Theme For Gasoline Weirdo. It was released on the last big batch of Night People tapes (round late June-ish); still on sale. He has another release on Cavelife under the moniker The Missing Paperboy. Cavelife will also be releasing a bootleg cassette of Savage Young Taterbug - maybe, so look out! And, if you can’t find him sleeping behind you or in Ryan Garbes’ backyard (this has been burnt down since), you can check out his recent “publicity” stunt.
Quiet Evenings / Seziki Tetrasheaf
Snagged some preview excerpts from this sure-to-be-glorious anniversary split LP between recent tourmates Quiet Evenings (Motion Sickness of Time Travel, Nova Scotian Arms) and Seziki Tetrasheaf (Xiphiidae, David Toro). Following their debut vinyl outing Intrepid Trips, drone spouses Grant and Rachel Evans offer a patient, thoughtful piece titled “Gold Coast” on one side:
On the opposite side is a scrambled pastiche of samples half-remembered in Tetrasheaf’s “Let’s Do Carpet Beach,” who have heretofore released only a smattering of tapes. Check this one here:
This will be a joint release (“heavy emphasis on joint” —Grant Evans) on their own labels, Hooker Vision and Rotifer, celebrating their 100th and 50th releases respectively. 300 copies pressed, with a few handmade art-box versions, mastered by Keith Fullerton Whitman. Look out for it this month, dudes.
Pine Hill Haints
“Rattle Them Bones”
Writing about how this song reminds me of waking up around 2 AM in a mill outside a nearly abandoned suburb (Springfield, OH), trying to find the way home using constellations, after an alley lady only gave me directions to buy cigarettes but I don’t smoke, would be too easy. Even if hoot’n holler ain’t your thing, upon seeing that washtub-base, you want one. It also accentuates how bare these folks are, without heavy emphasis on minimalistic song structure. But what’s with cropping out the washboard? First of all: a lady playing the washboard [dot dot dot]. Second, I went to a Paul Simon concert when I was six or so and saw this dude pull off a five-minute washboard solo. It was madness. And Pine Hill Haints should make that a staple during every live performance. Um — what happened to the Squirrel Nut Zippers?
Anyhow, Pine Hill Haints’ new cassette The Evening Star is on Burger Time Records. Also, K put faith in two of they’s albums in 07 and 09. So, yeah, grab The Evening Star and reel it on through autumn in light of vegetable art, rotting teeth, and leaving piles. This music practically begs for the fall.
Things Familiar [Full EP]
Greenwood Sharps is an electronic musician from the UK, somewhere between London and Cambridge. His debut EP, Things Familiar, is a shifting, syncopated ride through a land populated with subtle maraca-in-a-wind-tunnel percussion, laid-back organ riffs, and vocals processed with a light enough hand that you almost don’t notice the chopping and warping.
If you’re a fan of Mount Kimbie, Four Tet, Burial, and/or James Blake, you need to give this guy a listen.
Oh, are we still calling this stuff “post-dubstep” with a straight face? Then yes, this is that.
• Greenwood Sharps: http://greenwoodsharps.com
Here’s a brilliant gem by the elusive L.A. art-folk savant and former Sun Araw member Queen Victoria, released in the final batch of tapes from criterion Stunned label (along with albums from such underground heavyweights as M. Geddes Gengras, Warm Climate, and Pimmon). The distant, mystical acoustic arrangements on The Present Tense constitute a considerable addition to Nick Malkin’s sparse discography, and his outside-of-time, knowing vocals – carrying more gravitas than ever – are certain to enrapture every listener. One hundred and eleven of these precious items were set free on Monday, and as of this very moment copies are still available. As Stunned signs off and more tape labels burst forth, I am hopeful that the slack will be picked up and QV will find a fitting home for the next release, which I’m already anticipating. Also look out for Nick as a Warhol screen test model in this recent Peaking Lights video and on tour in L.A. Vampires band.
• Stunned: http://stunnedrecords.blogspot.com/
Pimples in 3-D CS [preview]
Using sunn 0))), Umberto, or (dread) witch house as examples of what “horror” sounds like these days is too Sheen. So, like, omniscient-ambiance, knife-sharp synths, and *screw-screw-chops* are fly and all, but it’s becoming commonplace, no? For nostalgia’s sake, try creating a mental mashup of all your unplay-tested NES games, VHS-taped commercials, and loops of PBS science videos. Now, like, anachronistically think back to missing out on those sounds when you were little: waiting in the car for hours, being abandoned at parks, sitting in school detention. Pimples in 3-D creates a totally perplexed tease-horror soundtrack to your life being skewered by everything you hated during the pre-digital age. Let 2011 soak in. The shit we got now (a.k.a. the cell phone I’m listening to this clip on because of a power outage) is “what’s up,” and if you want some straight nostalgia-horror, Howe is where it’s at! Yeah-yeah, and check out all his other stuff through the link below. He was also honored as being a part of the last batch of tapes before El Tule turned SEO.