Tabs Out: Laser Focus #3
Tabs Out is an all-cassette podcast that’s been documenting the prolific tape underground with joyful obsession and humorous expertise since 2012. Tiny Mix Tapes has teamed with Tabs Out for a show called Laser Focus, in which tape aficionados/fetishists Mike Haley, Dave Doyen, and Joe B hone in on a specific label or artist. Check out the archive here.
Can I be real with you? I mean really real for a second. In the ever-expanding universe of cassette labels, Orange Milk is the best thing going. Their visual work is staggering, an homage to 80s video game artwork and 90s virtual reality landscapes. Their artist roster is the most unique and exciting out there, packed with names you’ve never heard before creating sounds you’ve never heard before. The execution of bringing those together makes for mind-boggling cassettes.
We talked with Seth Graham and (ex-TMTer) Keith Rankin, the dudes behind the label, about how things got started and where they are going. We also talked about their duo Cream Juice and what they like and hate about experimental music. And poop. We talked a lot about poop.
And, of course, we played some tapes:
- Cream Juice - Man Feelings
- Developer / Quilt split
- Ventla - Smuggled
- Jerry Paper - International Man Of Misery
- Homeowner - Themes From 172
- Foodman - Shokuhin
Seth Graham and Keith Rankin on Skype
Cover art for upcoming EQ Why cassette
Cover art for upcoming Seth Graham / Flower Man split
Orange Milk HQ
Cream Juice live at Orange Milk showcase
Così e Così
Another year. Another premiere. Yet, this is some fresh stuff in the works here from Così e Così. Self Exit is “the transition from a past life to new/no life.” As ghost merges with the torments of aura, being becomes stuck between ascension and the real world. Hollow ground and the dimensional pulsate echos of wailing through time and space and sound becomes that of purgatory. The meeting of noise and melody. The perception of past and the future, together.
Like holding out your hand and grasping for rope too far to reach. Looking over, and seeing the man smiling, pouring clear liquid from a bagged bottle into a to-go coffee cup. Falling asleep in a city ATM nook and waking up a few bucks richer in the morning. That “Happy Holiday’s” sign upside-down, skyline peaking out from behind it, and the silhouette of two people shaded by night. It’s the new year that rips the Self Exit out of all.
Così e Così got at me during the annual transition of numbers. Super nice dude. I imagine this won’t be the last we’ll be hearing from him. Also, Self Exit features a bit from Diamond Terrifier’s 2012 Kill the Self That Wants to Kill Yourself. Stream the full flavor of Self Exit by Così e Così below:
• Così e Così: https://cosiecosi.bandcamp.com
Super Saiyan Vol. 1
eeEEEeeee [in my Sicko Mobb Auto-Tune’d shriek]! From them dreadheaded prettyboyz out West in the Chi, Lil Trav and Lil Ceno, a.k.a. the imitable Sicko Mobb, comes an unexpected bestowal of a blessing for This New Year of 2014 — Hark! Super Saiyan Vol. 1, a Forgiato-skreechin’, Robin Jeans-sportin’, Kemo-walkin’ journey through the Molly-booted bubblegum of Chicago’s bop underground.
You’ve maybe already heard Sicko’s early YouTube buzzers like “Hoes Be Goin’,” “Remy Rick,” or “Fiesta,” with their endlessly cyclical melodies and footwork-fast BPMs, but the end of 2013 saw Trav and Ceno transforming into full-blown visionaries, setting a new standard for rap-sung insanity on the Lil Durk-featuring “Maserati” and pushing their poignant melodicism into irresponsible levels of gorgeousness on the Mudd Gang-produced “Remember Me.”
The point: even if you don’t like hip-hop, especially if you don’t care for drill, or, if you like music, tune in with Sicko Mobb, like, right now. K?
• Sicko Mobb: http://www.audiomack.com/artist/sicko-mobb-10
Tea-stained with a dirty cream finish, these machines were once the gatekeepers of a world that represented our eminent future. They once filled us with assurance and ambition as users standing on the precipice of a panoramic unknown, a customized, digital eden. In a new world, their circuitry has been left to rot, their shells shipped to an updated purgatory en masse, where system buses and motherboards are unplugged, rewired, and reconnected. McLuhan’s global village has been raised to the ground and programmed anew. It forms a different kind of Vista, one where the soul is hardwired to an operating system that refuses to upgrade. But postcards tailored from old packaging present an auspicious landscape, where the corners are crumpled and frayed and there is still promise; there is still a beautiful life to be had within this decay.
• Computer Decay: https://computer-gaze.bandcamp.com
Kicking off 2014 is a little reminder from the age-old TMT favorite Sun Araw. Recorded from Sun Araw Band X’s Euro tour last spring, Live ROMA roars with lingerers and slimmers. Including a DOPE-ASS collab between DEEP MAGIC and DRACULA LEWIS. Stream directly below:
Also, scope they’s tour zine here, maybe by The Prophet Alisa Lyudinshina.
However, looking back one last time at our Top 50 of 2013, I figured I’d dish out a bit of goofball judgement. So, to flagrantly rip off Flavorwire, and without further ado, I bring to you: “Know thy digital self via stereotyping you by your favorite Tiny Mix Tapes album:”
• Paisley Parks - Бｈ○§†: Lurkers who have no problem relentlessly and absentmindedly trolling through text communication.
• Grouper - The Man Who Died In His Boat: Saps too lazy to find something else that sounds exactly like Dragging A Dead Deer Up A Hill.
• Death Grips - Government Plates: Conspiracy theorists who believe that playing all the Death Grips albums simultaneously reveals deeper meaning to our government’s secrets.
• Jenny Hval - Innocence Is Kinky: Transcendentalists looking for them 1990 lyrics and vocal rhythms; looking, but not touching.
• Chief Keef - Almighty So: Internet big-wigs who talk with their hands behind the computer screen while nobody can see, but still get their point across.
• Ahnnu - World Music: That chill-ass homebo[d]y who do work on the outsider forums and blogs, but ain’t always around, so you know they live outside in the world, on occasion.
• Colin Stetson - New History Warfare Vol. 3: To See More Light: Those who secretly LOVE Justin Vernon, but don’t publicly download or share shit by him out of embarrassment.
• Wolf Eyes - No Answer: Lower Floors: Folks who remember the internet being a skeptical and muck-ridden playground of wormholes.
• Lee Noble - Ruiner: Faux-techies who get super bummed out about building a computer o listen to Lee as their victory music after putting it all together.
• Nmesh - Nu.Wav Hallucinations: Emulator players who listen to the lag between game OSTs and hours of recorded VHS to digital late-80s MTV programming.
• Matana Roberts - COIN COIN Chapter Two: Mississippi Moonchile: Writers who can convey their text as though they’re actually talking through the monitor.
• Bill Callahan - Dream River: Finger lickers who take a long time to type anything.
• Danny Brown - Old: Going from the club to the streets, “you know you ALWAYS on ya touch screen, yo!”
• Inga Copeland - Higher Powers: This is the person who aggregates a lot of presence and sensibilities in the digital world, but remains virtually nonexistent.
• James Blake - Overgrown: Keeping a presence through social networking is the only way people know this person emotionally feels empty.
• Dirty Beachs - Drifters/Love Is The Devil: Travelers who only hold friends online and contact them while flying overseas, jetlagged, and hallucinatingly shaving, maybe.
• DJ Rashad - Double Cup: Texters who wear soft socks and are obsessed with slick-cleaning their apartment floors.
• Dean Blunt - Stone Island: Perfectionists who can capitalize on word-limited text boxes by getting directly to the point. @400?
• The Knife - Shaking the Habitual: 18/ghost-maybe/middle stall
• James Ferraro - NYC, HELL 3:00 AM: Those so burnt out on bohem art-shows in Bed Stuy yogi centers they started literally LOLing in Auto-Tune IRL.
• The Body - Christs, Redeemers: Guntoting misanthropes pretending to be tough while hanging out in yuppiefried providence.
• Lucrecia Dalt - Syzygy: Transgressionally-driven, avatar-wielding pornographists interested in whatever, just let the sex-line drop and get on with the show.
• D/P/I - Fresh Roses: That gorilla-terrorist software hardwired beneath the Astoria high-line singling wi-fi hacks into minds across the five boroughs transmitting from Eagle Rock, Los Angeles.
• Laurel Halo - Chance Of Rain: People who only call Laurel by her first name, even if she doesn’t remember their first name.
• Sean McCann - Music for Private Ensemble: Sound-collage recorders who use their favorite freely downloaded production software to remember the last wedding they attended and captured via cellphone mic.
• Beyoncé - Beyoncé: You type sexy as hell. You wi-fi like ya own the net. You distract rumors about everything in your life by releasing an unannounced album.
• Forest Swords - Engravings: Forum assassins who slice into topics without remorse and continue to come out swinging.
• Arca - &&&&&: Listeners who denied having heard Yeezus or even FKA Twigs for pretentious particular reasons.
• 18+ - MIXTAP3: Literal junkies logging into chat rooms looking to get off while pretending to be the opposite sex, inevitably with someone doing the exact same thing.
• Graham Lambkin / Jason Lescalleet - Photographs: You will not find these people on the internet; these listeners are out in the real world doing things.
• Autre Ne Veut - Anxiety: Karafun.com goers who sing with their laptops in the closet to early Salt-N-Pepa tracks, but should really be hitting up the karaoke joint two blocks away with four new potential pals.
• Kanye West - Yeezus: You know who you are…
• Pharamkon - Abandon: Eh, no big deal, right? Just download some music, listen to it real loud, and then BOOM: therapy. Let’s get a bottle of water.
• Julia Holter - Loud City Song: The processor light flickering inside each one of our computers that holds the key to our every bit of digital life.
• Oneohtrix Point Never - R Plus Seven: See preset #4.
Since Geneva Jacuzzi tells us she’s never celebrated Christmas before, it may be true that last Christmas she didn’t give us her heart. But this year, during “Another X-MAS,” to save us from tears, the princess of lo-fi synthpop gifted us – even or perhaps especially the naughty ones – with her Kate-Bush-goes-minimal-wave antics applied to holiday paranoia:
“I don’t know why, but I became obsessed with this temporary X-mas tree lot across the street from my building. I think it’s a front for some other sort of ‘shady’ operation. Or maybe I’ve been having emotional problems.”
If you thought Dali’s cards were the avant-garde’st Christmas thing, you better think again, and be prepared for a side of earworms. But what was that under the tree? Santa Claus will make you happy (in your pants) with a toy on Christmas Day!
• Geneva Jacuzzi: http://www.genevajacuzzi.com