Goldrush Music Festival
2013 Companion Cassette [Side A]
For the good, nothing ever changes. Maybe that’s not true. But having bought tickets already for Denver’s Goldrush Music Festival — a fest by our very own Strauss that features the likes of Noveller, Rene Hell, Lee Noble, MV & EE, and many, many more — you’re now left in a cloud of baited anticipation. Walking ‘round work with ‘em sticking out ya shirt pocket, and you sippin’ coffee, winkin’ at the window’s reflection, and thinking about all the out-there sounds you about to explore September 27 and 28.
Quickly, you check your phone for recording applications to bootleg some sick live jammers, but remember, in addition to a festival zine, you get a free Goldrush Festival 2013 Companion Cassette from Planted Tapes at the door with a purchase of a 2-day pass! Yo, but it’s edition of 300… if only 295 people go to Goldrush, what’ll they do with the rest of em? Look, imaginary voice in my head, that text is now ONLINE and IN ITALICS (so this makes me crazy, right?), which means there is no need to worry: Planted Tapes is selling ‘em on their site for those who can’t make it out. In fact, peeps unable to attend can pre-order they’s tapes NOW, which deliver October 1!
Anyhoot, Side A of the Goldrush Festival 2013 Companion Cassette is available for streaming below, so enjoy until Side B is out next FriFri:
[00:00] Noveller - “Completing the Cube Ambient”
[02:20] Scammers - “Planet Earth”
[06:04] mole people - “Bloodletting”
[08:45] Hideous Men - “Gray Eyes”
[12:31] Lee Noble - “Woman in the Dunes”
[15:30] Comfort Link - “Threading the Brown Snake”
[22:40] Thollem Electric’s Keyngdrum Overdrive feat. Heather Treadway - “eight”
[27:16] M. Sage - “Expedition Blues Ascender”
[30:26] Derek Rogers - “Live at Los Globos, 8/6/2013 (excerpt)”
[37:03] Paw Paw - “Lost Dream”
And it’s only at night you become entirely restless because of the punishing thick heat. Chances are you dreaming of that being again. Standing there with an aura of hallucination encapsulating a pulsed mirage around legs and arms, shoulders, neck and head. Trying to understand what you’re looking at and why. Giving yourself reason to squirm and stain your sheets a hit of sweat yellow. Waterbed motions. Wakes of wonder. A perspiration immersed in shakes and shamans. Quills of natural mystery poke at your dream function. D/P/I infiltrates your psyche. “FRUSTRATION” has more than set in and is trickling into a mind’s eye that has yet blinked/opened.
You still reading/watching? Alex Gray as D/P/I birthed a new CD entitled Fresh Roses on his label Deep Tapes yesterday, the follow-up to Espresso Digital. Where the fuck were you? GRIP ASAP for MAX sleep-loss delite! Worth the trip.
• D/P/I: http://chanceimag.es
Wholesale lot. Baby shoes and LOLs. Slamming as hard as you can twist it. Nights are cheaper immersed in water. Fishing for something final or sedentary might blow the whole operation. Like mud in the basement during a flood: if you stir it frequently enough, it won’t build up and linger longer than you’d like. Like. Like Jeff in Paris. Breaking nine lives on a gorilla’s back. Your only protection is a sharded bottle.
‘Cause it’s all about that young honesty. Take it everywhere with two hands tied to two feet, and they’re all of different people. Growing up around women. You become a woman. What’s a woman? Slow point. Modest make-believe. A dangling rope out a high-rise window. Calls at the office. Calls on your desk phone. Stripped to staples and scraps of paper. Babies and cracked skulls. Danny post-cancer. Lifting 150 lbs. Next-day delivery. Shoes ain’t cheap. Struggle, child.
Monument of Decay
If Sutekh Hexen continues their (1) A: [quest] B: [onslaught] C: [ritualistic crawl] through the (2) A: [noise] B: [black metal] C: [avant-garde] underground at this pace, they stand to build a legacy of restless experimentalism along the lines of (3) A: [Ulver] B: [Coil] C: [sunn 0)))]. Since 2010, the evolving Bay Area project has issued a stream of (4) A: [tapes] B: [discs] C: [baroque limited edition packages] documenting the aural and visual aesthetics of Kevin Gan Yuen, A.C. Way, and their collaborators. In less capable hands, such a busy release schedule runs the risk of diluting a catalog, but the SH camp remains consistent in their (5) A: [evisceration tactics] B: [rigorous studio documentation] C: [TONES] to the point that every burst of new or reissued material warrants deep listening.
Monument of Decay, the project’s fourth object of 2013, comprises four five-minute tracks, each of which twists and mangles signifiers of any number of “extreme musics” into a compressed narrative arc. On the screen in front of you, my adjective-laden description of the band’s (6) A: [guttural demonic howling] B: [overwhelming bass frequencies] C: [blown-out tremolo-picked guitar] can kinda hint at the intensity of this experience. In real life, with the stereo cranked and all infants or skittish adults either carted off wholesale or politely asked to consider leaving the room, shit gets serious. Prepare yourself for the (7) A: [widescreen terror] B: [dark ambient meditation] C: [shred] about to reach you in the stream below:
Monument of Decay ships this month in limited 12-inch pressings via Black Horizons and a lavish two-cassette edition (23 of which come with “two vials containing human blood and bone dust”) via Beläten.
Diary of a Trap God
In case you haven’t been following Radric “Gucci Mane” Davis’ career lately (shame on you, seriously), allow me catch you up to speed. Within weeks of releasing a three-part mixtape chock-full of 1017 Bricksquad features, the artist briefly known as Guwop publicly disbanded his crew via Twitter, then used the social networking platform to launch a two-day tirade targeting not only his past associates, but also basically everybody in the world. A war ensued — a world war, one might say. (Read: Gucci claimed to have had sex with a bunch of famous pop stars and in turn was told he needed to go to rehab.) Unfortunately, Gucci’s Twitter account did not survive the melee. However, with its dying breaths, the rapper-cum-actor managed to…
“Claim his account had been hacked?”
“Apologize for his rant?”
“Describe Nicki Minaj’s plastic posterior one last time?”
“Well, what then?!”
He announced the release of yet another mixtape, this one titled Diary of a Trap God. That’s right: Gucci Mane isn’t just a mane. Gucci is God (how’s that for a t-shirt?!) and he kept a diary (so who needs Twitter anyway?!).
• Gucci Mane: 1
• Terrorism: 0
“Pretend to be a Cop” / “‘96 Galant”
Fuck it, cut the cord. I got a copy of Battle of Los Angeles from my friend in seventh grade. But I was already obsessed with “Guerrilla Radio" because of THPS2. Man, that school skate park is the greatest level in video game history! Turn that shit up. ‘Cause it’s Torn Hawk with a new release via Beer On The Rug called FIST. From Rage’y guitar samples to future-funk frankensteins, Torn Hawk produces elaborate yet concise, familiar yet alien soundage on sample FIST tracks “Pretend to be a Cop” and “‘96 Galant.” You can hear these tracks from the record below, but gotta purchase it to get the full experience. Lights out.