Sleep Museum
“When We Were”

Sorta like the broodingness of SECRET BOYFRIEND, stolen soul of Xiu Xiu, and longing we have for Dylan Ettinger, Sleep Museum comes within earshot of a blended originality that lingers in the mind months after just a hit of “When We Were.” But this demon of transitional shapes, colors, and shadows blend – just as well – with the song in a faded and disturbing display of what sleep walking looks like around 4AM when you open your eyes miles from home, and the only thing you have is, wait –your cellphone has piss and blood on it and neither are yours. There’s a steam powered engine in the distance smoke signaling you toward it’s pressuring beat under a sterile florescent light, and you see a dual smoke signal, Sleep Muesum is standing in the shadows crooning you as a siren from the bewilderment of this harsh wake up, instantly easing your tension.

If only “When We Were” really DID refer to that time, it’d put better context to the situation, maybe, but it doesn’t, and that didn’t happen, as you continue wandering the highway with thumb en-route. No destination in mind and SHIT!!! Just slipped on a cassette tape on the wet road and it reads The Vitrine of Blindness which you laugh at the irony when finding Sleep Muesum’s name on the other side, branded by Golden Cloud Tapes. Change route. Let’s go north.

ORDER HERE AND NOW: The Vitrine of Blindness by Sleep Museum from Golden Cloud Tapes, it’s a C(fucking)60(YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!), and will take you upon many adventures. Breath with “When We Were” below in the mean-time:

• Sleep Museum: http://sleepmuseum.bandcamp.com
• Golden Cloud Tapes: http://goldencloudtapes.storenvy.com

Josep Lluis Galiana & Carlos D. Perales

“Ready”

He’d fall asleep in the most unlikely places. And when he did, his breath would pass between his lips, and all night he’d whistle and moan, haunting those unlikely places. They were ghostly, those whistles and moans. That’s how my friend got the nickname “Ghost Whistler.”

Josep Lluis Galiana & Carlos D. Perales, with a bit more sport and lucidity, exhale the same sort of ghost whistle language in their improvisation “Ready.” Their sport is fencing. The two gentlemen take the offensive and fight for the last lunge, and, through their flicks and attacks, work in tandem, finishing each other’s sentences, enhancing and elaborating upon each other’s phrases. When one pauses faintly to catch his great, the other feints and fills the space. A lot of their blade-to-blade and nose-to-nose jockeyship is done at breath level, eerie, but not without a fair share of confident outbursts: herky-jerky spasms and achy-breaky corrosion. The piece is eeriest when the players meet up and align at the high register. The haunted moments.

• Josep Lluis Galiana: http://www.joseplluisgaliana.com
• Carlos D. Perales: http://www.carlosdperales.es
• Clamshell Records: http://www.clamshellrecords.com

Sleep Museum

“When We Were”

Sorta like the broodingness of SECRET BOYFRIEND, stolen soul of Xiu Xiu, and longing we have for Dylan Ettinger, Sleep Museum comes within earshot of a blended originality that lingers in the mind months after just a hit of “When We Were.” But this demon of transitional shapes, colors, and shadows blend – just as well – with the song in a faded and disturbing display of what sleep walking looks like around 4AM when you open your eyes miles from home, and the only thing you have is, wait –your cellphone has piss and blood on it and neither are yours. There’s a steam powered engine in the distance smoke signaling you toward it’s pressuring beat under a sterile florescent light, and you see a dual smoke signal, Sleep Muesum is standing in the shadows crooning you as a siren from the bewilderment of this harsh wake up, instantly easing your tension.

If only “When We Were” really DID refer to that time, it’d put better context to the situation, maybe, but it doesn’t, and that didn’t happen, as you continue wandering the highway with thumb en-route. No destination in mind and SHIT!!! Just slipped on a cassette tape on the wet road and it reads The Vitrine of Blindness which you laugh at the irony when finding Sleep Muesum’s name on the other side, branded by Golden Cloud Tapes. Change route. Let’s go north.

ORDER HERE AND NOW: The Vitrine of Blindness by Sleep Museum from Golden Cloud Tapes, it’s a C(fucking)60(YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!), and will take you upon many adventures. Breath with “When We Were” below in the mean-time:

• Sleep Museum: http://sleepmuseum.bandcamp.com
• Golden Cloud Tapes: http://goldencloudtapes.storenvy.com

ℐ sherri

“Devine”

Somewhere in Missoula, Montana there’s a group of friends making auditory love with one another. To the sound of ℐ Sherri, you make me want to simultaneously cuddle and drive really fast at night.

“Devine” is the tiny umbrella in a chocolate cake you’re eating with your hands, solo acoustic guitar covers of Santana are playing and there’s a general positive outlook on generally sad things entering your blood stream.

Soft Spot, as a whole, is a backseat nestling of those bedroom eyes Autre Ve Neut is always giving and what Meth Dad spits in the shower.

Cheer up, dude.

• ℐ Sherri: http://jsherri.bandcamp.com

Cy Dune

“Rock n Roll”

Rock & roll is dead, dude. Hasn’t anybody told you that? Guess if you’re gonna remain willfully ignorant, then I’ll indulge you fer a bit. ‘Bout to press play…

Oh me, oh my — rock & roll isn’t dead! IT’S ALIVE. Thanks in part to Seth Olinsky (Akron/Family)’s Cy Dune: You got the goods in spades, dear pal. Prescribed witness to self-destruction status, right here. Encouragement of the senses and fuzzy tongue licks. Glow bright, CY-CLONE. Rip through time and place. Repeat and reuse. Go on and get rolled. Salmon getting mauled, falling down concrete beach steps, waking up in puke and bad phone calls. Let the spirits take you.

“Rock n Roll” is off of Cy Dune’s upcoming LP Shake, out on his very own co-founded Lighting Records. Hopefully the time comes when you and I can hear the rest of the record, because my ears are perked, and I can only imagine your ears are too.

• Cy Dune: http://cydunesounds.wordpress.com
• Lightning Records: http://lightningrecords.tumblr.com

LAMPGOD

“PALM LYCIUM”

What the fuck is that noise outside? Oh, it’s LAMPGOD rolling down Evergreen Ave. Mixing en route on a bicycle, backpack speaker, helmet at the ready, and he’s serving up some f-r-e-s-h-n-e-s-s: “TIPS, PLZZ! :D”

There’s an atmosphere that “PALM LYCIUM” reminds me of that’s just around mid-August. Like, to the point all the old ladies know the fishermen by name. Or “pass it down” and the word bogart are familiar phrases on the beach. The same fucking tag is EVERYWHERE, why; WHAT THE FUCK? Everything is the same price. –And LAMPGOD really has this psychedelic nature to mixing that is twitchy in a chiller environment, not too far from your ears and them speakers.

Pick up the phone. LAMPGOD is calling you about some new flavor,”PALM LYCIUM” –

• LAMPGOD: https://soundcloud.com/lampgod

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