The championship banners from the old schoolhouse of Scopitones have been shredded by the blade of a pre-programmed vintage beat.
The players are cloaked and their backs are turned away from the camera. They are walking away from the bandstand, heading towards the old bath room, under the old dark chocolate orange lighting.
The players are generating schoolhouse blues with width of seismic chords traveling out from amps. The amps are tumbling down steel stairs - followed by planks of wood. At the foot of the stairs, the planks land hard and split then spit out termite fossils - the etymology of entomology.
It makes for a puzzling Scopitone. The players are too far down the hall, behind digital distortion and shrieks, to provide any explicit action. The eyes try to follow the path of the small moving dark spots down the hall behind a twittering signal, but the score ends before composition. A strange taste of vintage filed down on the edges and volumized.
Pat Modugno – of Ohio’s lil bugged-out noise trio MothCock – is entering the room as Khaki Blazer, so shut the fuck up and let a boiii stunt on them beats for a minute. And as he takes the first step, the fellah just flailin’ ALL the Kicks. Save your “Oos” and “Ahhs” for Pat Sajak and his fake baldness. Shit, and y’all though D/P/I and Bootleg Tapes ripped up the post-beat scene game: NAH!!! There are sounds here that both fuck boys and heavy packin’ Gs can front on lyrically. Right now, drop your work and lay out a verse to one of these. Can’t on the spot? Better grip that Internet, Age of Information 5w4gg3r7 by naming your own price for digitals that can accompany you during that FUCKING commute; make the walking distance filled with Kicks. Who knows, it’s possible you could find that Khaki Blazer you always wanted.
Think of Kicks more like the time you found Pat Modugno modeling a khaki suit at the local thrift store. You all, “Yo, Pat. It’s me Clifford. I know you ain’t known me ever before, but…” and he like Shhh in a non-threatening but determined artist Shhh. Then you make it to the music isle and someone, probz the man in the Khaki Blazer, put a BUNCH of C90 dubs of Kicks in the bin, so you stock up and get popping on a few reelers ASAP.
• Khaki Blazer: https://khakiblazer.bandcamp.com
“Faust (Dominant Mix)”
Full screen, full volume, right now, you and you:
Well, that’s one way to get your industrial techno: No frills, no stereo, no dynamics. Just
Boom. Pow. Boom. Pow. Boom. Pow. Boom. Pow. Boom. Pow. Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. On. Your. Damn. Skull. ‘Til. You. Can’t. See. Straight. Now. Now. Now. Now. Right. Now. Right. Boom. Pow. Boom. Pow.
Pointed to this track and its subsequent tape release for the Neuromodulations label by the fine Tachyons+ VHS surveillance video manipulation you can find below, courtesy of Bleu Nuit Video’s Rob Feulner, who blew me away last year with his incredible video-synth-opera “Faces of Emmanuelle.”
• Neuromodulations: http://neuromodulate.tumblr.com
“Oh, C Monster is great because he can listen to EVERTHING.” Wrong! I’ve never been great at doing anything, EVER. Read the past thousand posts I’ve done in Chocolate Grinder. HINT: It ain’t “GREAT.”
In addition to my non-greatness, I can also not listen to EVERYTHING, because they still making commercials with music. Know when people say, “That’s too commercial for my taste?” Well, aside from a visual entity of this statement, it exactly works for music.
Think about the last four commercials you watched, but specifically remember the music atop these visuals. Try listing the similarities these songs all have. No continue until you die and avoid listening to this music by choice.
That is, unless you’re interested in a lil bit of the hold hyperbole, and in that case, ZOOM LENS has found the multiple layered commercial soundtrack of your dreams: DJ Obake’s “Voyager.” In “Voyager,” DJ Obake has found everything you find in commercials, or “What is so COMMERCIAL about music?” and triplicated and triplicated and triplicated these antiquated tracks into something beyond next level, but a variety of levels of music. Just layers caked into each other streaming left to right to right to up to down to left to up to right, down, left, up.
ZOOM LENS just popped of DJ Obake’s H last week, which includes “Voyager,” streaming below:
Tabs Out: Laser Focus #8
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.
If you are a fan of experimental tape labels or experimental sounds in general, then chances are you won’t need much of an introduction to Digitalis and its founder Brad Rose. The long-enduring label has been a linchpin around these parts for over a decade, releasing some of the most dazzling LPs, CDs, and cassettes by a wide array of artists, from Pulse Emitter and Jerry Paper to Tom Carter and Keith Fullerton Whitman, and back again. With his history of releasing a massive amount of magnetic tape upon the world and writing about them for both FACT and his now-defunct Foxy D site (which has since been spun off into Decoder), it’s safe to say that Brad Rose is a champion of the format. So it just made sense for us to give him a call to talk about his label, beer, and poop (a.k.a. The Trinity).
- Giant Claw “Tunnel Mind”
- William Selman “Chaîne Opératoire”
- Transfixed Movement “Stagnant Progressions”
- Analog Concept “Air Rings Vol. 2”
- Ant’lrd & Gardener split
- Joshua Davison “Return To The Origin Of The Cosmos”
Digitalis founder Brad Rose
Cover art for Brad Rose’s novella, “The Solatarium”