Greg Gorlen

Spring Thaw

Obligatory weather commentary:
Oh it’s finally getting warm
Oh can’t wait for backyard BBQ weather
Oh wait now it’s snowing
Oh will this winter ever end
Oh whoa woe whoa woe

NAW DAWGS – the weather is just a figment. When you spend all your time in the basement with your tape decks, distortion pedals, contact mics, etc., the weather doesn’t matter. One man’s thaw is another man’s misery. One man’s freeze is another man’s “pshh.”

Greg Gorlen lives in San Francisco, so you know he DGAF RE: weather. He runs the label Turmeric Magnitudes, and releases music under seemingly infinite monikers (Black Thread and Vibrating Garbage principal among them). His craft astounds me, and his catalog continues to deepen with each new batch. I listen to Gorlen’s music and I hear the logical next step from the tape manipulations of Dilloway or Lescalleet, stretched into new abstracted forms, mangled under railway tracks or drowned in a bucket of tar and mop suds, goaded with clanks and squeals into a disembodied state of freeform chaos.

The new batch of tapes on Turmeric Magnitudes overflows with ideas, noises, hisses, and forward motion. Stream Spring Thaw below and ignore what is happening in the world outside. Order the physical tapes while they last.

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V O L U M Ξ T R I X X [album trailer]

New future-world masterpiece V O L U M Ξ T R I X X reigns time-travel supreme! As we all know, time travel MAY not exist, but what a better medium to find portals than through the internet. Legit, DIY▲PYЯΛMID has left the physical and entered an entirely digital plane. And none of this Transcendence bull either. DIY▲PYЯΛMID has become purity of the next being and will never transmit as “human” again. From here, V O L U M Ξ T R I X X helps the present world establish sight in an entirely system connected sphere that webs out at all angles, permitting no singular voice, but voices into a peak multitude of grids and code.

Thank goodness for Illuminated Paths too. Apparently, they’re the ones expanding the DIY▲PYЯΛMID portal to the public eye in both analog and digital forms. This way, V O L U M Ξ T R I X X can port it’s way to the beach with y’all and naturally warp every drop of water and grain of sand into an algorithm of levity and pureness of mind. Scope the V O L U M Ξ T R I X X album trailer by DIY▲PYЯΛMID above and fry nodes daily by refreshing the Illuminated Paths webpage for more mind expanding opportunities!

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Simara x y a s h a

“hologram summer (album preview)”

Avoiding references to middle school horror films, Simara is a New York producer you should be bumping. His music is oblique and hypnotic, though soothing and reassuring. It’s like walking through a hall of broken mirrors with flowers jutting out of every corner. Warm haze, fleeting eye contact with the unsure. Perusing his SoundCloud page, like any other consumer of music on the internet, will deduce an unavoidable connection to a similarly cryptic, technically avant producer, y a s h a. The two have intertwined and are prepping a collaborative release, Hologram Summer. A three-minute preview mix gives an incredibly enticing look at what’s to come. It’s jumbled and beautiful, drawing from a huge realm of influences to emit an overwhelmingly unique result. Space and time are almost tearing at the seams, emitting a warm glow through the crack. Immanuel Kant rolls over in his grave.

Hologram Summer is out on digital and limited cassette June 1. Stream the “hologram summer (album preview)” below:

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• y a s h a:

Fantasie Fred

420 Fantasie

Here I am outside on my patio furniture, thinking about how I really dug the weather today, setting aside time for old Fantasie Fred and his new 420 Fantasie, and just rippin’ through Sunday’s leftovers, you feel me? Breeze is nice and sounds are at MAX chill. Bodega bought headphones vibrating more than providing sound, but I’m right there with the beat, so nodding is… WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? Instantly, I hear growling a backyard away, it’s from multiple animals, and 420 Fantasie just turned into the soundtrack of a gnarly Monday post-420 stoner/monster filck. The people beside me look out their window in the yard, their faces go from inquisitive to mortified, and shut their blinds. A dry gulp later, you can bet I’m back inside, and on the porch I hear stuff being knocking around.

Anyways, within the safety of things, 420 Fantasie dabbles in some super trippy mixing. With careful-not-so-careful transitioning, it doesn’t matter if you jamming or warping them Twilight Zone vibes, Fantasie Fred is taking you on a journey of blissful mayhem. And what better way for me to post about 420 Fantasie, as it was (brilliantly/typically) released a day after 4-20. Shoot, maybe it was Fantasie Fred in the yard, and faintly hearing his made him get noisy, and excited, and a little lizardy(?). To be honest, all I know about Fantasie Fred is I should “Call him on his telephone.” DUH, right? But I hope you stanked out pre-work today. ‘Cause that 420 Fantasie gonna sneak up on you. Ride the stream below:

UPDATE: this morning it appears whatever was downstairs was in my trash-all-over-the-yard, thanks!

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Zak Mering

GUNKTV Volume 1

check it out, its my best work I have ever done it my life, it def was put this together, and it was only available on VHS and 20 were made but not its on youtube for first time ever with fixed audio! check it out!”

– Zak Mering

Sometimes, when the ol’ WWW isn’t accelerating forward at an impossible pace, it can still manage to reflect aspects of offline life. Take this mysterious video GUNKTV Volume 1 for example. Receiving the e-mail about this one was like buying an unmarked home video from Goodwill. “Hmm. What’s this all about?” Sometimes you take the swing and miss. And sometimes you strike such gold that after two hours of watching frantic VHS cuts (finally re-“streamed” via YouTube, in this case) directly into your psyche, you snap back to reality, lift your jaw back into place, and thank the WWW Gods that Youtube allows retro-genius like this a wider distribution than the original edition of 20 VHS tapes which ended up who-knows-where.

Each of the video’s 107 minutes is so absurdly Chocolate Grinder that I… I can’t even…



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