Pick Your Own Poison
Everybody’s getting younger and it’s incredibly annoying. This guy’s 20, this guy’s 18, and this guy’s 15, which is just insulting. Nevertheless, Soulection have found more precocious talent for the pile with their 21st release. Waldo is 20 and proves his versatility over an eclectic buncha beats courtesy of Sango. From the man himself:
Honestly, Pick Your Own Poison is about finding your lane in life. Whether if the lane you choose to pursue is right or wrong it’s still the poison you chose. It’s also about my life and the poison I chose.
$PL▲$H ¢LUB 7
“CHROME_DREAMS” [post-vapor demo]
Walking away, shelling well gambled wampum in your wallet, you switch out cassettes and nod to the disintegrating tape-recorded version of Usher’s “OMG.” The parking lot is dark, and the reel continues rotting as you pass newer cars, so ticks and tings flicker in and out of the music and magnet. Looking at that honey photo taken earlier, your sweatpants get a little tighter, and a speckled row of cell phone screen lights linger past the corner you just came from behind. Turning down Usher’s stretched voice enhances your hearing: shuffling feet surrounding you and echoing, distant smooth jazz matching electronic dings from the flea-market casino. A silhouette of a man approaches and snags the photo out your hand. “It’s her. It’s her I was righ— fuuhahahuuck,” he says, spits, and points at your brow, “Ya done.” Running across cars becomes the best escape route, and the sound of flattening metal and alarms drives gamblers from their games. One of the cell phones chasing you nabs your ankle, and hitting your head on a car’s hood has you seeing pockets of dark matter. Out of spite for their stepped-on cars, gamblers are cheering on the gang taking shots at your gut while holding you down, and a few cheerers approach and slug a few too. The police arrive. You see this in a bright migraine light, and there’s a lot of handcuff clicking. They stand you up dripping, but you still thick, oh-me.
• $PL▲$H ¢LUB 7: http://soundcloud.com/splash-club-7
Rewound Grooves [excerpts]
If you see Jüppala Kääpiö’s Rewound Grooves and don’t want a copy immediately, then you are an utter fool, and the 123 of us who do manage to get our greasy mitts on this beauty will be laughing in your bedraggled face while wearing the CD’s accompanying mask. I can’t wait for the day of Krampus, interchangeably referred to as the 5th of December, when this wonderful chunk of occult-tinged drone is released.
• Jüppala Kääpiö: http://www.omnimemento.com/juppalakaapio/index.html
• Omnimemento: http://www.omnimemento.com
Dive Hard Trilogy
Joao Costa Gonçalves, the man who brought you Mediafired and Sofa Pits, returns with his latest addition to The Exhalers enterprise. The Dive Hard trilogy is based on an animal personification concept illustrated sonically through the experiences of a dolphin, which may or may not have something to do with the amount of time this diligent artist spends underwater. According to Gonçalves, the sea is a most fitting environment to explore these themes because of its impossible density and inscrutable expanse, which crystallizes the perfect setting for his most recent efforts; a delightful catalogue of boundless musical lucidity crushed by ambient echo, Delphinidae clicks, and Casio keys.
November was a busy period for The Exhalers, who supported Former Selves, Lace Bows and Branches on the Iberian leg of their European tour at the beginning of the month. The Dive Hard trilogy has since sold out on Exo Tapes in physical form, but was recently uploaded on the project’s SoundCloud.
Have a listen to Part Two in the trilogy below, and keep your ear to the (ocean)floor with plenty more soon to follow from Exo Tapes.
“End Ordovician” [excerpt]
Now THIS is what I call creative vision. Behind Kraken Mare (Adam Harris, owner of Retrograde Tapes)’s new 30-minute cassette tape Iapetus Ocean on Skell LLC is a world of mystery. Now, I heard the pre-pre production of a track or two off this, and it was NOT the same sound. There was much more fuzz, and I wasn’t into it. But “End Ordovician” is so crisp in sight and personal journey for the listener that’s it’s impossible to not envision something dramatic: Sounds created from what emerges as the world within mountains. Echoing insects never seen by the human eye but heard by ear. Coelenterata-like creatures softly caressing the sides and walls and cracks within, brushing tails against brine and sharp fragile and breaking rocks and minerals. As the cover art suggests, I personally see a slow blight from the dingy depths of darkness to murky sullen light at the top. Reaching toward the cloud floor. It’s all in effect. And Skell Recodings released Iapetus Ocean on the first of this month, so… WHAT ARE YOU STILL READING THIS FOR???