Like many artists concentrating their efforts on noise and drone, Haptic are an enigmatic bunch. And also similar to others in the field, they’re a prolific bunch as well. However, I’m not sure others could boast such varied instrumentation:
A-Bitrman, Acousticon hearing aid, A-E2, air conditioner, bass drum, baoding balls, bows (cello and violin), cassette recorders, contact microphones, crotales, cymbals, DS-1, EHX-2880, e-bow, electric fan, electric bass, fabric, floor tom, found home recordings, FX42-B, GE-7, guitars, harmonica, hurdy gurdy, laptop computer, lapsteel, leaf, location recordings, marbles, metronome, ME-50, MF-105M, MX802A, open circuits, oscillator, paper (various weights), parade drum (bass), pianos (baby grand, concert grand, Rhodes), portable CD players, PS-5, radio, record player, recorder telephone pickups, RV-3, sand, sewing machine, snare drum, sparklers, strobe light, tone chimes, tuning forks, wineglass, wire brush, wooden clothespin
Now, I have as much knowledge of the intricate sounds of an “Acousticon hearing aid” as the next person, yet each item on the list seems to have its own cameo in Haptic’s tenth release, coordinated by Entr’acte and FSS. The result is a phenomenally complex and arid drone sound that is constantly and subtly changing. What begins as an ambiguous, warm chord mutates into what sounds like the vents of a deserted office block (something like these guys) before wailing sine waves and other screaming pitches kick in. As an anagram of silence, the title of the record hopes to portray the way sound and silence are never created, but merely reordered into new forms. So, for me, it’s hats off to the air conditioner, which I’m quite sure is the star player after having been arranged to create this disturbing and fascinating soundscape.
Lush [album trailer]
Culture Dealer got they’s video vibe going good, here representing Ferrari Jackson as the greatest soft drink commercial 1989 had to offer. They bringing that sexy-cool liquid, with a splash of cherry juice and tingles of antifreeze outweighing flavored vodka. I bought the cassette last night. These jams will be my farewell to summertime. It’s been gone awhile, but Ferrari Jackson will make the send-off official. Also, Lush is definitely a step forward for all them VHS/nostalgic/tape-dust reelers flavoring the cassette scene for[like]ever. Lush is the area between seasonal change and people not really paying any attention. Outer Limits Records should re:open only to house Ferrari Jackson’s future discography. Or, at least get Not Not Fun or 100% Silk to dig it for a minute. You can dig it now via Culture Dealer. I don’t think it’s been out too long, but neither has the label. So bust that C20 open in the islands of Waikikiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.
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Bedroom clubbing hub Boiler Room has just posted this laid back number from Brooklyn producer KRTS. It sounds like a more upbeat take on the brilliant Airhead and his out of sync, disorientating bass music. Yet instead of prompting a lot of weeping into empty Red Stripe cans, KRTS manages to speak the sweet language of soul thanks to muted vocals that provide some simply sumptuous harmony. It sounds to me as if the protagonist in the song is not particularly keen for whoever she is addressing to let go, but that’s as much as I can establish from the vocals. Nevertheless, having one phrase repeated again and again (and again) is a wonderful dance music institution, and may it remain that way.
The Skull Defekts
So, I suppose what you’re listening to is a sample. Sez herr, @me/my_face, that the A-side of the new The Skull Defekts 12-inch EP 2013-3012 (out November 8) features three new tracks “recorded during their US tour earlier this year,” and their “B-side presents those songs played in reverse and reverse-cut.” Thus, I’ve finally come across a sample I like. It’s seemingly exclusive; like a D[igital]-sides. But, maybe total reversal is the answer to time travel. Errr, though I’d rather just time travel in one song rather than flipping a 12-inch.
It even sounds like the dude is reverse repeating “they’re delicious.” So maybe eating children is the answer to time travel. Why don’t we live in that kind of culture? Who said eating your young ain’t moral? Is that what really separates us from the insect kingdom? I’m going to eat a bunch of kids, time travel to the future during, like, “Reign of Mantis,” and check that shit for a minute. They’ll say something in “Mantis Talk” (future language), kill me, and travel back to 12/20/2012, and shit’ll get ruined. But, yo, The Skull Defekts’ 12-inch EP 2013-3012 will be out long enough for you to get your A-side/edis-B on.
“Don’t Want Me Still”
Remember the 5th of November! Not only is it the celebration of (the capture of) Catholic Anarchist fanatic Guy Fawkes and Bank Transfer Day, but it’s also the release date of Pagan folk acolyte King Dude’s first full-length Love on DAIS! That’s three things worth happening. Seriously, put an X on your calendar. You can buy a record, then put on a cool mask, and then walk into a bank. Do it!
This short song is caked, perhaps unnecessarily, in reverb, but T.J. Cowgill’s incredible voice still holds its shape. It’s appropriate, given his affinity for occult imagery, that he was gifted with a truly supernatural singing voice. If his EPs on Bathetic and Clan Destine Records are any indication, you’re in for some heavy acoustic strumming and nonstop eerie ambiance. Like Capt. Don Van Vliet said, “your guitar is a divining rod.” Love is up for pre-order right now and will definitely be the soundtrack to all my effigy-burning parties.