TELEPHONE [album stream]
Until recently, the choice of medium for physical album releases was likely made based on equal parts technology and demographic. Many reasons have been given for declining CD sales. And I’m not talking about the large-scale decline, like, say, Best Buy or Amazon sales. I’m referring to merch tables at basement shows. When was the last time you saw a CD there? So, a lot of people are releasing tapes now for no other reason then because they sell. But occasionally you may come across a band (or entire label) putting their music to tape as a conscious, aesthetic choice, not at all based on available technology, funds, or demographic, as if the music couldn’t exist properly in any other medium. Listening to the Bandcamp stream doesn’t even feel right.
Tapes decay. Or tapes, decay. It’s like a short list of tags or an entire statement for Montgomery Word’s new album, TELEPHONE. Made up of 16 tracks of beats sounding pulled from what’s left of a variety of decaying electronics, the album is like shaking the last few drops of wine from the bottle before you toss it in the recycling bin. And the tape itself serves as the physical representation of the album, rather than just the chosen medium to sell it.
I imagine Madlib remixing what’s left of the decimated soundscapes of Tim Hecker’s Ravedeath, 1972. Or maybe “It’s tha Disintegration Loop Diggah!”
Listen to all 16 tracks below, and pre-order the tape over at the Montgomery Word bandcamp page.
• Montgomery Word: http://montgomeryword.bandcamp.com
“See The World Given To A One Love Entity - Part 1”
Meanwhile, the passenger:
“Yo, Greg. This UFO book is the nasty right now. Like, I ain’t never been too into reading in the truck like this and on the job, but… Greg, your eyes… GREG? You didn’t just take all that… well, just keep it toge- yo; if we take the park, it’ll be more traffic, and we ain’t got that luxury. What’s happening? Greg, where you going dude? Get back in the truc- a gong? Shit, dude, don’t eat them berries and leaves, please. That ain’t workers’ comp-style shit, eff-why-eye. Look, it’s Landon. What up, boi? Can’t chat, dude, but we should follow up some point soon. We’ll call it part 2, maybe. Greg, where’d you get them sticky metal skin things? Did you find those? Who are you waving to? Stop trying to pass off that cardboard square; nobody is there and, no, I don’t want it. Look, ima finish this delivery right quick and cover your ass as you ‘See The World Given To A One Love Entity,’ and I’ll be back for Part 2. Really dig the energy, as always.”
Rangda is a supergroup, and I hate using that word, because usually it makes you think of Zwan, or Angels & Airwaves, or some other collective of popular but mediocre musicians that becomes somehow infinitely more amazing when you lock them all in a studio together. But the members of Rangda really are, well, super. You’ve got Richard Bishop, of Sun City Girls fame, shreddin’ it up on guitar. Then there’s Ben Chasny, the mastermind of Six Organs of Admittance and a member of Current 93, also shreddin’ it up on guitar. And to combat the double-guitar whammy, there’s Chris Corsano, legendary improvisational drummer and collaborator with everyone from Thurston Moore to Björk. Together, these three guys play some of the most sophisticated, crunchy psych-rock to be heard by human ears. “Majnun,” a cut off the band’s upcoming sophomore LP, Formerly Extinct, starts out innocently enough with a stop-and-go beat; at the halfway point, however, things get absolutely crazy and explode in a cacophony of noise before switching back again. I don’t know about you, but I’d take this over Asia any day.
Formerly Extinct is available September 18 on Drag City.
If you’re a scarecrow, you probably won’t want to watch this Sic Alps video. I’m sure these boys from San Francisco are very nice — they cajole around in the woods, row boats, and dress up one lucky scarecrow in a stylish denim jacket and a tie-dye t-shirt. They even give him a guitar and a front row seat to a private Sic Alps concert in the woods. But what happens next is an act of inexplicable and incomprehensible violence: pure scarecrow murder. Neither I nor Tiny Mix Tapes condone such acts of cruelty towards our most beloved of agricultural aids, but on the other hand, it’s interesting to see such a smokey, fiery video for such a happy-go-lucky garage tune.
You can download “Glyphs” for free here.
LiL ≏ JaBBA
FrEE LiFE. EP
But it’s your third week in Las Vegas, leaving now would be TKO, and poppin off punches as LiL ≏ JaBBA has won the title. Top floor of the Aria, livin’ that FrEE LiFE.. That TEKLIFE. Thinking of either playing a set for all the city to hear from ya balcony, or just tossing yourself off into the fountain out front, below. It’s lonely in the Maserati, breezing down the strip, clearing the stench, grinding your “OiL.” The sound of the town swells your head and your internal “o.M.s.” chanting (via headphones) helps subside the noise pollution. There’s a new escalator invention in the lobby @”STepS.(i GLiDE)” and when you look over, people are winning puppies and baby rabbits out slot machines. The basement casino feels like it’s underwater, but you restrain yourself from breaking the glass floor of the pool above. Lights flood your room in a blur, and it is packed with your pals, the “RaiDeRs.” Off to another underground club/casino to make the most of Teklife’s extension of play in your FrEE LiFE.