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PAQ - Hyphae

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Take the long ride. Time for daydreams and slippery grooves. Is it wicked dub or humid ambient swampyness? On this long ride, all sounds caress the mind. The beginning has hooks, burrowing in the ears in the most pleasant manner. A prismatic rhythm follows, where sounds from distant islands reach across decades of forgotten time. And in this expanse, the roots of bass and drums have fostered giant trees. Melodies from perched birds sing in beautiful concord from the foundations they rest on.   Hyphae has connections across a wide flow of energy. Genres swirl like eddies drifting apart only to collide again. We dance on these circular footprints, as the world moves in casual cadence of passing celestial features. The most beautiful aspect of sounds from PAQ is the subtle delivery. Worn grooves of cultured generations to the ambient expanse of time and space, focus shifts in unnoticeable changes. Hyphae is a compositional masterpiece fueling arrays of feelings will all wish to enjoy. Tha

Rambutan - Parallel Systems

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Friday the 13th brings a weight with it. An ominous undertow of sick feelings lying beneath the current of the day. The augmentation of this state rest in so many experiences throughout the conscious wake. On this Friday the 13th, Rambutan's Parallel Systems was playing through the car stereo while driving on highway 28 in North Carolina. Fontana Dam Visitor Center was closed and empty due to the long list of COVID park shut downs of more than a year in duration. The dam's spillways were shut creating empty tunnels descending into the earth. Only trickles of water heard from each, while another selection on Parallel Systems blares from the car. I am sure it was System 4 with Gayle Brogan, Andrew Paine, Mike Watt, Kevin McCarvel, Chris Robert and Eric Hardiman. Their selection pushing on the thresholds just a little bit more, a post catastrophic world empty of the energy of people.    Parallel Systems was not intended to drive us past what we are comfortable with. From this mass

Bob Bellerue - Radioactive Desire

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We dig into the earth with well designed machines powered by tremendous might. We dig into minds with sonic frequencies wavering to the conscious construct of energy creating them. Both terrestrial excavation and aural infiltration are not explosions moving massive amounts of earth or thoughts, they are finitely precise. Like an archeologist, Bob Bellerue patiently removes the sediment our minds collect. A lattice work of metal strings hovering above a newly awakened state. A droning pool of energy hums below, pulling at dream that will eventually find us.  Radioactive Desire is massive intensity delivered in a mammoth composition. A sonic landscape filled in extremes, from classical strings of the violin to industrial creations of unknown origin. From the dense presence of the opening selection "The Longest Year", Bob Bellerue warms the mind with a symphonic tune up. Many of the sounds to follow coming together for a first conditioning of the mind. Our thresholds are limbere

Q///Q - cooper do​-​nuts and the city of night

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Have we all said thank you to Peter Kris and Norm Heston? Thank you for the second in a row, historical mind opening lesson with music as a medium. Following last years Vanguard Youth composition is Cooper Do​-Nuts and the City of Night. Both the history of Cooper Do-Nuts and John Rechy's novel City of Night were unknown to me. But listening to Q///Q while reading history have become a new found significance. Q///Q newest composition touches on the turmoil the Los Angles LGBT community endured during the 50's and 60's.    Q///Q takes vintage rhythms and beats from our sonic industrial past and rewrites them with a creative new beauty. This mirrors well with the topics Q///Q chooses to center around. Like the hash industrial clamor of the early eighties pushing the threshold of most everyone, the LGBT community faced the obtuse thought of the people around them. But unlike industrial music where people could choose to not listen, individual's paths of love and life were

taylorshit.net - Mango Coconut Habanero

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Connected conscious, a relative thought many times unconsidered when listening to music. A duo or band lives and breathes these connections every time they work together. In the description of taylorshit.net, they multiply connected conscious by thirty two. Close to three dozen members living spaced out across the country and working on one composition from their remote locations. Now they have made a new tie with thirty two plus. Another part of the collective, not helping to create music, but hopefully bringing more minds into an awareness state.   The first descriptive note i read about taylorshit.net was from their bandcamp bio, mentioning being known for playing at the International Noise Conference in Miami. In talks with a good friend in Hollywood, Florida, this music gathering has been in discussion many times before. I have always thought this is the Mecca for the most loudest and harsh noise. Mango Coconut Habanero makes this thought an idea to completely reconsider. Expectat

Wiggly - If I give you a cherry, the least you could do is spit the pit back into my bowl so's I can suck on it later, and you don't have to poke me in the eye with the stem

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Waking to Wiggly, early morning dream songs we wish to continue but the alarm has stopped them. Fortunately they are recorded and can be heard again. Going to start with the fourth track "Guttertune", a gluey melody reaching back to the civil war, then re-written by Kris Kristofferson and finally coming to fruition on this composition. And this is the shortest selection on the cassette... Where to begin a description after this? Wiggly is a mystery. Beginning with any reference to who's project this is and finishing with lovely flowing current of sounds to deep for any genre fishing nets to bring up.   The title of this cassette is something to talk about, but i don't want to go into some tangent making frivolous connections.  It is funny title and other than this being the longest title ever posted on this site, that is all that will be said. The eight tracks composing this release have a beautiful congruence. From "Bunnyrabbit" kicking off with electric gu

Maraton - s/t

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A sonic swarm of birds settling in tree tops. The cacophonous din of squawking slowly becoming more and more synchronous. After the weight of this aural adjustment finds solace in a rooted position, the world above begins a rhythmic dance of blissful clarity. The orchestra quiets as a storm rumbles through, ambience of the land always the the thick blanket thrown on when it wants. Sleeping music awakes to warming rays of energy. The melodies follow the moods of the day, morning vitality, afternoon laziness and evening creativity. The canopy of sounds takes flight in random adjustments, leaving sonic focal points to continue their ritualistic calls.    Maraton is star like radiance filtered by clouds and trees. A harmonic natural beauty with tethers in flora, fauna and the cosmos. Four musicians, Christian Haase, Maria Dybbroe, Lasse Sonne and Jonathan Ludvigsen, using synthesizers, horns, piano and percussion. Each selection tempered with creative wisdom, less being all that is require

michael slyne - slyne four ( if it shines in the dark , it shines in the light)

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When the harmonic oddities become warm and desired, someone is in full control and making beautiful music. Slyne Four is a magical testament to this, eccentric passages blooming like alien flora on old and sinuous live oak branches. The roots of Michael Slyne disappearing deep into simple gorgeous melodies, played on piano or guitar, what holds harmony up. Many songs are sung from the rocking chair on the front porch, concerns left for another day, we are mesmerized now into the moment.  Slyne Four throws a lot at the listener, a tennis ball with a few sonic burs. Fortunately its an underhand toss and if you get a bur stuck in your thoughts,  Michael Slyne is sure to console and help remove it. Of the nine selections on IV, four are around five minutes long, plus or minus a little. These lengthier selections all have the melodic bones in them, but Michael Slyne is skilled enough to add melody to just about everything. For example, the two minute track "alice krishna" takes pi

HAHN - Handed All He Needs

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Deep in a frequency groove, surfing the sonic walls like a snowboarder in a half pipe. HAHN creates an aural landscape of immense distorted features. Blistering heat in the form of droning static, piercing crags of voice and tumultuous electronics. Handed All He Needs is an ominous composition, evoking feelings of the walls closing in or civilization burning in a super nova. But we listen and soar to the crest, diving back down, using this energy wave to carry our conscious.   Handed All He Needs has stalwart framework in the world of post industrial sound. HAHN's offerings have moved far past places where sonic creations needed the tethers of rhythms and beats. On this cassette, forty one minute tracks flow seamlessly as one. Submersion into maximum warping of sonic possibilities from the world we share. HAHN is N.E. Hertzberg from New Jersey. His prolific body of work can be found on the Total Frequency bandcamp page . Released on Zazen Tapes out of Buffalo, New York in a extreme

Yngel / Greta Eacott - Alun / Stuck

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Water slowly moving down a glass window pane. The trail it leaves is a complex amalgamation of almost infinite factors, but in this moment gravity pulls heavy as the main cause. Another droplet finds rest on the translucent surface to begin the journey downwards. The window, a porthole separating two worlds, pillowy streaks of water adding physical connection between both venues. This thought holds true for both sides of this shimmering split between Yngel and Greta Eacott. Like sonic paint strokes on glass, sounds gently weave themselves between the corporal and the spiritual. Consciousness perfectly straddling energies existence with the ethereal gorgeousness of strings and percussion.   Both Yngel and Greta Eacott create vibrant aural landscapes filled with the timeless patience of erosive forces. Alun is the title of the composition by Yngel, an artist that has been described by Lost in a Sea of Sound in the past ( 2020 Yngel - II and 2019 teguh permana & yngel ). On their new

XUXWXUX -XuXwXuX

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Oh my goodness... XUXWXUX crushes the sonic spectrum causing brainwaves to recede behind their six millimeter thick skulls. A few thoughts tried to escape and focus on something, they were never seen again. Crawling to the key board and steadying descriptive note, these words are mustered through a waterfall of sound being directed downward. The dizzying roar so constant and fluid, a world adding new virtue with each listen.     The opening track "Public Universal Friend" digs full force into an aural world of dense sonic plasma, being blanketed across the landscape. Crushing percussion directing the affair, like a conductor in front of an orchestra. Do not get lulled by the opening of the second track "Honey I Bigged the Planet", the beginning is only a mirage of what seems comfortable ground. XuXwXuX quickly carves sound again in a methodical motion of meat on the slicer in the deli. This debut has a Boredoms (think Pop Tatari, 1992) kind of flare minus the funk a

Beat Up - Satisfied?

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Beat Up must love punk music, their new composition titled Satisfied? takes everything cherished from decades past and delivers masterfully crafted songs. Four musicians blasting tunes out it perfectly controlled explosions of energy, Nathan Flogamocker on guitar and vocals, Dave Harrison more guitar, Matt Alston the bass and Peter James McCarron the drummer. The kicker is the song writing. Following cue from the title Satisfied with a question mark, the subject matter contained within the composition questions how satisfied are we within the world we live? Nathan sings "You expect me to be Satisfied?, there is no justice for those who died". This lyric goes pretty much straight to the point of the feeling of many of the tracks on the album. "Keep you eyes averted from this national disgrace, because marshals walk among us to keep us in our place", those two lines are from just the title track. Wow... There could be a lot of analyzing and comparing Satisfied? to ban