lost in a sea of sound

A cool breeze blows under overcast sky ushering in the darkening hours of night. Flames flicker and wave from the fire burning close. Warmth and light becoming a companion for the cold and unseen surrounding world. An Echo Across The Lake is like the fire, so natural in it's essence, providing a nostalgic sense of security in the infinite expanse. Sounds within hanging suspended, gently dancing with bright energy. The sonic current emanating like the coals in the fire, glowing in indescribable hues of orange and red.  Oxherding adds a new composition to a growing handful of full length releases. An Echo Across The Lake contains two side long tracks finding aural boundaries in just under thirty minutes. Fitz Hartwig the sole force behind Oxherding has maintained a beautiful focus of creativity. Vibrant drone that lifts the spirit, sonic details sparkling in radiant patterns similar to rays of sunlight through tree filled canopies. An Echo Across The Lake is of highest definition an

Ready yourselves for a lengthy submergence in thick mediums warm tranquility. Anarchist Mountains has found rest with Tokyo, Japan's Alien Garage label. The result is a gorgeous composition titled A Balkan Spacewalk. Brothers Jordan & Stefan Christoff steadily building on their Anarchist Mountain's project with a full hand of releases. This one is super limited in cassette form with an edition run of only thirty five.  A Balkan Spacewalk contains seven tracks coming in around forty five minutes in length. A heavy in the cassette world with an atmosphere that equals. But, the sounds themselves are not as dense. The beauty of this composition is the float tank like complete saturation, with an ethereal solacing warmth. The acoustic guitar helps find a root filled nostalgic center. Field recordings and synthesizer create the distant and beautiful aurora borealis of difficult to reach nirvana. These sonic approaches combined together ooze healing energy for the spirit. The plea

The transition from carrying the burdens of the day to stepping outside the patterns we follow is a desired movement for all of us. We are caught in currents from wake till sleep, beautiful details of the world blurring to become irrelevant. Then something happens.... a ray of sunlight reflects in a sparkle on the water, a breeze pushes leaves and branches with a graceful uplift, a full moon creates magnificent shadows from passing cumulus clouds or music becomes focused and the melodies of Rob Collier settle in.  Moving Backwards is the title to this gorgeous composition by Rob Collier. Five tracks of solo piano playing with all respect to the movement of time in nature. Rob's internal rhythms are like the crystallization of water or it's counter action of slowly melting away. Follow an autumn leaf on a journey down a wooded tributary, it moves in the most peaceful chaotic motion, rest in pools and then finds a flowing path to venture on. Like the piano pieces Rob Collier play

The business conference has been long. Thoughts of sitting through another day of motivational lectures based on epiphanies of life is tedious to think about. Fortunately this is the last day and we will be graced by the presence of the company's CEO. Are the rumors of his time living with a hunting and gathering tribe on the African continent true? Supposedly he excelled at ritualistic drumming and gathered celebrity status in the local trade villages. It will be good to hear a talk on business practices from a more worldly and wider point of view than the "yes" people ladder climbers as well as the "been there, done that" speakers. Wow, on lunch recess now and wanted to reflect on the first hour of the CEO's state of the company talk. Everything delivered by a dreamy and authoritative voice, like a soothing father figure. Interesting how he seemed to ever so slightly bob back and forth while talking, like he was listening to secret rhythms in his head. Als

Long lengths of aural expanses fueled by experience and wise creativity. We listen floating on rafts in the ocean. The artist controlling sonic space. Dreamy stars above as tranquil rocking motion soothes concerns, blistering heat baking skin and mind, and hellish swells arriving unseen in the night expanse. Jeff Surak throws listeners and life rafts overboard. The sounds he shares are intense transitions in ambient beauty. The first side of Eris I Dysnomia is one long piece titled Parasite Lost. An incredible diversity of aural landscapes held tightly in check. Jeff Surak provides restful warmth, mind frazzling single tones and subtle mysteries for imaginations to ponder. The flip of the cassette introduces shorter selections paced with erosive forces of nature. Jeff Surak creating micro environments where sounds create individual worlds to get lost in. The longest of the four tracks on this side, “Asphalt Muzak” is the overshadowing example. A drip of a faucet echoing

There are rhythms pulsating in the density of existence. Most of the time the world is moving in rapid chaos, only ears to the ground or keen sensory individuals can hear these foundational sonic waves. A massive current of droning energy, electrons moving through solid mass like a swarm of ants. When listeners tap in, the discovery fills imaginations with evolutionary familiarity. These sounds are part of us and have been all around, once again Manure Movers of of America can help us tune in.   Already Dead Tapes and Records has worked to release the third album for Manure Movers of of America. Titled Solid Waste, these selections have complete congruence with both Cassette Tape #2 and Cut The Shit, both earlier releases also brought to ears by Already Dead Tapes and Records. There is a difference with Solid Waste though, the harsh noise dial has been turned down just a bit while the raw electronic drone knob has been increased. A love song titled, "Fell in Love at the Tractor Pu

In the depths of consciousness thoughts trudge through the mires of sorrows and joys. Like on land, each step saturated with water, each step an effort to move forward. This intertwining of physical mediums creates an environment of time slowed movement. Details of the surrounding world become sharply visible, beauty uniquely attuned. Through this saturated soil, minds are focused towards paths of tedious steps to tranquility. The journey to grow love and compassion having difficult steps through spongy ground. This journey lasts a lifetime and always surfaces in the moments we spend alone. Enter the sounds from Adam Pacione. Gorgeously long selections balanced with perfect amounts of hopefulness and despair. An odyssey for the nexus of thoughts finding the magnificence in the tangles we move through.   In 2009, Adam Pacione had a run of recordings titled the "Still Life" series, available on 3in CDRs and offered through subscription on his label Bee Eater Recordings . The se

There is something special in these selections from Matt Robidoux. Sparkling sounds beating with a rhythmic vibrancy then traversing aural spectrums to the droning lull of gentle waves making final landfall. Resting within this composition is the wisdom in understanding how the thresholds of uncharted creativity can be too much for a listening world. These sounds are brought back from the reaches of conscious exploration, then meticulously polished for an appreciative audience to enjoy. When listening to  Matt Robidoux, we can hear the distant places his mind grasps, his honing skills making it possible for efforts to become cherished passages in the world of music we all explore.   Like a raft ride on the river, at dust has a myriad of unique moments. Thankfully the most turbulent this composition gets is a class two, no guide needed. Matt Robidoux helms a big raft though, his talented friends all contributing to the incredible smoothness each pivot is made. The selections on at dust

The sky slightly changes hue from dark to the farthest shade of grey. Morning awakens in the most gentle rise, an attribute only attune with the rotation of the planet. The grey shade lightens and becomes stained with deep orange hues. Then eventually a ray of lights pierces down, illuminating an infinitesimal feature on the surface. Compared with the brightened area degrees forward in longitude, the is just beginning. Water vapor heats and becomes invisible while shadows of early dawn diminish. Radiating energy helps the world below synchronize and fall in place. The days events have begun to turn like an infinite amount of sprockets rotating together. This description is how The Clarity of Dawn plays throughout. A slowly warming build promoting happiness, introspection, mystery and tranquility. From the opening track, "Black Coffee and the News", Raphi Gottesman captures feelings and escorts them on the most pleasant sonic journey. Each selection a small movement in time, l

The turn of a circular control, like a knob or ring slowly dialing into the zone of finely tuned. Our lives are like this, we adjust input and output to obtain balanced beauty. A brief state that once reached, the fleeting moment flutters, defying gravity to casualy move away and be pursued again. On this new composition titled A Dream Favors Incompleteness, another German Army massive output, the moment of fine tuned clarity has been most pleasantly procured. We listen to these tracks and feel a completeness, a balance of German Army sounds that delight and satisfy the path of prolific periods creating familiarity and comfort.    A Dream Favors Incompleteness holds twenty eight tracks across two cassettes and ninety five minutes of time. The use of dream in the title is a good description of where this composition rests. Phantasms of civilization's tribal beginnings, growth and refinement then disintegration into fertilizer for the process to repeat. There is patience and space in