lost in a sea of sound

Just finished my fourth cup of coffee, now i can write with the frenzied energy that fills New Depression Era Rambler. Between the spoken word, sung poetry and electronic coding interludes, keeping pace with Adam Void's mental process is a challenging task. His sequence of tracks rewrites thoughts if you really listen and throws sonic bombs if you are just feigning attention. New Depression Era Rambler is amazingly congruent. A flowing composition, even though the first listen might cause a bevy of questions without answers.    Well cultured instability or merely a mirror of the life most of live? Listeners will wonder is this all Adam Void in various states and guises, or are these field recordings collected over time and meticulously connected together. This is just the poetic tracks, the electronic brainwashing of Adam Void's sonic turbulence is special unto itself. If we think about a "New Depression Era Rambler", we can assume modern sensibility is a product of p

"An audio fable, This is the story of Blade, a fine crafted handsaw, former soldier of fortune, in the time of the timber wars, who renounced extraction for The Man, before retiring to the solitude of a shack on the plains. This is the story of Blade's return to the forest, where he gave up cutting, to sing a song of regret and seek redemption."   This is the opening preface to the story of Blade's return, a extraordinary composition of music with a story to bind and give purpose. Four parts, each beautifully portrayed in sound and story of the return of a fighter. A entity filled with suspect decisions, glorious triumphs and emotions crossing the spectrum. Part I, The Retrun, is living ambient  forest filled with faint tribal rhythms and swelling vegetation. Both forest and creatures within vibrant and ominous. There is a building anticipation, a stage of sound being set. Listeners invited in to bask in the experience of Part II, Lament. If there is any reason to con

Look above and see the sky. There is an ocean covering the entire planet. We can see various conditions of water vapor, smoke, moving mechanical creatures like aircraft and satellites. When light falls bellow the horizon, stars appear. What we don't see or even hear is the dense configurations of radio and satellite signals. This is how the description of Protenomaly begins. Sounds from the ocean above us. Electronic motion constantly traveling and absent from our perception. We can tune into single frequencies, but what if everything together creates the most unusually magnificent orchestra?   Directives is the project of D. Petri and Protenomaly is an hour long submergence in the opposite direction of down. Eleven tracks filled with fluctuating rhythms and anti-beats. These sounds struggle to extend across the vast atmosphere, and have unique creative abilities to harness distant signals at the end of there energetic projection. Protenomaly is completely mysterious and heavily we

Deep within the aural expanse, music and sound collide. Wind instruments playing in peaceful tranquility, fending of swarms of buzzing insects. Twisted notes bob in the air above orchestral tactfulness, a voice reads instructions for the experience we intake. All things come to rest and then reset to go again. Véhicule takes the realm of what we know and turns it ever so slightly. Now we hear the sophistication of generations of music evolution, but next to this is a pleasantly unfamiliar arrangement of unrecognizable beauty.  Maison​/​Forêt flows with a refreshing current of peaceful tones. With ten tracks in forty minutes of composition, there is plenty of time for pieces to develop. Véhicule takes melodies and draws them in long expanses. They become the canvas for drifting obscurities mutating above like sun drenched cumulus cloud formations. Véhicule also pulls sounds from the melancholy depths. "March" is a good example of a strikingly more somber approach. Rhythms

Clarity in an environment of aural explosiveness. This is a place of found sounds and made sounds. A place where rhythms and beats ignite like old matches and extinguish with no smoke or smell. Listeners are dazed as minds numb in the volume of sonic passing. Are the vignettes within Crooked Doppler assembled as bits and pieces in randomness, or is the construct of a higher order? A question answered by the two artists themselves or pined upon in time by music scholars and noise specialist. Bryan Day is an artist who forges the physical world to make both sound and music. His skills pull from late nights in workshops and push towards stylish art galleries. A consciousness in tune with intriguing details, few people notice the sonic world the way Bryan Day does. Seymour Glass is a magus in a world of sound. Years of turning pages, reading about music, editing others thoughts about sound, and creating aural escapes that push the threshold of what is understood. Both Bryan Day and S

Ripples in the water create a focal point of motion in the still and humid surrounding world. We look to see this disturbance moving, but stationary in the vast expanse of watery shoreline. The dense aural warmth of Teotihuacán is like this description, a heavy press of sonic weight that sometimes shares inviting paths to the inner sanctum. The oscillation from our evolutionary presence, the infinite factors contributing to this, and then the push forward into into the expanse of energy we will all one day go... this is the beauty of Teotihuacán.  Black Tempel Pyrämid is the project of Patrick Pärk. Another facet of his prolific sonic creativity which has developed to include support of the Pärk Family Orchestre. In relation to Patrick's other projects, Black Tempel Pyrämid seems different. Kind of like Robert Rich and Alio Die listened to Kraftwerk's Ralf & Florian album followed by Test Dept.'s A Good Night Out. The pull of ambient into a driven world of rhythm and pe

Betwixt & Between 7 is a split between the nine member group Shovel Dance Collective and the incredible C Joynes from Cambridge, UK. With three songs each per side, this composition takes listeners to the foundations of traditional folk and the edges of modern creativity. As with previous Betwixt and Between releases, we are treated to the deep sentiment of artists exploring sonic heritage and the places their consciousnesses take them.    Shovel Dance Collective starts everything off with the dirge like "My husband's got no courage in him". An absolutely beautiful lament of a women who finds how passion changes with the knowledge of who someone really is. This version is haunting and drones into life's sorrows. The second track picks up tempo resonating with a more traditional approach to "Merrily kissed the Quaker / Johnny's so long at the fair". Shovel Dance Collective's last selection a version of The Foggy Dew. A beuatifully sung and played

Warble and Fuzz bends lines to touch many sonic resting places. A collection of artists from the Drongo Tapes label world, sharing twelve tracks in about an hour of time. From cacophonous explosions of beat driven mayhem to placid tranquility of ambient goo, Warble and Fuzz holds ground across extremes. Looking at the the Warble and Fuzz catalog, a few of the artists have had Drongo Tapes releases after this various artist tape was released.    The most recent is Eniks Cave, with a new full length on the label titled The Holy Holy Noisemakers . Eniks Cave's track on Warble and Fuzz, "Glimmer Grass" is a wonderful warmup to what is held in the full length. Aural radiance using musical instruments in vibrancy.    Another artist with a post released full length that is still available is Archival Image. The track titled "Silver Cross" on this various artist tape is the longest in the lineup. A dreamlike waltz into an other world of alien tongues. The cassette full

We are bathed in the evaporating warmth from cold mechanical depths. Thoughts falling into the recesses of the mind are gently brought back to the radiance of a flickering fire. Charles LaReau has composed an incredible piece in Fluxion. This aural world is the ambient fluid drone subsides in. We listen and hear not the creatures in the ocean, but the ocean itself. As humans, we are products of this environment, a place of affinity for eons of time. Now, in the most tranquilizing manner, these sonic passages play before us in a cathartic rejuvenation. The mind oozing out responsibilities and worries, emptying to the everything and nothingness that are the beginnings.   Fluxion is three tracks over two sides of a cassette. Somewhere around an hour of sounds. I have listened to this tape many times and in many different places. The feeling that always radiates is that of content. These creations by Charles LaReau have everything. The hollowness of running field recordings in what seems l

Sweetness begins the journey. Like Akira Kurosawa's film Dersu Uzala depiction of friendship in Siberia, Chikiss composes a passage to understanding and friendship. Melodies unfold to spread out a world of sublime pageantry. If you have ever been whisked away as a child on the monorail at Disney World, think of the beautiful details soon to be encountered. Crafted for wonder and enjoyment, we open our imaginations leaving foundations of aberrant lifestyles. Something Natural seems perfect as a title, the way this albums plays out is the natural state we all hope to actualize and be part of. With twelve tracks in tow for Something Natural, the composition covers a fluid diverseness of light and murky melodies. A fanfare parades through in casual cadence on the second track titled "Красные вспышки деревьев". This is followed by the longest track “Time Tunnel” establishing a stunning groove for pacifying daydreams. Shorter tracks gather sonic density then diffuse leav

Wobble wobble bellows out of the deep beats. Rhythmic grooves trying to hold melodies in, but Dennis Young re-formats sonic sound systems with new creative palates. Intensity is a wonderful abundant ingredient permeating out of Grey Umbrella. A well crafted composition for everything happening at pace and for all things soon to come. These selections cause bodies to move in the mysteriously crashing rhythms of beautifully controlled and magnificent turbulence.   As the vibrating sonic walls shake with the progression of Grey Umbrella's density, we become fully attuned to the collision of so many genres across time. Fourteen tracks splayed out over a half hour of time, Dennis Young is throwing sonic punches at mesmerizing speed. Images of a clay animation landscape, frame movement in sync as cities are built and the sky blinks from day to night. This musical world then invaded by creatures with askew patterns. Perfect melodies traveling at casual speeds are caught by an armament of

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