Savage Cult // German Army - s/t

In the vast expanse of time, beating rhythms have bean buried beneath the surge of civilizations. Forgotten energy, like the heartbeat of countless spirits in physical form, both existing perpetually past the coils of mortality. Here, on this split cassette by Savage Cult and German Army, recently unearthed sounds play with strength, weaving their way deep into consciousnesses. From ceremonial pathways, along tribal beats, mysterious melodies connect past and future. Our listening part of the unyielding process, thoughts flicker like the flames from which we were formed.

The first side contains five lengthy tracks from Savage Cult, a project stemming from France's Théo Verdiere. These melodies, a dormant geothermal up welling, raw  in essence, wise in delivery. Sounds of pageantry from left behind people and eroded places. Occupying both tribal circles and the high courts of old. Savage Cult is rich in the outward vectors of ancient shadows, dark streaks across the already dim lig…

Atletas - Cedros Tanhang

Looking past the water's surface, the sunlight diminishes as the depth increases. There, far down below is an outline of melodies, curious and engaging like the framework of a wooden ship's hull. The wind breathes across the water, everything wavers and becomes distorted, full illumination held back as surface area increases. Slowly the melodies reappear again in true guise, briefly being absorbed as they were originally composed. Cedros Tanhang holds these properties. Sweet, beautiful, and melodic, beneath a loop, vocal sample and rumble, all a further evolution of the sound.

This is the project of Atletas (Mario Cascardo) and Babe, Terror (Claudio Szynkier), a lengthy nine track composition titled Cedros Tanhang. Offerings that take thoughts in all directions. A carefree and tranquil complexity of talent. Simple elegant rhythms, meticulously flowing like a current below layers of energetic thought. Mario and Claudio, figures above the rhythms, pop, ambient, glitch, samba, ps…

navel - ambient 2, in space

Emotions and color, each evening the sky silently pulling its orange prismatic blanket over the land. Emotions and air, a humid night mutating to a dry and crispy cool morning. Emotions and sound, drowning ambience laced with acoustic guitar melodies, all senses being nudged together. The glow of burnt orange across the sky, majestically being ferried by the sounds of Navel. The genie's smoke lifting above the hot espresso on this fantastic transition of the day.

Navel's Ambient 2, In Space, is a heavy sonic mist, touching consciousnesses and tranquilizing thoughts.  The lengthy first track, "turn round your telescope and walk" is a balanced beast. Like a long-distance view from the ocean shore, the infinite horizon fueling the continuing array of crashing waves. The journey begins or ends from this point. Naval creating the theme for an aural landscape filled with interest and exploration. A most patient and beautiful opening leaving listeners in a weightless float …

Ezra Buchla / Todd Rush / Jacob Sunderlin - Four Rhizomes

Lost in the melodies of the world. Creativity from the consciousness, sounds from countless years of evolution. Four Rhizomes dances the light and heavy. Front porch pickings, diving into the bottomless depths of beguiling drone. The diversity is massive, but the feel of the composition is extremely acute. These are sounds provoking thought, like the twisted elbows of a live oak, the branch finally making settlement on the ground. This is the only way to support the massive weight a century of growth procures. The mysterious parts of Four Rhizomes... weight filled sonic experiments connected to listeners by age old acoustic sounds, all extending from old weathered mountains to time rich far away continents.

The three musicians working on this project are Ezra Buchla, Todd Rush and Jacob Sunderlin. They have laid down four lengthy tracks in total. The beginning track "under the evening moon the snail is stripped to the waist", plays trough field recordings, Appalachian raga,…

trikorder23 - much time no horse

Niko Lazarakopoulos is back with the Trikorder23 project. Over three years ago BLUMSTER made it's way through Lost in a Sea of Sound. This was a very limited vinyl release on Cosmic Winnetou, the newest release titled Much Time No Horse on Cosmic Winnetou is as well. There were a few guests musicians for one track on BLUMSTER, but this time Niko has added Trikorder 23 Clubmembers all the way through. This group includes Christoph Szeteli , Joachim Henn, Klemens Rack (on the first record), Michael Herm, Roland Wendling. Not sure if everyone is from Stuttgart, but the composition was recorded there.

Rhythms working their way through the sonic thicket. Guitar notes gently pushing the raw cadence, percussion is the revolving engine. These sounds begin with a bump and a clash, like the mechanism had a few rusty sticky spots when it began to move. Slowly the motion becomes powerfully fluid. Musicians working seamlessly together, creating a meditative meeting of like minded artists. Thou…

Frood Of The Loop - s/t

The long curve of tire tracks across a wet field, droplets of water bent in a pattern across the grain. Unnoticeable without the change in atmosphere, but clearly observable as the sun's rays slice through the fast moving clouds. Frood Of The Loop embraces these properties. A sonic disruption deep in the conscious. As the mind is rinsed of prevailing thoughts, the once invisible melodies can be heard. They are raw, wholesome offerings of perturbed beauty. The tire tracks surface again, this time in short distance behind the cart making them. The gruff operator says, "No, take away those thoughts you think". His directive making note of the lack of connection between earnest emotion and sonic beauty. Music must be planned and calculated, troubled and tranquil can not coexist. What you hear is only in your imagination. Instructions follow to stop listening in such a cognitive manner and move on.... But Frood Of The Loop clearly displays this duality.    

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Günter Schlienz - The Icelandic Tapes

The hum of motors, low, deep, determined to ferry those who control them. A radar sounding with a single note as the line crosses the blip. The location pinpointed for future connection, a removed  place of new solitude, mystic beauty.

Waves breaking gently where the land holds back the sea. Here peacefulness is facilitated by natural tranquility. The fanfare of past lives, past ceremonies, past civilizations, echoing in the consciousness for a brief moment, then new notes emerge. Creativity growing like wild vines, using unique methods in the battle against gravity. This special place holding a value of sentiment mixed with evolved and eroded beauty. Notes becoming passages, all finding ground as The Icelandic Tapes.

Moving water as a medium. The body resonating within the encompassing world. Molecules vibrate at infinite frequencies, stationary to a hasty blur, the resulting notes rise and fall. Somehow this process sounds old. Like a vintage movie image of a flying saucer, lifting …