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Cryptozoologist - Flying Saucer Cereal

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The rumble of sounds from the past lingers. Each day we are saturated with new and even precursors to future new. A daunting flow catching thought in the onslaught of digital sonic transfer. What we have heard before, the feelings we associated these sounds with, sinks deep into obscurity. The creation of music follows these parameters. A burst of creative energy recorded in the moment, a time period where the conscious pours freely. Then distractions, the pitcher set down, evaporation, and finally nothing. The sonic moments saved rest in the open until they are finally put away. Like listening to music, creating music has finite intervals before time buries all.    Cryptozoologist has gone through this process. The sounds on Flying Saucer Cereal are from the past. They have been listened to again and examined on the aural operating table. Certainly these passages were fragments, moments of creative bliss captured then shelved. Now they are unified into two long selections. Cryptozoolo

Fantasma do Cerrado - Mapeamento de Terras a Noroeste de São Paulo de Piratininga

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A leaf falling downward. The rocking motion like a rhythmic lullaby. All is pushed askew as a nomadic eddy of ground swirl shakes the sleeping scene. A waltz of two emotions, serenity and chaos. They dance in our line of sight, they sink deep into the depths of sound, teasing the conscious in different directions. Connecting and disconnecting over a lifetime of wavering seasons. Energy from spring and autumn, lulls from summer and winter. The echoes of music carry over as saturated bliss spills into the quiet void. Like a vintage wooden merry-go-round, the vivid reality of its fantastic presence coupled with timeless tunes, laughter and most likely tears. Mapeamento de Terras a Noroeste de São Paulo de Piratininga builds accord from disjointed places in time. Life moments sparkling like embers rising up from a fire, collected and harmoniously arranged in exquisite fanfare. This composition gently blows me away. The selections are delivered in ethereal lightness while the

Ypsmael + Eloine - Lost Teeth

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The room waits. Furniture covered in plastic, vinyl carpet runners contoured in every walk able route. There is a silence, a deep unused hush passing through years then decades. A clock chimes with a repeated sequence and each sonic vibration causing the room to shudder with sprawling arrays of ragged fissures. There is more. A prolonged quietness interrupted to reveal the sonic disturbance it's nestled over. Plastic and vinyl exhaling previous years of life, coffee stains, pet hair, dirty feet, physical properties boiling beneath the smooth exterior. There was life, motion and commotion, built over years of use. Covered now to create a facade of pristine sonic restfulness. This energy is restless. External vibrations slowly decaying the protective shell. A vase falls and breaks, stale water spilling out across the slick surface, the room gently roars with a complex menagerie of aural wonder. The door opens and a gentle older man enters, drying up the water and removing the glass.

Andreas Brandal - Not A Triangle

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 A symphony exploded. Fragmented sound pieces travel outwards in unconnected paths. What was once experienced in focused accord has been uniquely transformed. A string, horn or chime heard in obtuse angles. Single moments of tone have been stretched into new form then compacted into sonic glitches. These individual aural galaxies push outward, some crossing paths creating static pressure. Others traveling peacefully without interference, lulling new ears with contemplative question on their origins.    Not A Triangle defies easy description. Eight tracks so rich with timbre and consideration, listening is like hearing a three dimensional laser scan. Thoughts move around these sonic peaks and valleys, becoming wise to the clarity and depth the smallest tones holds. Andreas Brandal has perfected the mysteriously beautiful. Harmonies resting on the other side, so close their breath warms the consciousness. When we loose this connection, Not A Triangle becomes distant and alien. But with e

Asher & Jordan - Foliage

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Tranquil melt energetic gooeyness. Excuse the last attempt at a real word, because it is not. But i really enjoy something so cohesive that it is gooey. Foliage is the sticky icky ambient, the place or sound you want to hear or be for the afternoon sun shadows. Elongated thoughts, a pool of cool and crisp water only lasting a second until full immersion is actualized. Then we float. A thick medium of sonic refreshment, don't stray from the Florida analogies, just listen to the sounds. It's freakin' hot this summer, Foliage is the gorgeous lush growth creating a magnificent shade for percolating thoughts.     I am not the person writing to sell you something. I am simply a person connecting with my personal moments and those of the artists being absorbed. If it does not work in the moment i am in, and is still paramount for description, then another passage of time is completely deserved. There is nothing wrong with this, actually adjusting to the complexities of creativity

Summer Dresses - In Bed Early

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Recorded live ten years ago, Summer Dresses sending hauntingly disordered rhythms from the past. But "In Bed Early" is not an old release... brand new in June of 2022, brought forth by Already Dead Tapes and Records. Guitar, bass and drums circling in a slow melodic cadence. A maelstrom of sound on it's own with the addition of perilous spinning eddies of electric sinew. Three selection bound together in one event. Aural raw truths from New Brunswick, New Jersey. A show filled with the heaviest beats and rhythms, standing against time and preference as intense sonic pathways of the most beautiful accord.     As mentioned, released by Already Dead Tapes and Records in an edition of one hundred. This is part of the June 2022 Cassette Release Bundle. The companion release is by Coach Campa Trio, titled "Aggressively Unfriendly". In the quickest blink, there are only two bundles remaining for June and only four "In Bed Early" tapes left.          In Bed E

Matt Shoemaker - Brengenging Sala

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How to even begin and write a description for Brengenging Sala? Listening takes thoughts to the edge of focused reality then pulls away like a swimmer in a  massive undercurrent on the oceans edge. Then in this growing emptiness, as the shoreline recedes to become a new horizon, consciousness floats suspended in a world of Matt Shoemaker's creativity. A intriguing feeling of forlorn aural landscape, not sad but beautifully unfamiliar. A sonic wanderer hearing deep into the blur of distant tones. The vacuity is tremendous. Minds are poised drifting on undertones, connected like umbilical cords reaching back to a world of hence importance. All of this spawning thoughts of creation and termination, markers for the spirit passing through the physical realm? Or assessed values for limited understanding?   Thank you Matt Shoemaker, for creating the medium to explore. Providing a sonic conduit for the consciousness. Tonal passages allowing microcosmic energy and the weight of the cosmos t

Concrete Colored Paint - This Valley of Segmentation

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Lonely orbits of celestial bodies through the solar system produce pristine sonic emptiness. The majority of existence rests beyond human grasp. Quantifying Sedna's elongated elliptical orbit for example, an estimated 11,408 years to circle around the sun. Currently Sedna's orbit is it's closest to the sun, with a last visitation dating back to civilizations first settlements. This was the beginning of the more temperate Holocene period, a warm welcome for the dwarf planets most recent visit. Picturing this orbital journey in thoughts, a blissful emptiness briefly interrupted by gigantic planetary bodies and the burning gravitational pull of a star. Beautiful long awaited noise, a symphony of immersion in a fraction of existence.   This Valley of Segmentation compels the mind to imagine greater expanses. Time and distance are gorgeously brought into aural existence by Concrete Colored Paint. Physical realities beyond our fathomable abilities are patiently curated in over fo

Meadow Argus - Peristera

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In which direction do thoughts merge with melodies and sounds? Is it repeating cycles of broken resonations creating lullyby like measures, or is it the undercurrent of darker formidable tones? On this composition titled Peristera by Meadow Argus, listeners are treated to both simultaneously. Conscious tenuously balances in the center, traversing broken melodic cracks in the sidewalk and peering into the fathomless depths of potency below.    Peristera is a forty minute composition with two side long tracks. An energy rest within these passages. Listeners hear vintage effervescence from the clinks of champagne glasses an the final unwinding of the dying Victrola. But, deep within the shadows of the accompanying black and white photography holds ethereal beclouded drones of something else. A darkness of grief portrayed in analog undercurrents of hidden inner sound. This is the juxtaposition Meadow Argus invokes. Like Anubis holding the scale, Meadow Argus creates the measure for thought

Storm Ross - The Meridian

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Snap, out of ambient music and the surrounding world. The Meridian blast off, full kick into depth and rhythm, then entering the mesosphere. It is here we find the true beauty, the momentum of the first track now falling back through the atmosphere as "Isolation One" and "Isolation Two" speed into space. The velocity is constant, just the burn to propel thoughts with all instruments in fury has subsided. Every selection on The Meridian is beautifully composed and played, to the point there is an underlying profoundness that escapes these simple words. A vibrantly energetic diapason beckoning to loose yourself within. I have and it is fantastic.  Storm Ross with a fourth release on Already Dead Tapes and Records. This composition includes Yuma Uesaka playing the tenor saxophone, Jonathan Edwards on bass and the powerful percussionist Jeremy Edwards on drums. Of course Storm Ross on guitars and everything else. As mentioned, the opening track "And the Band Came i

Tuluum Shimmering - A Distant Moon

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Pulled from memories, melodies turn like the gears within a watch. Recognizable tones and instruments turning and different rates. Slow droning sweeps of larger sprockets adjacent to smaller rapidly spinning wheels. Our listening senses blur as one sound becomes crystallized and detailed. This mesmerizing last only briefly until the focus becomes wider and the entire orchestra becomes vivid again. The long sustains of tones begin to saturate beginnings. Unhurried build ups of instruments over rhythms have given way to a more free sonic wave. Huge swells of heavy molecules supporting surfers gliding across their faces. A dance of earth's greatest forces and electronic painters across the water.    A Distant Moon is another massive body of work from Tuluum Shimmering. Actually this composition is held within just two compact discs rather than many of Tuluum Shimmering's four compact disc releases. There are three tracks on A Distant Moon. "A Pale Crescent Shining Above the D

Peter Kris - No Vision

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Wheels turn in a western direction. Wooden spokes on a wagon or the grooved steel of a train, both crossing the vast expanse for fabled green utopia. Open space across sizable distances, nothing changes for hours then days. Long periods filled with a cadence of sounds from the flat spot shuttering on each turn by the wheel of the cart or gaps in the rails echoing click clack with the passing weight of each iron disc. No Vision holds these rhythms. Guitar in tone and pace with travel across and endless west. Mountains, desert and horizons held frozen in time less changes from day to night. Transcendental harmonies with a backdrop so tremendous, the warmth from the guitar keeps us close.    Peter Kris harbors energy. An attribute made more fantastic by endurance. No Vision is tremendous, twenty two tracks of slow thirsty deep thought, campfires reaching up to their counterparts filling the starlit skies and most of all movement. The rhythm of motion portrayed by Peter Kris' boomy gui