lost in a sea of sound

Early in the veiled morning, light still above the planets surface, energy swells with all living features of the land. In this droning dark space, a guitar string is struck, like a whippoorwill calling out from it's hidden place. As the suns radiation acts like a planetary switch, sounds from single strings fade way to rhythms and function. What was resting in an ambient haze, arises and takes complex form. Sleeping melodies slowly awakening to form the dense layers of Creations for Electric Guitar. With around fifteen releases just on bandcamp, Proud Father has been making music for a long time. Compositions range from solo affairs, collaborations, splits and live recordings. Skilled in the art of making sounds in every form, Creations for Electric Guitar takes on two different personas. The first side consists of three tracks, gently building momentum from the dark center of the swirling singularity. The crescendo titled "Creation 2" sounds like a rock and roll angel

Dane Rousay has stepped outside of the normal means of delivering creativity through sound. If an artists could use telepathy as a medium to convey creations, then DIVIDE would be in the vanguard of how sounds might be. With the removal of materialistic constraints, an infinite world of possibilities are easily manifested. The astounding aspect of what Dane is creating, is it's physical quality. Some how breaching into the limitless void, rhythms and anti rhythms tangled like glowing monofilament fishing line. The strength intensified by an asymmetrical web of sonic fluctuations. So, in order to appreciate DIVIDE, turn the volume up.... This composition plays crystal clear. Dane's sustained patterns allow listeners to feel how human these tracks are. "Virulence", and eight minute track and the longest is the best example of this. A controlled fast pace cruise, like driving a hundred and ten miles an hour on a concrete highway. The seams in the road creating a patter

Connecting into the sound continuum is something Peter Kris does extremely well. With so many sounds being recorded, a map would really be needed to follow these paths across continents and the people within. For the project Final Cop, Vern Ore pairs with Peter, together tapping into the sonic stream and delivering Broken Windows. Samples from mysterious sources, beats and rhythms dredged from industrial sludge. Eight tracks transmitting from the global underground radio network of the past, present and future. The messages are not clear, sometimes whispers battling the electronic imperfections. "Tahhahwah Comanche" is the second track and the longest. The spirit of Christina finding conduit to sing her native songs once again. Broken Windows... now the title makes more sense. "Locke Lakota", a tribal hoop dance song keeping pace with the fluidity of generations. Each track holding secrets, a heavy presence of melodies, but their origins obscured by temporal dista

Super Hi-Fi is the best band name i have heard in a long time. Could be anything, all music, all genres for all listeners. Searching Super Hi-Fi on google earth, the normal rotate and zoom in function hung up. Ended up with a triangle shape, a base from New York to Jamaica and two very long legs to Nigeria. Maybe this is the clue for the origin of sound on Blue and White. Ezra Gale is the binding force behind Super Hi-Fi. Utilizing an immense experience from listening and playing music or in short "the love of music", Ezra has no boundaries. For this composition, the talent lined up, creating a massive group effort to nail down twelve tracks. Stemming from Ezra Gale's creative hand, this group of musicians followed focus and built a heavy weight in the multi genre spectrum. A few listens back, Blue and White evoked a comparison that was amusing. Remember the first Bad Brains album in 1982? This composition was on the vanguard of punk and reggae, combining in one slick o

These sounds harbor hidden currents. Swirling motion heard from the surface, massive volumes of energy being pushed in the depths below. Joe Hess and Curt Oren are caught in this maelstrom. They feverishly drum and blow their way towards the edge of the vortex. After efforts are realized as fruitless, Fuck Lungs turns the bow and begins the decent. What was a brutal war against an insurmountable natural force, changes alliances. All fates are the same, the only difference is the length of time it takes to arrive. With this knowledge in application, Honeysuckle grows and blossoms with each listen. Fuck Lungs takes a path in the sonic garden few will be able to follow. Like long thorns protruding at just the right length to pierce the skin, the sounds on this composition have the same ability. Listeners can not just run straight into Honeysuckle, even though it does sound inviting. Each track needs to be delicately handled, allowing the consciousness to follow. After the same path has

Late night beats and electronic manipulation from the musical rich city of Warsaw. Paweł Starzec and Michał Turowski together as MAZUT. A fast paced and driving composition. Acoustical emotions almost completely removed and replaced by the sounds of technology gaining velocity through the decades. Made for future robot cruises through underground tunnels and infinitely congested control hubs. A mechanical grin, achieved long ago by the past technological singularity, harbors thoughts of incongruity in civilizations advances. Like the caveman and discovery of fire, world war I's battle in the air, and early twenty first century man wielding the power within any mobile device. This future intelligence thinks back on the humans who first heard Atlas. A programmed chuckle through synapse is emitted. Thoughts of ancient man in some contorted gyration trying to emulate the advanced rhythm structure. Then the shift to current problematic matters. We sent the MAZUT androids back through

Received a copy of the latest split edition cassette on Whited Sepulchre Records. This time Brianna Kelly on one side and Sympathy Pain filling the other. The combination of these two artist makes a very balanced split release. Both spinning in timeless orbit, the droning nexus binding them to a future of countless cycles. Lost in a listening haze, sometimes it is difficult discerning what side of the tape is playing. Then Brianna's voice drifts through, adding a dimensional portal in this low beat per minute world. Brianna Kelly mixes spirit with the unseen existence. Decaying melodies, somehow making their lengthy sojourn to the current moment. Brianna greets each note with a vocal interweaving of ethereal choir tones and soothing lullabies. Her four tracks meander in the electronic wash, clearing to hear strings being played, then tangling with dense obscurities again. A very subtle beauty, delivered in pace with a heart at rest. Thoughts begin to teeter in the inter space bet

This massive double cassette has a release date of June 1st. Looking at the two artists, Ant’lrd & Benoît Pioulard, pre-release sales could realistically be sold out by the time this description is finished. Currently nestled in on the fourth listen here at Lost in a Sea of Sound, still not sure what words can climb the ladder to describe how far and intense this aural landscape really goes. One thing for certain, listening sometimes is like looking out towards the ocean, watching the swells compact to form waves. Listening is also similar to floating in those swells, in abundance just out side of the shore break. To fully glean the resonant energy Deck Amber holds, go in the water. With two cassettes packaged together and two artist sounds held within, the normal modus operandi would be a split with one tape each. Colin Blanton as Ant’lrd and Thomas Meluch as Benoît Pioulard have gone astray from set patterns. For the first cassette of the double, their experience has combined,

It is good to have a new Rambutan cassette in the deck. Has been a while since my consciousness was sanded down and smoothed over. A new tape titled Swerve Through Time, is filled with imagination and delivered by experience. This is a physic manipulator, simmering test patterns forcing the brain's two hemispheres into a grab for control. Let go and do not think, these sounds are randomly dispersed, no pattern, only tonal congruity. Turn the volume up and hear the minute details, hum, static, a chord struck, shrouded melodies, and impending drone. Clear and precise, Rambutan has been lifting weights again. Swerve Through Time seems to build momentum throughout the composition. By the last two tracks, the arsenal of bent strings and sounds from other worlds relinquishes. This aural mass has been set in motion, drifting is all that remains. A composition with all parts working together. Beginning and end housing a story of sound in the middle. The cacophony is perfect and shared in

A little over a year ago, Lost in a Sea of Sound described Coastal Car's cassette titled Lossless . There were nine tapes left when Lossless was posted on this site, these quickly sold. Now Coastal Car has made a return trip to Already Dead Tapes and Records. The new release is titled Silent Moons, Silent Rooms, changing gears with out a sound, smooth like a European luxury sedan. How has Andy Buczek cruised into 2018? The title tells all, implicit motion, gliding down a path only heard within current the moment. The future is beyond the horizon and infinity is the only direction. Silent Moons, Silent Rooms simply digs in and unpacks melodic pop music. The most beautiful aspect is the lack of need for any sonic manipulation. Andy could easily play this entire album directly in front of you and it would be completely memorable. These tunes scrape the past and dust the future with harmonies dislodged in the process. There are brief moments sounding like what has been before, recogn

Really wanted to get to this composition by Günter Schlienz before it sold out, but did not win the race. Did not even come close. Have listened to a good amount of music by Günter, and so many times have been emotionally called out. Like a locksmith for the consciousness, his melodies seem to unlatch the peacefulness often covered by responsibility. Is it possible to always be tasked and remain tranquil on the inside? There are individuals with this skill, but mellow on the outside and relaxed inside are two different things. This compact disc titled Peace (maybe subconsciously started writing in this frame, but actually just noticed the connection in the title and the words). Either way, the end result is a much desired outcome. Eight tracks over the course of a tad shy of an hour. Electronic manipulations gathering energy from light. Peace takes the path just above the forest canopy. The beauty from this listening point encompasses both natural aspects of life on Earth and the vas

Sparks are shed from the speakers when playing The Midnight Vein. Like a fire accepting the new found position of the perfectly cured split log. Hungry flames come from hidden recesses to consume their new food. This ignition cast flickering light across previously dark space. A hunched figure seemingly motionless is illuminated. Straining to see more clearly is not necessary, the sound reaches your ears first. Trying to avoid consciously deciphering what is being heard becomes a priority. Only to be slowly forgotten as the mesmerizing tones and abstruse lyrics being delivered paralyze any ability to vacate this place. John Toohill has been fueling the music seen for years. The Midnight Vein is a solo project, touching on skills including all aspects of music creation. The melodies blur with energy produced from bio degrading matter. Maybe these were pop songs long ago, now without any identifying marks, it is hard to really know. John Toohill sings in an almost chant like intonation