lost in a sea of sound

Vacation Man, please do not despair, your dignity is still on the top of the charts. Listening to this massive testimonial to life and friends, your sorrows resonate with the drizzling rain outside the window. The years have gone by so quickly, remembering these tones and timbre from parents records and childhood radio. Adrian Knight shows how existence is cyclic, what was smooth and silky, discarded then found again. A polyester jacket, sewn with a large collar and zipper closure, sits in the closet. Removed from the hanger and worn again, still fascinating with bright multi colored patterns, but somehow out of place in modern fashion. These tracks are flipped from white to black, played in a hazy minor scale and radiating a melancholy beauty. Adrian Knight has dialed the rotary phone and read poetry from his pocket notebook. Verse connected to emotion, thoughts of friends and their actions conveyed in composition. In order to impart these messages, the band is back together. A revo

Ubiquitous sounds filling the spaces in the consciousness. Decaying drone, once painted so harmoniously across the temporal facade, now dissolving as melodic brightness radiates through the cracks. Dystopian Land​(​e​)​scape situates itself on the precipice of a despairing world, hopefulness either fleeting or returning, this remains unknown. Still, in this aural glimpse, beauty is manifested. A melodic cadence finding tranquility within the corrosion of society. Sounds tangled like twisted tree roots that penetrate the ground below.  LEUMANN is an Italian sound artists and this EP represents a fluctuating sonic connection with melodies languishing through time. Dystopian Land​(​e​)​scape consist of five tracks in just over sixteen minutes. This cassette turns through quickly, but fortunately the set is duplicated on both sides of the tape. The third track utilizes narration and guitar by Fabiano Pittiglio. A deviation from the other tracks, anchoring the composition with lives many

A world of sound with heavy sonic elements. The consciousness throbbing with cyclic undulating cathodic sound waves. Hours have been lost in the darkness of night, now the sun rises radiating blocky splotches of energy. A long lullabye to usher in colors splitting the sky. Une Cassette Comme Les Autres is a dazzling veer of sounds. From the coldness of machines and their human less locations, to heat filled sways of reverberating tundra, this composition covers so much alien ground. With the vast range of feelings Perrache evokes, daily life is thrown into a vortex of warmth and introspection. Serious throw back to late seventies mixed with a dark chip tune vibe. Perrache is mystery. Soundtracks for sarcophagi resting in Elysium. Sleeping souls listening to hymns spanning eons of existence. With seven tracks spanning over a half an hour, Une Cassette Comme Les Autres is a difficult composition to categorize. Electronic vignettes, so succinct individually, all forming a collage of gra

Heavy sonic pixelation, harmonic dots in some continual organizational process. Like ants moving grains of sand, digging asymmetric tunnels in the darkness of underground. Adderall Canyonly sending signals only eusocial receptors the Formicidae family can truly understand. Move here in a block like dance, move this with your Herculean strength, move back and repeat. These electronic beacons are mysterious, ponderously rich, carved from a consciousness that hears a world homo sapiens hold in awe and consternation. Lucid In A Wasted Way is filled with endless halls and turns. A perfect companion for exploration in Mervyn Peake's Gormenghast Castle. Titus discovering a millennia of congeries surmised in just under forty five minutes. For parts of this composition, Adderall Canyonly has zeroed in on the late 60's gravitation towards psychedelic rock. Maybe this a stabilizing root that supports OSTs, pop music and lots of mushrooms. Other tracks dissect sounds from the 90's an

Lost in a Sea of Sound is not an expert on Acid Music. More accurately, poorly knowledgeable is a better validation.... When the time arrives to describe this new release from dyLAB, there is some trepidation. Describing sounds is always difficult and this genre is part of that process. Acid/Techno music have been around for a long time and dyLAB has been creating sounds for a very good part it. Check out his bandcamp page , the first release under the dyLAB name was from ten years ago. On this newest release titled Rum Sodomy and the Crash, four heavy tracks are divided in just under a half hour. With a few repeated listens to this composition, dyLAB slowly drills the metal sheeting on the consciousness. The revolutions per second or beats per minute held seamlessly steady. There is no grand build up for each track. Just continued beats, augmented by hypnotic electronics. These sounds oscillate above the continual percussive canvas and vary in angular degrees between each track. A f

Tales From Armageddonsville is a heavy testimony. Psychedelic influenced rock music filled with observations about the current state of our social structure. Revolution Rabbit started off on a solo journey of song writing and guitar playing. He was joined by Chanda, May and Una all contributing to vocals and adding bass, guitar and drums respectively. Maybe the additional musicians are the "Deluxe" in the band's current name. Together these four artists have combined with a driving sound filled with passion and energy, Trying to classify the sound of Revolution Rabbit Deluxe is a tough task. Their melodies seem to cross genres and decades, pulling from a wide array of influences and emotions. This makes comparing Tales From Armageddonsville to other albums or bands is lost en devour. But finally without hesitation, Lost in a Sea of Sound has one of the only chances of referencing a much listened to band from the same city. The ties are their Cardiff roots, well written

A door opening into a sonic shop of antiquities. Sounds ticking like vintage wooden clocks, chiming with the brush of a body and disintegrating upon closer inspection. Radio Free Clear Light steps directly into aural puddles created by the precipitation of genres and time. Melodies and musings so finely tangled, thoughts becoming submerged in the haze of intricacy filling the consciousness. Rare Is The Moment could be a soundtrack for the mortal coil or a glimpse of the future's endless possibilities. Each listener will undoubtedly experience this composition on their own terms. Radio Free Clear Light has been channeling higher sounds for a long time. The current composition of artists for Rare Is The Moment is Juan Carlos Mendizabal, Etanna Zak, and Lydia Harari. Each with their own love for creative beauty and continuing journey to explore the impact zones of the cosmic craters sonic vibrations create. With twelve tracks arriving just shy of an hour, this body of work is extrem

Impalpable sounds from spiritual space. Where ethereal voice and harp are gently torn by probing electronic fragments. There are moments of rest, but these are such random occurrences. A sonic landscape filled with pulsating debris left over infinite amounts of time. Dolphin Midwives is Sage Fisher and this is her world of broken elegance, a place where sunlight chaotically dances as it's rays are filtered by wind and leaves. Ten tracks divided in various links in over forty minutes.  Richly organic tones with music loosing ground to natures prolific growth. The balance is constantly undulating but neither side ever tips the scale. The fluctuating stability is the most alluring quality of Liminal Garden, the exquisiteness of Sage Fisher's harp playing and voice, caught in a spiraling vortex with the recesses of her consciousness. A world were unknown creatures speak in foreign tongues about all things yet to be understood. The release date for this lp is tomorrow, Friday Ja

With accelerated intensity, five songs from Pure Vanilla lock in place. The formula is simple, two musicians in a synchronous state, playing songs written with an acetylene torch. These sounds cut through the consciousness, reaffirming the beauty of youthful energy, conviction and how talents pierce through their incarnate shells. Pressing play on Pure Vanilla is like pushing down the plunger on a TNT detonator. The blast of punk granite fills the air then quickly settles. Four songs with crucially urgent vocals from Mabel Suen, her guitar playing similar to the sounds of quickly move tank treads heading for combat. One song titled Vanilla with saxophone in lieu of vocals. All songs filled with the potent drumming of Joe Hess, a meteor shower of penetrating percussive particles. The world will not survive the cosmic barrage Joe unleashes, severity and spirit tangled in timeless interlacing.  As described above Complainer is the St. Louis, Missouri duo of Mabel Suen and Joe Hess. Pu

Juicy Fruit (Herbsman Dub) by ML Wah causes goosebumps. A hazy image of Augustus Pablo playing melodica channels straight to the consciousness. This cassette titled No Slack is an extremely well curated assemblage of root doctor's medicines. A bag of four remedies, each with different healing properties. Juicy Fruit (Herbsman Dub) goes to the core the quickest. Baselines giving passage through the dark, drums echoing seemingly in all directions, guide like guitar constructing the flickering visions of a melodica player facing towards the edge. This is an ML Wah effort with the first song Malawa Beat being the other. Herbcraft has two tracks on the reverse side, Ababa and No Slack (General Vibe Dub). The first track Ababa, perfectly combines the feelings of the deepest roots with sounds from the most recent decade. If a comparison is needed, take seventies sounds from Ras Michael and interweave this with Peeking Lights 936 album. The title track, No Slack (General Vibe Dub), timel

What is desire? Casio Adcock has a few answers. Some very ruminative thoughts delivered in a heterodox of sound. But this can not be talked about, instead, keep reading and try to forget this was a question at all. After pressing play on Nope, Nothing Clever, don't even think about going back. A rather odd looking purple ray gun is out of it's holster and ready to fire at anyone. Fortunately an even more substantial question awaits.... Will we go to heaven or go into the sea? Dead and decomposing in the earth, all of which does eventually erode into the sea at some point. Or life after death.... They found Orenthal James' supposed pair of gloves and asked will you try it on. He went to "heaven" relatively speaking right there. Nope, Nothing Clever is a testament of verse gone asunder, frailly held together in some other worldly confluence of synthetic metrics. Describing Casio Adcock's sound is similar to the process of trying to give definitions to many thi

Thoughts are decomposing. Written worlds falling apart, a trail of single letters spinning to the curb as the engine rattles asunder. Thesaurus becoming some mechanical guru, an oracle to cease repeating and keep repeating. With increasing age and depleting energy, fashioning coherency is an augmenting gradient to traverse. Om Cold Blood causes the pitch to tilt steeply up, as secure mental footing becomes scarce. It is very difficult to describe poetry, freely flowing and without boundaries, especially when added into a constantly resonating mix of experimental, ambient, punk noise. Bitsy Knox thoughts pierce the monotonous frame work, exposing the erector set life is built upon, an abundance of flimsy connections and extremely poor planning. Om Cold Blood is an explosion of ideas and musing, spoken in globules of shrapnel. Poignant understandings exposing patterns and thoughts held in reveries of seclusion. The entire time, beautiful harmonies trying intently to pull canticles fort

A blanket of tones pulled over and snugly warming the consciousness. Upon closer listening, this is not a homogenized cover but rather an intricate quilt of finely crafted stitching. Ted Apel playing a modular synthesizer system and Anthony Burr controlling a Univox combination organ. Together, these artists creating minute seams, almost unnoticeable, fractal patterns building a very sublime droning state of wellbeing. From reading the notes by Anthony, these two side long tracks are performances done at an unstated time. Each piece only minimally adjusted for this Muzane Editions cassette. The first side titled "Hollow Phobos" is incredibly vibrant, but at an almost micro level. Imagine if you could here a long line of ants moving. The uncountable number of legs in systematic cadence, shifting slightly to navigate undulating surfaces. Anthony and Ted following this pattern, sustained notes changing in slight degrees, almost one long drone, but not at all. "24-Track Se

Lost and Found is an interesting term. A place where hopes find resonance but more frequently are abruptly extinguished. Also describing a condition of being, a state of mind or status of material object. In this instance, Lost and Found is the title for Period Bomb's cassette release on Already Dead Tapes and Records. A very appropriate name for these twenty four tracks that stem back through great lengths of time and efforts. Again, also connecting with the state of finding something really good that has been lost to listeners at this point. Period Bomb has one of those long cartoon gun powder fuses. Sounds travelling in a tiny flame crossing all forms of terrain. Once ignited, the path these tracks take is simultaneously straight forward and sinuous. Punk like root combustion, vaporizing into whimsical psychedelic recordings and story telling. Lost and Found is filled with mind piercing shrapnel, groovy pop fragments melting into thoughts and causing melodies to ricochet in th