lost in a sea of sound

Back through the channels of guitar tones, thoughts slipping to the continual undercurrent of musical beauty. The notion solidifies concerning the gifted talents of Michael Potter, connecting the nostalgia within sounds to a creative path of all things new. Rain Song is the well worn comfortable place to sit, where feelings of warmth flush through the skin and the entire spirit is charged in delight. The first side consists of one track, the cassette title, called Rain Song. Slowly growing melodies that hang like Spanish moss in the serene bliss. A well planned crescendo awaits, but the patience to get there is perfectly timed. This also gives a moment to begin the understanding how steadfast Michael Potter's techniques are. Using a construct of many facets, usually highly guitar driven, the diversity is significant while the overall vibe is impeccably fluid. Rain Song follows a path like all afternoon shower experiences, unparalleled beauty coming unexpected and dispersing witho

A few months ago Tadzio's The Sick Room was on the repeated listening plan. This is an incredible well composed album, and describing it was on the list.... But there is a heaviness to it that a short synopsis of words can not rise too, at least the efforts here at Lost in a Sea of Sound. Would like to go back and try again, but the sadness is real, the words clear and exacting, and the instrumentation pulls on your thoughts. To all involved with The Sick Room, incredible work, thank you for fueling emotions and contemplation. This is a side tracked opening for the new split cassette by Coven Tree and Tadzio, but there was no way to start if the earlier body of work was not addressed. And with this touched upon history, Tadzio finds themselves at the core of another body of similar work. Folk, classical and experimental fused into an entirely new medium. The balance on this split, between both projects and sides they contribute, is the most striking feature. One side all instrume

The aural haze is thick. Somewhere in the mist a cacophonous barge of sounds churns the murk. A cargo of harmony or clamor soon to be unfurled. The sonic contents slowly explode, a carnival of mysterious fragments begin their arc like path. Some listeners find themselves transfixed while others flee in haste. Sex Funeral does not take sides, these sounds emanate from talents spread far, this is a creative implosion. A return to a conscious core, a place where concord is chewed apart by All Teeth. Three years ago Lost in a Sea of Sound described Sex Funeral's - Eradicator . Much has surfaced by the project during this lengthy duration. Line ups and instruments have changed although the menagerie of anti patterns still persists. The one constant connecting All Teeth and Eradicator together are all sounds emerging from a droning nexus. A sonic dimension that traverses space in one direction. Investigation into theses origins results in only darkness. Percussion, keyboards and saxoph

Traversing a cacophonous gathering of harmony and beats with an such ease and style, The Swim smoothly lays down it's own idiom in music. Like the flight of a dragon fly, unpredictably swift until coming to rest, then a transitory moment for showing it's beauty. Rutger Hauser simulates this effect in sound, a seemingly infinite amount of sonic pieces swirling in the consciousness. A melodic juncture decisively blossoms in the mind only to be prompted away by some creatively new sonic passage. The entire aural flight, absent of any path, unstable yet melodically stout and fortified. The Swim evades genres, a mystifying achievement since the entire listen is acutely harmonious. There are comparisons lurking in the past richness of creativity. Two tracks from such totally different worlds raised a brow. The last selection on the first side "The Swim / Av Brúnni við Streymin" has a definite feel from the ominously beautiful 1986 album by SPK, Zamia Lehmanni - Songs Of

The sonic path winds down through the earth. Here the rituals of compression and expansion unfold, there are no timely patterns. Rock and sediment groan and sigh as pressures and heat cascade through them. These sounds are unnatural for listeners outside the process, but the primordial beauty they contain pulls on thoughts and beckons for understanding. Two projects, Shumoto and Rambutan, have been combined together like metamorphic rock. Their sounds producing one full length record, The Migration To Warm Rivers, sparkling with the gleam of calcite crystals. Shumoto is the project of Jefferson Pitcher. His extensive experience and well honed creativity allows him knowledge similar to rock formations, patience. There is nothing hurried on Shumoto's two tracks. Guitar notes clear and heavy, slowly emitted from the depths of consciousness. The tempo is almost glacial in movement. Jefferson adds poetry from the writings of Ben Jahn (Dowser's Prayer), creating a complex assortmen

In every moment of existence there are striking forms of beauty. As our lives move so quickly, the alluring excellence surrounding us gets blurred. The smallest details are filled with countless years of evolving and eroding. These processes in long production, now at simultaneous points waiting to be noticed. Most times the gears keep turning, life goes in it's direction while the radiation of energy fueling the world burns in silence. Maybe the title to Daniel Guillén's new composition "Inner Vision" has meaning to these thoughts. What is for certain, the music Daniel has created aurally illustrates these ruminations in full distinction. When the time comes to describe ambient heavies, many listens have been gathered in order to hopefully connect. Slowing down, relinquishing surrounding responsibilities, hearing the beauty as the world moves from a blur into focus. These six selections are extensions of an infinite amount of amazing details in every life. A cosmic

With volume dialed up and the record speed at forty five, Lunden will flush your consciousness. There is no tranquil ground as this composition gets going. Instant sonic armageddon, the annihilation of all things melodic. But this is a collection of tracks, there is purpose in beginning with this thoughtful assault. Step back and put your ears to the Lunden furnace again. These two musicians have much more in their aural armament. Maybe starting off by paralyzing listeners is the plan all along. A total of five tracks divided across eighteen minutes goes by lightning quick. Each side of the vinyl opens with an energized noise bomb. Sharply edged guitar chords hammered with a meteor shower of dense percussion. The opening track includes deranged monastic vocal harmonizing, like a brief prayer being called on to whatever sacrifice this music is being played to. Juxtaposed with the cacophony of side A's "Screen Walking" and side B's "bestanden", is the fact