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s P L e e N C o F F i N - 7 & 7 : VOL. 1

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Thresholds of sound and creativity have been unearthed by the Baltimore, Maryland label sPLeeNCoFFiN.  7 & 7 : VOL. 1 brings together four artist working in the sonic noise nexus, a place where transcriptions of the consciousness are perfectly conveyed. The creative mind imprinting momentary passages, thoughts transformed to sounds, here for an instant then retreating away into the cosmic nebula. The unity these artist share is most perplexing, similarities and differences so interwoven together, all describing the same place, just in their own version. Fortunately sPLeeNCoFFiN has recognized this commonality and acted upon it. The label has gone equal distance in preparing and sharing these far sonic reaches with a format equally as delicate to achieve. This release is housed within vintage seven inch reel to reel cases. Tape reels gone and replaced by two seven inch vinyl records, each side devoted to one of the four selected artist. The cases have been beautifully recovered fron

Greyon Greene - Humidity

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When time slows in the dark early morning hours, nocturnal sounds edge their way into thought spaces. This special period of each day is free from the turbulence and commotion of subsequent hours. Humidity settles in. Cautious beats and rhythms finding sustenance in the tranquility of the consciousness. The listener hearing the true beautiful depth of Greyon Greene's sounds when distractions and responsibilities are at minimum levels.    Five tracks covering over seventeen minutes in time. The label mentioned this is an EP, and since the feeling to hear more is what your left with, this is a good description. Humidity is composed on a desirable sonic curve. The beats and rhythms of the first three tracks lifting off to leave almost a drone presence for the last two and longest selections. This makes the opening sounds from "Square Rush" and "Slagin Judys" the upbeat gateway into Greyon Greene's ambient drift and also completely gorgeous. Lost in a Sea of Sou

Reaches - The Land Is Kind

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On approach to touch down in a new land. A place filled with vibrant greens and sparkling blues. The energy here is natural and thick. Depths in any direction would seemingly take a lifetime to truly understand. Looking and listening is a majestic end glimpse of undisturbed evolution. Music is one of the true products of this higher vibration. Sounds bringing the spirits who have passed and the souls to come in the present. Sonic energy connecting the pageantry of courtyards, solitude of firesides, haziness of dance floors and the rhythms of a universe yet to be discovered. Yes, this is a heavy description for a composition someone could label as pop or dance music, or any sub category thereof, but that is why we listen. Stop the five and ten second sampling and begin to hear.   Reaches is the project of Justin Randel and The Land is Kind is his newest composition to date. A sonic transcript of alluring perplexity. Beauty fills the opening track titled "Words Long Since Past"

Sam Gas Can - Gone Doing

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Portobello Season begins with ceremonial pageantry, my son slides his ipods in shaking his head. "It's just a fun intro", the words reflect off an apple shield. Look standing over there, don't you see Sam Gas Can flickering into reality? Like David Haskell's portrayal of John the Baptist in Godspell, Sam Gaskin winks with a grin as Gone Doing begins. Follow the words, "catch the wave, ride the curve, so the whole damn thing is a big blue blur". If Day by Day is a big hit, a six line chorus repeated over and over again, the song Gone Doing is like an atomic bomb. Maybe Sam Gas Can should have started off with "Frog Pond", lure listeners in.... nah Portobello Season is perfect.     Gone Doing pulls together fourteen tracks in just under twenty six minutes. With a skilled pedigree filled with lyrics, noise, ambience and beats, Sam Gas Can releases coming before Gone Doing, are a spiral pattern spinning and contracting. Music shrapnel like floating

Mezzanine Swimmers - Kneelin' on a Knife

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An early morning drive. Beats and rhythms blur with rows of planted pine passing by the side window. Fog lingers near the ground as sunlight scorches its lofty reaches high above. Kneelin' on a Knife plays in the worn out cassette deck, the magnetic head's contact with the tape is not all that good. Sounds are a little blurred themselves from the physical transfer, but this only adds to everything congealing together to make perfect moments. Mezzanine Swimmers swirls and sheds sonic goo. Thoughts become saturated with melodic globs of decaying pop substance, the morning will indeed be good.    Kneelin' on a Knife spins quickly and disappears, five tracks under twenty minutes. Mike Green is the lone force behind all of the sounds. He approaches sounds with a reverence for nostalgia then melts it almost all the way down. Wise enough to know hooks are hooks no matter how rusted and distorted they are. The third track titled Leesburg Portal is the shortest and most deviated. Ap

Nils Quak​ / ​Flamingo Creatures - Split Cassette on Crash Symbols

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The sky is low, the world below shielded from the sun's brightness. Nothing is exposed to the growing distant realm of satellite cameras and sensors. When clouds drag across the surface, a feeling of intimacy permeates emotions. Everyone in close proximity tucked under a blanket of settling mist. Like children, we create a small area illuminated by flashlights to read and look through fascinating subjects. In this instance, both Nils Quak​ and ​Flamingo Creatures hold our attention. They deliver the heaviness of a condensed atmosphere, the comfort of being secluded, with the warm intensity of prismatic aural delight.    Within this lengthy split, both composition's rest with mesmerizing nostalgia. The artists have created sounds reaching back to the early days of the cassette resurgence. Fully realized densities, pulling in orbiting electrons. The hidden immensity, a cosmos beyond the clouds or outside the blanket, resting in focal consciousness.    Nils Quak works towards a co

Body Improvement Calendar - Business Major

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Outside the windscreen is dangerously dark, the incandescent lights struggle to illuminate the road. These conditions continue to reoccur every morning on the drive to work. Like the lights, the cassette deck in the vehicle strains and wobbles out sounds from Body Improvement Calendar. The tape has been inserted for months now, providing inspiration for the work day to come... Voices hiding behind the rhythms, they want to be heard but always ask for you to come to them. At times, when the road noise quiets, a brief moment of clarity surfaces. Business Major speaks in profound reality, then disappears behind blocky distorted melodies. The process is repeated every morning, slowly the instructions and self help find connecting thoughts. The work day becoming more clearly seen for what it really is.      The selections within Business Major contribute to the title. Song titles planning out the perfect business pathway, from "The Chips are Stacked Against Me" to "Leveraging

Medhelan - Nocturnal Wanderings

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The natural world around us moves in extended patterns and abrupt chaos. Like a virgin forest soaring with mighty trees, a nearby eruption followed by subsequent lava flow removing everything in an instant. Nocturnal Wanderings is the aural equivalent of looking high into a canopy of hardwoods. A droning quietness, sound is absorbed by living matter and does not reflect. This peacefulness continues, through centuries to millennia, eons slowly follow. Just beyond what can be seen and heard is a world continuing on similar patterns, innocuous in essence but still pressing on the tranquility within. When greater earthly and cosmic forces reign down, the randomness of outside forces bestow their ominous weight, in an instant making it known serenity is less than fragile. Medhelan has captured this relationship on the newest composition, harmonious beauty under foreboding shadows.   Four long tracks divided by translucent tones, beauty filtered through the haze of flickering flames. Medhela