SURROGATING
Another jammer from the tropical hermits at the Rainbow Pyramid. On the A side, intense drones build to a crescendo of horn smears, while the B side marries lushly recorded nylon string guitar noodles with an insistent Bolero-like beat, wild heart opening sounds amid peals of thunder. Environmental music, similar to a lot of Rainbow Pyramid releases, formless instrumental compositions that construct vivid, humid internal environments.
Sold out in physical form, download below.
<a href=”http://digital.rainbowcult.com/album/self-titled-c30” data-mce-href=”http://digital.rainbowcult.com/album/self-titled-c30”>Self Titled (c30) by Surrogating</a>

SURROGATING

Another jammer from the tropical hermits at the Rainbow Pyramid. On the A side, intense drones build to a crescendo of horn smears, while the B side marries lushly recorded nylon string guitar noodles with an insistent Bolero-like beat, wild heart opening sounds amid peals of thunder. Environmental music, similar to a lot of Rainbow Pyramid releases, formless instrumental compositions that construct vivid, humid internal environments.

Sold out in physical form, download below.

Delicate loops and patterns forming like ice crystals. Full release coming soon on Sacred Phrases.

KÖHN A FOREST OF DRONES AND PULSES
Machine consciousness flickers into being, an intricate strange-looping spiral of oscillations. Abstraction circuits come online, providing decision-making structures via complex categorization engines powered by the hard-coded base loop of duality perception. Feelings coalesce in pools of primordial semantics. The sensory construct becomes ever clearer. As the framerate stabilizes, memories accumulate in the registers; all prior states will be catalogued for meaning.
Gone from the label, still available over at Tomentosa.
<a href=”http://sicsic.bandcamp.com/album/a-forest-of-drones-and-pulses-sicsic065” data-mce-href=”http://sicsic.bandcamp.com/album/a-forest-of-drones-and-pulses-sicsic065”>A Forest of Drones and Pulses (sicsic065) by Köhn</a>

KÖHN
A FOREST OF DRONES AND PULSES

Machine consciousness flickers into being, an intricate strange-looping spiral of oscillations. Abstraction circuits come online, providing decision-making structures via complex categorization engines powered by the hard-coded base loop of duality perception. Feelings coalesce in pools of primordial semantics. The sensory construct becomes ever clearer. As the framerate stabilizes, memories accumulate in the registers; all prior states will be catalogued for meaning.

Gone from the label, still available over at Tomentosa.

CREATION VI TETRAGRAMMATON
Powerful new ritual from Creation VI. Where I see “Akroamatikos” and “Apeiros” as aetheric, spiritual releases, encompassing the vastness and complexity of the cosmic order, “Tetragrammaton” seems to have a foothold in the concrete physical realm. We channel powerful forces in our breath, the beat of our hearts, the pattern of our thoughts, the surging of our blood. We can sense the cosmic order in these things, just as powerfully as in those higher and wider realms, just as in the cycling loops, surging bass drones, and ever-escalating patterns which begin this journey. “Tetragrammaton” begins in the breath, ascends through the body and up into the cosmos, and dissolves the barrier in between. An endless ascension which leaves us more grounded when we open our eyes.
Available from the new Russian label 1429 Records right now in digital form, and soon in a limited CD edition as well.
<a href=”http://1429records.bandcamp.com/album/tetragrammaton” data-mce-href=”http://1429records.bandcamp.com/album/tetragrammaton”>Tetragrammaton by Creation VI</a>

CREATION VI
TETRAGRAMMATON

Powerful new ritual from Creation VI. Where I see “Akroamatikos” and “Apeiros” as aetheric, spiritual releases, encompassing the vastness and complexity of the cosmic order, “Tetragrammaton” seems to have a foothold in the concrete physical realm. We channel powerful forces in our breath, the beat of our hearts, the pattern of our thoughts, the surging of our blood. We can sense the cosmic order in these things, just as powerfully as in those higher and wider realms, just as in the cycling loops, surging bass drones, and ever-escalating patterns which begin this journey. “Tetragrammaton” begins in the breath, ascends through the body and up into the cosmos, and dissolves the barrier in between. An endless ascension which leaves us more grounded when we open our eyes.

Available from the new Russian label 1429 Records right now in digital form, and soon in a limited CD edition as well.

DEMENTIA AND HOPE TRAILS PURE, MAGICAL LOVE
Every emotion that we feel exists on a spectrum. We have a safe/unsafe spectrum, a happy/sad spectrum, a calm/anxious spectrum, a joy/sorrow spectrum. The emotional experience of an individual at any given time is a consequence of that individual’s movement along these emotional spectra, and may be entirely unique and unreproducible. Endless suffering comes when we attempt to limit our experience to isolated fragments of these spectra, or to do away with some of them altogether.
Thus we understand that, in choosing to expose ourselves to the peaks of ecstacy, we also invite sorrow and despair. The happier we are capable of being, the more vulnerable we are to debilitating sadness. And when something wonderful happens, the door is open for something equally terrible in the future.
This thought keeps cropping up as I listen to “Pure, Magical Love,” the crown jewel thus far of Justin Marc Lloyd’s series of ambitious guitar drone releases under the name Dementia and Hope Trails (see also: Sensible Nectar, Pregnant Spore, and Lloyd’s immense, magnificent Rainbow Bridge label).
Emotions come in waves, and in these long, emotionally complex pieces, we experience wave after wave on a variety of spectra. This music is informed by a deep understanding of how these experiences work. As a soaring ecstacy unfurls, rolling us up inside it, we can expect to be dropped into a chasm of towering loneliness, or harrowed by despair, or crippled by anxiety, only to surge forward moments later into a golden, sublime completion that feels like it could last forever. The shifts are so natural, so organically timed, that one has to wonder if this music is simply a reflection of the complex internal states of the artist at each moment of the music’s creation.
If it wasn’t for the times of cold bleakness, we could never know the warmth. What makes this music remarkable is how little it leaves out. A c94 that never fails to capture attention. Sold out at the source, but there is still one on discogs.

DEMENTIA AND HOPE TRAILS
PURE, MAGICAL LOVE

Every emotion that we feel exists on a spectrum. We have a safe/unsafe spectrum, a happy/sad spectrum, a calm/anxious spectrum, a joy/sorrow spectrum. The emotional experience of an individual at any given time is a consequence of that individual’s movement along these emotional spectra, and may be entirely unique and unreproducible. Endless suffering comes when we attempt to limit our experience to isolated fragments of these spectra, or to do away with some of them altogether.

Thus we understand that, in choosing to expose ourselves to the peaks of ecstacy, we also invite sorrow and despair. The happier we are capable of being, the more vulnerable we are to debilitating sadness. And when something wonderful happens, the door is open for something equally terrible in the future.

This thought keeps cropping up as I listen to “Pure, Magical Love,” the crown jewel thus far of Justin Marc Lloyd’s series of ambitious guitar drone releases under the name Dementia and Hope Trails (see also: Sensible Nectar, Pregnant Spore, and Lloyd’s immense, magnificent Rainbow Bridge label).

Emotions come in waves, and in these long, emotionally complex pieces, we experience wave after wave on a variety of spectra. This music is informed by a deep understanding of how these experiences work. As a soaring ecstacy unfurls, rolling us up inside it, we can expect to be dropped into a chasm of towering loneliness, or harrowed by despair, or crippled by anxiety, only to surge forward moments later into a golden, sublime completion that feels like it could last forever. The shifts are so natural, so organically timed, that one has to wonder if this music is simply a reflection of the complex internal states of the artist at each moment of the music’s creation.

If it wasn’t for the times of cold bleakness, we could never know the warmth. What makes this music remarkable is how little it leaves out. A c94 that never fails to capture attention. Sold out at the source, but there is still one on discogs.

IMPERIAL TOPAZ FULL OF GRACE
The Imperial Topaz promise made manifest. First vinyl for the label and the artist. Immense synth caves permeated with fluttering bass, uncomplicated percussion patterns, abstract vocal lines decaying endlessly in the dark. Distinct songs coalesce and decay, unhurried, lingering pleasantly. A fully realized aesthetic, illuminated in a moment of perfect clarity, like a flashbulb in the dark.
Available from Tranquility.
<a href=”http://tranquilitytapes.bandcamp.com/album/full-of-grace” data-mce-href=”http://tranquilitytapes.bandcamp.com/album/full-of-grace”>Full of Grace by Imperial Topaz</a>

IMPERIAL TOPAZ
FULL OF GRACE

The Imperial Topaz promise made manifest. First vinyl for the label and the artist. Immense synth caves permeated with fluttering bass, uncomplicated percussion patterns, abstract vocal lines decaying endlessly in the dark. Distinct songs coalesce and decay, unhurried, lingering pleasantly. A fully realized aesthetic, illuminated in a moment of perfect clarity, like a flashbulb in the dark.

Available from Tranquility.

THE MOON IS HUNGRY
Four-way split with about ten minutes per side on two tapes. Creeping dread seen through four sets of eyes, that moment of time dilation at the edge of anxiety. Available here.

THE MOON IS HUNGRY

Four-way split with about ten minutes per side on two tapes. Creeping dread seen through four sets of eyes, that moment of time dilation at the edge of anxiety. Available here.

ANTLRD KEVINHEIN BARO
Two from BARO.
#1: “Biblioteca Nod Out,” in which Chicago’s Collin Blanton builds emotional surface tension with high hazy static, pulsing midrange drones, and felt bass rumbles. The longer pieces at the end exemplify and justify the continued obsession of certain corners of the tape world with minimal loop exercises.
#2: “Gauze,” where Kevin Hein loses the thread in echoing wave tunnels tuned in on familiar but welcome frequencies. A sensible production that lifts and separates.

ANTLRD
KEVINHEIN
BARO

Two from BARO.

#1: “Biblioteca Nod Out,” in which Chicago’s Collin Blanton builds emotional surface tension with high hazy static, pulsing midrange drones, and felt bass rumbles. The longer pieces at the end exemplify and justify the continued obsession of certain corners of the tape world with minimal loop exercises.

#2: “Gauze,” where Kevin Hein loses the thread in echoing wave tunnels tuned in on familiar but welcome frequencies. A sensible production that lifts and separates.

GORA SOU
LIVING XXL

Surgically assembled minimal loop movements for everyday ascensions. Available from Noumenal Loom.

JOSHUA DUMAS ROUGH MATINALS
Plaintive intuitionscapes from a Chicago composer and man of many projects. Deeply felt improvised piano pieces form a base upon which a variety of instruments (synthesizer, organ, field recordings) are thoughtfully layered. Emotional swells and contrasts rise up spontaneously, naturally, unafraid to linger in darker territory but limber enough to veer back into the light.
These pieces were originally released to Tumblr accompanied by similarly naturalistic videos from the artist, and have now been compiled by the interesting new label Horror Fiction Tapes, who chose to print the j-cards on recycled pages from a 1964 Alfred Bester novel (of which I know nothing).

Matinal 8 from Joshua Dumas on Vimeo.
Also check out another recent Dumas project Chicago Avenue Moon, a generative music iPhone app that composes music for you based on data like the time of day, the direction you’re walking, how fast you’re moving, etc. Why didn’t I think of that?

JOSHUA DUMAS
ROUGH MATINALS

Plaintive intuitionscapes from a Chicago composer and man of many projects. Deeply felt improvised piano pieces form a base upon which a variety of instruments (synthesizer, organ, field recordings) are thoughtfully layered. Emotional swells and contrasts rise up spontaneously, naturally, unafraid to linger in darker territory but limber enough to veer back into the light.

These pieces were originally released to Tumblr accompanied by similarly naturalistic videos from the artist, and have now been compiled by the interesting new label Horror Fiction Tapes, who chose to print the j-cards on recycled pages from a 1964 Alfred Bester novel (of which I know nothing).

Matinal 8 from Joshua Dumas on Vimeo.

Also check out another recent Dumas project Chicago Avenue Moon, a generative music iPhone app that composes music for you based on data like the time of day, the direction you’re walking, how fast you’re moving, etc. Why didn’t I think of that?