microphones in the trees: scott tuma
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Tuesday, May 13, 2014

dinasty at ghost town


"this 11 artist tape batch has more than one red thread running through it ~ the magnificent art by Simon Fowler (who crafted the cover Sanguine Futures by High aura’d, among many others) is echoed by the sense of awakening and mantra throughout the varied styles of the works. all tapes are pro-dubbed on Type II Chrome tape, imprinted on both sides, and inserted with high quality 4-panel J-Cards." bathetic records

panabrite ~ tracer ep (bathetic, 2014)

"kinetic modular pop"  

"Tracer EP pulls together brief exercises in percussive modular synthesizer experiments and minimal keyboard workouts, a sort of hazy approximation of discarded documentary score and blown-out basement synth framed in a peculiar narrative sensibility."

listen ~ buy 
 

“electroacoustic, liberated from expected choice, emboldened by whim-salmgundi



 “preordained ruination, doldrums amplified & improvised, hung with care”



“sun tea, bleached Hired Hand, windup music box”



John Muir presents blackened ambient


m geddes gengras ~ 8.2.13 (bathetic, 2014)

 “convergent tectonics, building toward volcanic winter”

listen ~ buy 

lee noble ~ forming (bathetic, 2014)

“a yearning, plead with an earnest seduction” 


“an ascendance to true contemplation, the porch parishioners”



“will o’ the wisp, barreleye gazing upward toward the sea surface”


zac nelson ~ vulgar divination (bathetic, 2014)

 “a secular invocation, a reflected invitation to delight”

 listen ~ buy 
  

“a lonely collage meat for late night crawling. lauding darkness, but hopeful for brighter days.”


la máxima alegría sería tener todas estas cintas juntas, de golpe, colocadas pegaditas en la estantería. sólo he podido escuchar entera la de Panabrite ('pop modular cinético' tocado sobre collages sonoros saltarines, efervescentes, movedizos, library, la más querida y la que me hace especial ilusión) pero los samples de High Aura'd, Padang Food Tigers, Scott Tuma y Aquarelle son una preciosidad. aunque todos lo son, de la pe a la pa, sin excepción, porque el espíritu de Bruce Langhorne revolotea sobre casi todos ellos. coherencia, belleza, buen gusto... y Scott Tuma, que por mucho que lo recomiende nunca sería suficiente. de cuando las portadas, todas ilustradas por Simon Fowler, acompañan a la música.


Thursday, September 11, 2008

castanets

reaparece Raymond Raposa…y hay que ver cómo reaparece: City of Refuge es el disco que me gustaría haber escuchado después de Cathedral. los coros de Jana Hunter en Glory B, un gospel delicado llamado I'll Fly away, el clima general, tan desértico y ambiental que podría ser una banda sonora de cualquier spaguetti western, y After the Fall, que es la joya de un disco muy muy bonito, en el que, por fin, no sobra nada. ojalá que su próximo homenaje a Hank Williams siga la senda de City of Refuge

"The result of three weeks alone in a Nevada desert motel room, City of Refuge blazed into Ray Raposa's mind with the rising sun...Far from distractions and infused with the sense of isolation explored by the songs he'd written for the album, it proved the optimal backdrop. Minimal overdubs by friends Jana Hunter, Sufjan Stevens, Dawn Smithson, Scott Tuma (Souled American, Boxhead Ensemble), and co-producer Ero Gray were added later, but the silence of the sparsely populated region underscores the sounds of Raposa's voice and instruments.

...With an uneasy, asymmetric weave of sung songs, chants, electronic noise solos and spaghetti-western guitar interludes, City suggests a film soundtrack. Possibly a nocturnal, black and white contemporary desert western with characters real and imaginary, a failing motel on a little-used old highway, gas-well flares flickering far off in the night, the spirit-body of Lee Van Cleef watching from the shadows, a sliding eidetic road seen with closed eyes, the disturbing memory of an encounter that may or may not have been a dream, fallen bare wires crackling somewhere in the desert, the mingled odors of sagebrush smoke, candle wax, warm beer, and an overheated amplifier, and the howls of coyotes..." asthmatic kitty