This is so damaged, deranged and wired, but hey, in a good way you understand. This is Chai with the track ‘N.E O.’ – a cut culled from their full length ‘pink’ heading out of heavenly around about now unless I’m very much mistaken, Let’s start by saying, once heard always hooked, this ‘un is best described as an audaciously acute fried pop paint bomb possessed of willfully potent chorus hooks between which flank an abundant array of wildcat whoops and shrieks and the urgent and frantic effervescence of angulated disco-fied sonic summersaults. Will result in adoring rashes.
I’m sure Mr Phelan’s album dropped into our in box earlier today, had I the wherewithal and patience I’d go and check right now, however such is our laptops pitiful response time that by the time we had acquired said information it would be very dark and February. So in the meantime, while we prepare to tinker about with its innards with a rusty spanner and sharp pliers, we’ll have to settle for now with a dinky little two tracker he released a week or three ago via the thought absent without leave Gare du Nord imprint. This is the distractively infectious ‘Satellite Hitori’ which unless I’m very much mistaken has in tow a starry suitcase packed to the seams with floral posies, orbital carousels, flute (or some form of woodwind – a clarinet perhaps) flotillas, seaside organs, an irrefutable whiff of the 80’s and here I’m thinking the great Captain as in Sensible and a kissably cutely kooky pop tug, did we mention the dreamy arpeggios, all makes for a breezily dreamy moment to step out of the madness of life and just drift away. Over on the flip, remix of the same cut – goes by the name ‘Tanegashima Space Center Mix‘ – which on initial meeting is metered with a monochromatic ghosting that soon deliciously disperses, in its place a summery bronze forms with the procession of piping trumpets and dissipating motifs crafting between them a wonderfully laid back watching the clouds float by slice of sea breezing tropicalia. Resistance is pretty pointless . https://soundcloud.com/keiron-phelan/sets/satellite-hitori-single
with its warming waveforms, ‘LandMarks’ positions itself on an aural axis somewhere between Ghost Box luminaries Belbury Poly and the Advisory Circle. Graced with a newly peeled moving picture show cut from a collage taken from the 1971 film ‘the great Mojave desert’ this is Panamint Manse with their latest hot off the presses slice of laid back sun bathed serene electronica. Like a picture post card of a summer long since passed, this delightfully sepia glowed spot of nostalgic idyll sweetly grazes its knees amid a school holidays feast of testcard lilts, rustic rambles and the nostalgic yearn of youthful innocence, a sweet bucolic bookmark best sat next to your treasured Vic Mars sorties.
another accidental find wouldn’t you know, in truth we were attracted by their name – melting walkmen. Anyway, this is available as a free download, it’s called ‘halcyon’ and to be quite frank just what we need in our life right this moment – all shouty, disruptive, edgy and austere with just the right measure of menace and scowled with a vintage cut post punk tribalism, you know the deal see sawing skin slicing riffs and dislocated rhythmic patterns which in truth were you looking for a reference marker, then a 81 / 82 era Killing Joke vintage wouldn’t look to out of the ordinary. https://soundcloud.com/meltingwalkmen/melting-walkmen-chainsaw-1
Another shot of Negative Response, not the ‘oblique angles’ full length as promised yesterday, that’s been rescheduled for a later in the week appearance. Instead, what we gather is a relatively new cut by the name ‘’til it’s over’. Sadly, absolutely no information on this, safe to say a dream weaving woodland dark light cooled with a strangely attractive pulsar remoteness that’s spared with a deeply mesmeric looping rustic motif ghosted in a radiant showering of twilight hazes which to these ears had us vaguely recalling Artery. Not done yet, a little bit of searching had us unearthing a seriously limited lathe set in an edition of 10 put out by Manufactured Desire records entitled ‘reunion’ – a by all accounts superb package that included copies of 80’s gig posters and various button badges. Anyhow, we’ve found ourselves tad taken by opener ‘drowning’. Again adored in oodles of minimalist electro whispers, there’s plenty here to have the most ardent Zoo label or Modern Eon admirer literally swept back in time to the early 80’s whilst simultaneously pricking the earlobes of those attuned to the Detox Twins’ frequency.https://soundcloud.com/negative-response-344520268/till-its-over and https://negative-response.bandcamp.com/album/reunion
stumbled across while doing a quick reconnaissance over sound cloud, now this is ethereally eerie and somewhat beautifully haunted with it. Heading out of the death of rave sound house, this is ‘for murder’ – a track culled from a new full length entitled ‘what the night is for’ by Teresa Winter. A disorientating dream land mired in sweet macabre, a place where realities / occurrences past / present and future merge and morph as one, an apparition, a spectral perhaps a lost avenging soul tormented. Whatever the case its oddly amorphous and dislocated, the electronic whispers and chill formed choral corteges cross weaving to craft a demurring though hitherto damaged purring palette that dissolves, dissipates and disconnects. https://soundcloud.com/thedeathofrave/teresa-winter-for-murder
those with a keen eye for these type of things, might well recognize the name House of Daggers from a recent Woodford Halse tape compilation, incidentally titled ‘undulating waters I’ – indeed due to a moment of laptop belligerence the house of daggers mention found itself relegated on the stand alone side lines which in case you missed it is here – https://marklosingtoday.wordpress.com/2018/09/09/house-of-daggers/ – anyhow, a message from Dave – who we’re assuming is the main mindset behind H/O/D kindly sent us a note through Facebook, which aside destroying any speculation or theories concerning us not responding to such requests, alerted us to a newly peeled cut with further tracks to come. This then is ‘Octopi’ a track culled, from what we can gather, a future full length by the name ‘bngfy’. Smoked and smoldered, ‘Octopi’ channels the kind of mind warping / expanding ambient / soft techno terrains, one time a trademark of those extended breezeblock sessions that used to grace the airwaves courtesy of selected guest musicians appearing on the Mary Ann Hobbs schedules in the late 90’s, House of Daggers take up their observational post somewhere between a super chilled Future Sound of London and a shadow lite Biosphere. The sounds primed for nocturnal listening cook a deeply immersive webbing that weaves elements of down tempo, dub step and trip hop into its minimalist fabric along the way drawing in distressed Detroit techno orphans whilst fixing an affectionate eye in the direction of a plethora of musical distractions veering from Casino vs Japan, Wagon Christ and Chris Home’s Christ. https://legsoneggs.bandcamp.com/track/octopi