curt owen – “home”
some warped horns that almost sounds like synths. a mournfully
sung piece, nice and subtlety accompanied, un-labelable by genre. smooth and
textured. songs bubble, thrive, rise and fall organically. kinda like one of
the guys playing with phillip glass hanging out at home and practicing his
chops. a nice, sad piano track before a collection of warped speaking. plus a blast horn ending.
listen : 'home'
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aru/bbjr – “everything / forever”
tribal rhythms under jagged guitar. kinda got that ‘apocalypse
now’ feel to, like that drum heavy jam where the natives kill the cow as
colonel kurtz meets his end. jammed out freely, some bleating morse code,
drones, strangled melodic licks, there’s a dark feel under the surface, never
shows its face fully. (extra points for weird transparent print cover/packaging.)
listen : 'everything/forever'
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sex funeral / to the lovers, farewell – “split”
sex funeral – loose jams, that build and fall back into
themselves. the horns are heavy, they shriek and spit in a variety of languages
and tones. scattering drums, organ or human bleeps, and some sorta strings maybe.
free form and falling apart. like what the backing band for dylan’s ‘rainy day
women #12/35’ played when bob wasn’t around.
to the lovers, farewell – more horns, slamming in and out of
focus, fused by bits of feedback glue, looped and grinding along to meet a
blasting noize frenzy, fast and freaked-out, fevered screams effected to death
whizzing along
listen : 'split'
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