DOLPHINS INTO THE FUTURE - THE MUSIC OF BELIEF CD

listening to lieven martens' new digispinnner on release the bats is enigmatic in the sense that you could never get into your cortex that this is actually not made using no recording equipment at all, and probably also not made in paradise but rather in an antwerp apartment while cars honk n holler outside. its enveloping and takes your body even more so than your mind into a different place, no pressure zone. my back is feeling better already, despite sitting on a reg kitchen chair sloping that spine into oblivion. of course since being dolphins into the future the first part is the sound of underwater holidaze and cetacean whoops and sonar, intense and really basket weave full on phil spector this time wave not wall of sound style new age. second part is a sound log of an explorer's travels over the course of seven entries. the vibe is that of a true documentation of experience of places not familiar yet perplexingly familiar, vacationing inside the rainforest inner self. it couldnt possibly take me any higher right now. heres to the possibility that it will never end.

Great Divine Rector's Call

the sounds of american doomsday cults cd faithways international

this is some seriously disturbing, displacing shit. recording of a doomsday cult with a religious gumbo background of christianity, eastern spirituality, mysticism and a handful of other thoughtsources. there's a bunch of spoken rants against rock music on here (mostly hilarious outcrys against david booie, weird al yankovic, cindy looper et al, but also really fucking scary vibes with shit about demons and fallen angels from "the pit"), as well as a ton of INTENSE in tongue mantra chanting, solo, duo and mass style, centered around a 28 minute piece of total frontal lobe annihilation, a relentless vocal drone tounge twister that unfolds like a tibetan monk chant while simultaniously holding a knife to your throat. remember that simpsons ep where rod & todd speak in tongues to comfort flanders? kinda lika that, only a hundred percent more fierce.

war never changes

pulse emitter progression to desolation LP black horizons

heavy swoops of home-built synthesizer murk. at first it sounds like swarms of primitive cybernetic moths built by some loner mechanic from parts of old junkers, coming at you from a steel grey sky before turning inside out and forming a single penetrating wave to wipe you and your family out. it then goes into weird atonal jamming, abandoned cathedral style until your mind is finally rubbed out by a giant diamond. and that's just side one.
second side is more contemplative, like the inner monologue of a really old electronic storage system. dusk falls and the machine leaves you with feelings of inner turmoil before a calm analog blanket encapsules you and lulls you into emotional ambiguity. this is not a record, it's a post-apocalyptic work of art. and it rules.

initial 3 scribblingz

warning sign live at copymax jason's birthday 1SLP american tapes

fucking weird jammer this one. johnny shithead from the lupus group jamming with new pledgemaster and drunk weirdos in a basement. it all sounds like some ancient relic of sound dug up from underneath a landfill, buried next to area 51 autopsy aliens. all horns is up to full rust, all drums are actually a lawn mower. the dust on the record is from the actual spot it was recorded on. if this is a hangover you had a pretty strange night. awesome!



åke hodell complete text-sound compositions 3CD box fylkingen records

not news, but still worth mentioning. 3 cd box with a booklet full of cool konkret poetry collages and post-dada ramblings. text-sound compositions by a fighter pilot/film maker, some in swedish and some in english, some frozen in time and some like you just scraped them off some forgotten weird tape from last year. rad politics, totally anti-establishment. worth digging out for The Djurgården Ferry across the Styx track alone. amazing and totally singular.



carlos giffoni opening the gates LP börft/ufo mongo

real slow burner. synthesizer psych-drone blackout. like watching embers in a dark cave with someone occationally dropping a cinderblock on your head. released on the mother label of enema syringe and commando laarz. comparisons to paul kelday are apt. fuck yeah...