sarah's charity - final ocular distortion - jk tapes - cass - 5$
Mysterious mechanized mayhem; fried meditation out of Denmark. Electricity is erupted sonically, sound-based entities converted; persistently psychedelic. Naturally synthetic technology is used paradoxically as a method of coming into chimerical contact with natural forms. Dangling metallic tones drip from the mountains, gear-heavy ruminative drones amass on top of ocean, we are closer to what is real--surreal reality.
-jk
john thill - the sluts - jk tapes - cass - 5$
The man; the legend; the dude; John Thill. With ever-expanding infinite influence, JT brings pure pop gems to the table with purely anti-pop subtexts, and this paradox is probably one of the most radicle things on earth. Raw yet filtered, "The Sluts" is a retrospective look at an incredibly maturated man; transformations captured lyrically, but on the micro- and the macro- scale. Folk that challenges the mind, the body, and the spirit; crisping lo-fi aesthetic captive in the a stream of flowing cerebrospinal in the mind of the man that should've redefined last generation. "Where did all the good men go?" Well, they are John Thill.
-jk
kenji siratori - end of this world - jk tapes - cass - 5$
Endlessly building, bleak, destroyed electronic waste pours onto the world; the atmosphere doesn't stand a chance, and not even Will Smith will survive. Pure unrelenting power, an apathetic apocalypse: the world seems ready to end. Completely fresh, completely conscious, complete. Four parts that elapse about forty minutes; those familiar with Kenji's nonlinear, bizarro work with prose may appreciate this on another level (evidently David Bowie is really into it:) intra-media expression never made more sense.
-jk
mossy throats / scissor shock - jk tapes - cass - 5$
Two uniquely individual mid-western brobots explore sonic solidness, individually. Stylized jams come crystallize to form an entity totally intangible. Mossy Throats, Dan from Haunted Castle's solo outlet, occupies the first side--atmospheric incantations, mind ripping (tape + voice) manipulations, aesthetically accurate progressive awareness. Spiky drones drenched with electronic force prove to be an epic look within the michi-ground. Indiana epitaph Scissor Shock throws down on the other side--definitely some internally next-level jams. Digital distractions are controlled in chaos. Sounds create a puzzle that no one but their creator can solve, but; that can make for a totally dynamic experience. Electrocuted and (re)electrocuted shoegazed d's that can be enjoyed on both the macro and micro level. Two solo outlets uniting to create something more than themselves--an epic exploration Magellan would've likely approved of.
-jk
social junk - jk tapes - cass - 5$
Hyper-Hypnotic; electronics that'll take you on the journey of yr life-time. An almost topographical sonic documentation of Kentucky purity: meadows of peaks and pitches drift from pillar to post. Deep in the forest, animals jam these jams at frequencies only the can perceive. Secretive strings chill in the trees, while electronics escape in the wind outside. Synchronized naturalness, time has defiantly stopped: No, just an epic sixty-minute extroverted look inward--social gold. [100]
-jk
wether - y - jk tapes - cass - 5$
Atmospheric abundance must discharge itself from Mike's homestead with
regularity; the sticky dense distortion most likely liquidates the
surrounding landscape, the rodents probably dig it, though. Hypnotic
timber's build upon each other, working together to fill whatever
atmosphere this 'j' is presented in. This atmosphere progressively
begins to blow minds, totally psych, totally in the bad-trip type of
way, though--it's unnerving how much sense this recording makes.
Collaborative art, again, this time, double drawing, in an edition
numbered to fifty.
-jk
loopool - spells - jk tapes - 1 sided cass - 5$
jean-paul garnier is pretty much always surprising us / reinventing himself; this album's pretty vigorously vocally focused--pretty slimy, some parasite is droning up yr leg, but some beautifully placed vocals are pretty much acting as insecticide. that is, it totally works, total balance, totally zzzen: way limited to thirty.
-jk
nonhorse/horsehead - split - jk tapes - cass - 6$
Besides being like my favo[u]rite "bands," and both having h-o-r-s-e in succession, in their "band" names, these dudes have pretty much nothing in common. This thematic unification, though, I promise, won't dissappoint. G. Lucas Crane (moniker, here, Non-Horse) is a straight up musical magician, an avid sound collector that doesn't just let his collection sit on a shelf and gather dust, but rather, puts in all together totally mysteriously and creates a sound that words honestly can't really capture (total honesty, no cliches here, dudes); the twenty minute totally live and totally "worth the eight hour drive." Flip this C40 over and your pretty much in a polar universe; these So-Cal teens Horse Head can pretty much put anyone in a good mood with their anomalous aria intertwined with those memorable down-tempo beats, yr sure to wish you were chilled out with these dudes bathing in the sun. LTD100
-jk
german - jk tapes - cdr - 5$
No sauerkraut here, dudes, sorry? It's kinda' bizarre that their title is geographically restrictive, because this album definitely seems pretty universal to me--'throw some d's' rippled, teeter-totter, memorizing percussion that'll surely bring you back to yr evolutional roots in Africa over some totally esoteric keys, the same one's most of us only get in our (lucid) dreams. These tracks certainly could pass for BOMB of the first few Raccoo-oo-oon practice sessions, in my mind, a least. LTD50
-jk
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maple arms - s/t - jk tapes - cass - 5$sold out
'I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, toto.' No, but seriously: Kansas native Matthew Hoppock, of Sanitary records and Manipulator Alligator, creates an ozzly refreshing piece that is sure to melt yr brains (causing them to leak out of yr ears). For these twenty plus minutes you can close your eyes and a tuneful tornado will sweep you into a magical land, and once there you'll embark on a quest encountering loops, boots, hoops, and scoops. These ten jams are fresh, mixed motivational records over static-y keyboards, mysterious electronics, familiar samples yet all these come together in a nice clean way, beautiful compositions. Fresh and Clean. Definitely.
In a numbered edition of seventy-five handmade, hand painted, hand screened fold over cases-jk
jazzfinger - king murnam - jk tapes - cass - 5$sold out
Perpetually progressing; eventually exploring (everything), imaginative runes leave the listener lost in lull. Delicate melodica melodies paradoxically coexist with destroyed clusters of sound to create a unique, individualized entity; improvisation and composition exist together as one. Hypnotically unconstricting, "King Murnam" ceaselessly crashes on the mind; limbs begin to be controlled externally, and the clock stops. Drenching the English with drones long before it was easy to, this tape is an important document in a (legendary) decade-spanning Jazzfinger.
-br
futurians / rise of the cat city cult - split - jk tapes - cass - 3$ sold out
The southern hemisphere is weird, totally weird. New Zealand's especially mysterious and it's where all the dudes featured on this tape come from: they're the best the Land of the Long White Cloud has to offer . Elizabeth II endorses the Futurians as the dirtiest shredders her barnacle'd ears have ever heard-- the shredding sounds of the Futurians emit the dark and dank punk of yr neighbors' garage, assuming yr neighbors are totally raw, totally awesome, and totally from the 80's. But seriously, take off yr sludgy classes and put on a nice slick pair of sunglasses for Side B, Rise of the Cat City Cult transplant space in Oceania and offer. In the year 2055 aliens will be on earth, they'll discover this tape and rock to the blasting beats (if sounds could be colors, these would be totally neon) all night long. Ginja Krunch, Dr.MeowMeow, and Klam will be global celebrities! Live the past, the present and the future...seriously pickk this up--in a numbered edition of 60 copies, totally hand-dubbed, hand-painted, DIY shit. Just like messy metalic marvelousness...and packaging to match!
-jk
acre / honed bastion - split - jk tapes - cass - 5$sold out
acre] deep, deep minimalistic mind-ripping drones + [honed bastion (dead/bird sideproj)] intuitive tonal proficiency; a nominal mind-melter indeed; these dudes are pretty much legends in their respective niche's.
-jk
tunnels - cluster of rainbows for the angel who announces the end of time - jk tapes - cdr - 6$sold out
Fantastical ROY G. BIV; dreamy drones emerge, conquering your body, there's no other choice: you much accept this sleepy sonic subversion: drenched out guitar that'll take you sky high. Fluidity: guitars, synth, and voice create blurry beauty. One hour long slow burner that is certainly one of the most dynamic experiences of my sonic saga--sparse--Portland bro's most definitely know how to conjure up a pot of psych--conceptual xerox cover art, ambient insert, and sticker-ed cd's; in a first edition of fifty.
-jk
various - jk1 - 2xcassette - 7$sold out
two totally packed cassettes make for one totally packed experience. a ton of original tracks that are just fantastic and ultra-variant, nevertheless they all come together (somehow) in one cohesive entity. an aesthetic that is almost worth of this sonic transfusion of time and space-- full color printers, lots of spray paint, lots of beads, lots of diy! i think i have carpal tunnel (or whatever.)
i can't even begin to tell you, how much i love each and every one of these bands, truly amazing, and i'm truly grateful.
sideja:
shearing pinx
child pornography
goliath bird eater
yuma nora
gowns panther
wolf tracks
gastric female reflex
sidejb:
silver daggers
rose for bohdan
the pope
scissor shock
whitman
the stomach aches
horse head
nicholas gitomer (of my little red toe)
the end springs
new grenada
sideka:
french quarter
the golden hours
jacob smigel
the sharp ease
sink charmer
cole miller
ponies in the surf
maple arm
las vegas club
manipulator alligator
foot foot
the futurians
tent city
sidekb:
warmth
treetops
oopool
quilts
nada nuevo
haunted castle
kevin shields
dan winkler
nataraja - venetian blinds - jk tapes - cass - 5$sold out
Formless, yet totally purposeful impressionism from Travis of Warmer
Milks; totally blow out guitars layered over mysterious might, it's
almost meteorological. The tape's totally autumn: breezy synths,
rain-drop-drop percussive jewels, air-shifting riffs; when a recording
reveals an certain experiential wisdom, (here through some sort of
kaleidoscopic spasmodic vermism) it's clear t-t-t-totally precise
artistry was necessary--totally "next level" material. In addition of
fifty (and numbered) totallly full-color "double cover insert" tape.
-jk
VxPxC - everyone will burn - jk tapes - cass - 5$sold out
Constantly weaving between snarl and structure, it's almost hard to
define the VxPxC in words. Bubbling electronics begin to bubble over,
but soon the electronics stove is turned off; kitchen-pot contact
mic-ery detonates, but the LA bro's soon are able to reassemble the
kitchenette percussion; accordion ambles around, but it eventually
erupts. Sometimes the piece doesn't apex expectantly--a more poetic
improvisational experience: wavering melodica offers a certain,
undeniable pace, superseding vocal hauntings, uncontrolled hiss; you
never quite know what to expect from these three l-a-masterminds, but
it's clear that the layers of perpetually spiraling beats seem are
artistically aware in a fashion that most of us can't seem to
comprehend--this master's totally rad. In an addition of fifty
numbered tapes, double spray-painted-diamond labels, with a full color
x-tra-insert.
-jk
widening horizon – s/t – arbor / jk tapes- cass –5$ sold out
Just when you thought all was about to fade to grey an epic expanse of orange, blue, and a phenomenon known as the “green glow” blinds you. The rolling hills seem endless, maybe they are(who really knows). At this moment of severe spatial reconsideration dual guitar drones, one electric, one acoustic, seem to rise up from the ground right under your feet. The contents of this tape are organic/communal compositions of guitar, sampler, synth, recorder, and percussion. The flow of consciousness is ever flowing/never slowing(at least for 17 minutes). The first in a series of coreleased tapes (w/ bro label jk tapes)featuring Treetops+Laissez-Faire. Horizontally oriented jams for an up and down kind of world. In a numbered edition of 40 tapes in full color double sided wraparound styled j-cards and sealed with a sticker.
-arbor
fossils - all the homicides - jk tapes - cass - 5$ sold out
Constantly crumbling discombobulated gnarled sketches captured to
tape; shit goes down hard way up North. Pulsing impetus; at the
micro-level everything's a bit claustrophobic, it's completely
distressing to try to decode everything that's going on--drill-ed
tapes, ever present-ever lasting tonal static: annihilation. When you
take a step back, though, it's totally beautiful; it's epic-factor
parallels the apocalypse, but that'd be totally beautiful in the same
way: burning buildings, burning tones; tectonic disaster, sonic
explosion. Probably the strangest JK Tape to date; in a numbered
edition of fifty with a National Geographic collage-d cover + insert.
-jk
treetops - a serene dream - jk tapes - cass (c-10) - 5$ sold out
A transition album in search of tolerance; "treetops", here, drops
alls the bells and whistles that have previously tainted his
recordings--the radiant rawness he probably should've started with.
Mike played a show or two, and it pretty much seems like he had an
epiphany (evidence: this recording); down-wind-ed spa-ra-tic beats cut
the foggy chunky delayed confusion in tiny pieces, pieces so small
that this confusion begins to become bewitching; the experience truly
seems a lot more intimate than other recordings you may have heard.
One continuous strain of siked captured on a walgreen's cassette
player--the more lo-fi dynamic totally works for this bro. Truly
Treetops "transitional" album, seems like there's a lot of sweeeet
things down the line for this sneering youth; in a numbered edition of
fifty with collaborative art-work (killer photo collage addition to
the edition by the band).
-jk
family battle snakes - subtle hole equation - jk tapes - cass - 5$sold out
Telepathic synchronization; static, greek-born, harmonization that's
all too like home, a jam consistent with all the other
Bill-K-Mind-Rips I've heard--density controls: clairvoyant drones fill
and re-fill the environment they are dropped in; more dynamic than
that, though, because the whole thing is dipped in rotten murk that
eventually begins to balm; the suspense just adds to the s-s-s-siked
factor. HEAVY sythns layered over meaningful merkiness--progression
mirroring a snake's activity; from lightness to darkness, each
uniquely appealing--a tonal blast reveals itself, and your mind is
pretty much ripped, the twenty minutes are over. In a numbered edition
of fifty with full color covers, inserts, and labels + lightly
caramelized tapes.
-jk
diamond lemonade - jk tapes - cass - 5$sold out
Whether it be getting out tons of great jams vis-à-vis his Tape Tek imprint or creating tons of great jams vis-à-vis Shivers + Aosuke, Ulf Schütte has defined himself as a positive youth demigod across the way in Deutschland. With Diamond Lemonade, the bro seems to be exploring tape manipulated sonic diversity. Weaving in and out with pendulum preciseness, the jams are overwhelming; lower yr inhibitions, and you'll be instantly chilled. Melodic mystery terrorizes the left-side of yr brain, the right-side of brain relaxes in euphoria. Gear-light jams never made more sense, in individually water-colored aesthetically inebriating, HEAVY line drawn j-cards. [75]
-jk
ajilvsga - behind the masked spirit - jk tapes - cass -5$sold out
Chants that continuously crawl across the middle of what America was. Forever elapsing in distance; time is snafu, unable to react; those within the crawl collapse: clay utensils shatter. No fear, they will be rewarded: the harvest will be like it never has been before. Electronics simply capture an organic perception that surrounds us all; Brad "Eccentric" Rose and Nathan "Organic" Young creatively grasp these vibes in their crafted, compact cover of choice. Interacting with their surrounding, dips of drone dandle thicket, dangling percussion pierces the clay that is the earth, the animals dance around sonic flame. Aseptic: the most somber Ajilvsga jam to date, the closest to the earth; spirits will crawl out for this jam, will you?
-jk