geoff mullen & keith fullerton whitman - november 28, 2009 - upstairs - cdr - 8$
Geoff Mullen and Keith Fullerton Whitman welcome you to the new-domestic. The moving hallway is dotted with TIF frames and leads you to a center room location radiating with CMYK hum. This sonic-grand-tour was recorded live to glass, over one day in Providence, Rhode Island; a machine groove epic in movements that offers up total sonoronarrative immersion while kindling thoughts of Paul Verhoven-like industrial safehouses in which doomed plans are made. Coming from inside the walls of this micro-future, GM/KFW surge a permeating drive that shows lost footage and reveals forgotten locations, levels below. The CS-50/MT-68 combo-splices finally unveil the screen -- tomorrow into Gateway. The chimes from within lead you deeper and the screen behind you shuts off. The finale take on almost a dare I say Haruomi vibe; west meets east without overt crystallization of dialectic black helicopters and blurred out kanji. Nice and wide and deep stereo balance to boot. Seminal synth war/drama action from East coast legends that commit to the landing and stick it.
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innercity - in fetal aura - upstairs - cdr -8$
Innercity is the brainchild of Belgium's Hans Dens, a wiz from the Dreamtime think tank who has been prodigiously translating his vision journeys to DAT since 2008... anyone familiar with 666 MINUTES AT BOTTOMS OF BLACK LAKES will understand IN FETAL AURA as a natural outgrowth of his process, refined via the destruction and adaptation of loop based bedroom concrete, kraut and new age towards an auditory dreamsystem language all his own. He's also the barron of nu school Bontempi BT series jammage; the Italian stepchildren of the Casio MT series, imbued with aliased, bit damaged refuse from a time when things were simpler. IN FETAL AURA is a trip; a moving picture of animate life in pre-semiotic states of development. Within that trip Innercity reflects biological diversity in spirit form, beautifully shifting from one amorpha to to the next via repetition and mutation, like spirits basking in the coptic glow of life before consciousness. Don't fear the path to amnesia; an infinite patch wipe.. the incomplete return.-upstairs
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manic shooter - dog master teleportation - upstairs - cdr -8$
Manic Shooter's DMT is sonic weird hieroglyphs from combination Taos, New Mexico and Long Island; the hybrid of which mirrors the effect... bent clues will set you on a path while others are meant to deceive you. Powerlines whisper instructions in a non gendered voice. Mystical Hasid rapper vaporizedendlessly in interlocking dimensional mechanism. Remember this was during the initial Bush era, pre-dating 911 and thus Junior's eyeballs hadn't yet been upgraded to format terrestrial. Mirror plates in the eye cavity is how they found terrorists. Shooter was the first to command green missle control, similar to a Tartan warrior he refracted the beams himself and thus took the problem into his own hands. DMT is an in and out enhancement of this frightening time, as if the lingering confusion of a post-Inside Edition childhood had naturally spawned the devastated political mis-en-scene, building up to the 911 simulation telecast we witnessed while en route to Yusef Lateef's class when we got word of the attacks. This is also a historic document containing some of the first ever KGB MAN overdubs, as well as marking the first time in RIAA history that anyone has ever exclusively fucked with Prince of Darkness and Alphaville on a sampling level, but beyond recognition, musique concret style, plus a touch of cartoon Skinny Puppy meets Mike Patton isolated in a hotel room with a portastudio while on tour with Bungle in '97 vibes. I have recommended Trujillo to be committed to the Material Eye Institute for dog master evaluation. Enjoy it while you can and as Lou said, "watch out for worlds behind you."-upstairs
nonhorse - shadow world - upstairs - cdr - 8$
Nonhorse is G. Lucas Crane (also of Woods & Vanishing Voice) -- the anointed doors-ajar tape champ of 2009 whose mysterious pastiche decorates interior minds with an acutely virtuosic slather -- similar in vibe to hearing a 3rd gen dub of a Technics battle mix from across a Gregorian yoga studio courtyard in Second Life. Shadow World is an epic 45 minute slab of exorcism enacted upon dead field transmissions from a nuked America. Listen as Crane bushwacks through twisted metal, phantom greys and clusters of question marks that hang in the sky like polluted simulacra. As opposed to traditional characterizations of Satan as an individual being -- Crane envisions a Lucifercrum that is disguised holistically throughout the social fabric. Some lines you don't cross on purpose, it's just the environment generating variety where we'd rather there be predictability. It is in that demarcated zone where the sensuality of Shadow World makes itself most apparent. Using the barest array of items in his inventory, Crane swiftly reconciles scratch/warble riddims with pure American floorcore haunt in such a way that narration and ambiguity are forced on the listener at once, impulsively and with passion. Feel the zone between your ears -- search for a column to lean against if only for a moment before she whispers you the punchline, "power... power... power." It's not a safe place for searchers, but those that do will be compelled to search every room for answers.
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