So, it’s Halloween-Twenty-Fifteen here and I’ve just now
finished listening to two soul-disturbingly great tape submissions… and godDAMN
if it isn’t great to be back in the realm of not subconsciously worrying if
maybe the consonant shift of those last choral frequencies wasn’t just an
allusion to self-termination…
Patrick Cosmos usually has his hands in more dance-y electro-pies,
but this split release finds him beat-less and euphorically meditative, with
tons of timbre-waving phased-out synthesizer drones, e-bowed electric guitar
amblings (kinda like a slow Eno/Fripp tripp kinda a lot), heroically slow,
cascading melodica arpeggios, and some deep, warbly major key low end. This
lone 18.5 minute star-gazer is so nostalgic and sugary, it could make your
cheeks hurt, and it’s exactly what I needed after those aforementioned
soul-bummer (great! But still melancholy at their most manic) tapes. Great for a positive, recharging zone-out!
The Kendal Mintcake has me nearly hallucinating!
Track one evokes images of speed-demon faeries tearing ass
through an enchanted woods teeming with life, the lightning dust falling in
their wake giving birth to myriad magical flowers who in turn yield further and
further delights. The busy soundworlds created dance delicately around each
other, never stepping on the others’ toes, but further egging them on.
Track
two feels like if you took the first track’s business and slowed it down one
thousand percent and transmitted to the asteroid belt. The effect is amazing.
Electro-acoustic glimmerings, glacial swells & recessions, & the
perfect balance of consonant/dissonant interplay of Hertz. Towards the end, I
began to wonder if an Irish comet might dance a jig, given the right radio
waves were to somehow simultaneously resonate it.
Track
3 the missing link betwixt 1 & 2! Jonathan Livingston Seagull breaks
through the fifth wall and soars into eternity.
Track
4 embodies the loneliness of abandoned satellites and all those secrets that
refuse to die. The mortality of the etic truths passed back and forth
unwittingly and unknowingly.
I
really hope that Big Sleep Records keeps ‘em coming!
and/or
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- Jacob An Kittenplan
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