The new batch of Baked Tapes releases came out this past winter, and I'm sorry I neglected them for this long. It's been nearly two years since they released the last batch and all of these are strong releases. You can check them all out on bandcamp http://bakedtapes.bandcamp.com/. I'm short on time here, so I'm just going to copy/paste from the label's website, but all of these come recommended, and for goodness sakes, pick up the Grasshopper and Telecult Powers LPs while your at it.
LONG DISTANCE POISON "Rare Human" c42
Greenpoint Brooklyn trio Long Distance Poison bring two monumental slabs of primordial synthesis to a fresh brew here with "Rare Human". Pulling itself from the bubbling murk of ancient ponds onto the banks of the dawn of civilization, a soundtrack to life's first glimpses up to the limitless heavens.
ANDREW SCOTT YOUNG "Warm White Light" c32
Self-described as his "God-Bless-America-Mr. Holland's-Opus-Style tribute" to his high school orchestra teacher, the collision of strings, piano, voice, reeds, percussion and fireworks erupting over the A-Side feels like the chance meeting of Crumb, Partch, Penderecki and Ives; sipping highballs and puffing pipes, hillside, on a breezy July 4th evening. Side B sees Young go electric of sorts with sideways boogies and left-footed shuffles in a new vision of absolutely fucked "dance hits".
HEAD BOGGLE "Backed Tape" c29
To say Derek Gedalecia marches to the beat of his own LFO would be an understatement. In an era where the sudden renewed infatuation with the synthesizer has led to an endless supply of formulaic sound-alike projects, Head Boggle stands alone, miles from where anyone else dare venture. The beautifully disorienting sounds Gedalecia conjures recalls the ever elusive x-factor guiding the forefathers of electronic music and concrete before him, and seemingly lost in that of any of his contemporaries - a sense of wonder, the wanderlust for experimentation and the sheer brilliance of the spark of possibility.
DADS AGAINST VIETNAM "Courage" c27
Far from the dreamy "world of tomorrow" utopian optimism the futurists hoped for, or bleak uniformity of the robotic age and conveyor-belt societies it feared, Josh Millrod (Grasshopper, Hexbreaker Quartet) sends us a completely different report back from the future, and shit's damaged! The sky and oceans run prismatic with the pollutants and discharge of centuries of neglect and shareholder-driven compromise. The nuclear winds have left this rock nearly uninhabitable, aside from those prosperous enough to vacate, leaving the rest to otherwise adapt or perish. These are their folk-songs.
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