One of the great pleasures of listening to cassettes is
that this outdated audio platform is inexpensive to both produce and
purchase. Often when I visit my local record store which offers a
fantastic selection of tapes I make my purchases based upon the visuals
of the item alone. More often than not I know little to nothing about
the artist or producer of the object. Because the cassette ranges in
price from free-$10 (I won't pay higher than that and even then I need
some real convincing) with an average price of $4, if I get a cassette
that is insultingly bad I don't feel too guilty just tossing it, reusing
the cassette for another recording or giving it to a friend.
This is liberating for the artist. If the artist is to
produce a cassette which is a failure, it's not the end of his/her
career. They can quickly and easily produce a new cassette. It's not
like a hollywood director who makes one flop and then his/her career is
done for the next ten years (if their career is not permanently
destroyed). For some reason M. Night Shamalama-ding-dong is an
exception to this rule. Seriously, did you see "Signs"? The movie was
so insulting to my intelligence it's an unsolved mystery why any
producer allowed him to get near a camera again. But I regress from the
topic ...
As a result, cassette tapes are often experimental.
Artists can afford to travel down paths they'd be too afraid to try
otherwise, but they still get to have the satisfaction of producing an
object.
"Broken Machine Films Presents - Album 02 - the
gravity - sophtimore" is a perfect example of this trend. When I
received it, it was very mysterious and intriguing. First off, it's
title is confusing. There is only font on the spine of the cassette,
with the exception to the words "MEM 36" on the back paper flap and "A"
and "B" written on both sides of the cassette. There is no contact, no
website, track listing, artist credits, recording information, NOTHING.
Because the font size of the text is basically uniform to the naked eye
("Broken Machine Films Presents..." is slightly larger in font size)
I'm not even sure what the name of the act is. Is the name of this act
"The Gravity"? Or "Sophomore?" Why is it presented to me by a Film
company?
The cover of the cassette gave me little to go
on too. It is an overexposed close up photo of a pretty woman dressed
in lipstick with her eyes closed.
I rather
enjoyed the ambiguous design decisions. I enjoyed imagining I found it
on my front steps like Bill Pullman found a video tape on his in "Lost
Highway". To prolong this fantasy, I made an executive decision to not
ask my digital overlord google what this object was so I could review
the sound objectively.
When I placed it in my player, it starts off with
what sounds like an early seventies game show opening credits theme.
Sexy disco horns, banging drums, I just got asked to be in the showcase
showdown! The track ends after 22 seconds however. Then a few seconds
later it switches to a solum spanish guitar solo. But after fifteen
seconds it's over. Now I'm listening to what could be the music to a
Miami Vice Drug Bust montage. Don Johnson in a Hawaiian shirt telling
some sleaze balls to "freeze!" is the first mental image I get in my
head. But after just over 3 minutes, this is over too! Now I'm hearing a
lonesome voice recorded on a phone voice mail machine while reverb
guitars play in the background. That ends after less than a minute and
I'm hearing symphonic strings, brass instruments and an organ. This
ends after a minute and is followed by a cowboy folk song about drug
awareness that is recorded at a slowed down pace so the vocalist sounds
like a deep bass. Are you beginning to get the idea?
What unifies all these tracks is that they all sound
dated. Not necessarily dated to the same time period, but these are
all sounds from a distant past. In all honesty, these are sounds that
can no longer be captured because of the advancement of technology. Of
course you can still play a lonesome cowboy song and you can make a
recording on a voice mail machine, but there is a "grime" and "dirt" to
these sounds which is reminiscent of late night exploitation films from
days past and fantastic VHS finds at Salvation Armies.
For those with ADD or enthusiasts of nostalgic sonic
documents, this tape is a treat. That said, side B of this tape is
less successful. This is because unlike side A which is dominated by
constantly fluctuating tracks, about half of side B sounds like an
Indian Yoga Work Out video. Now, I'm not hating on Indian music or work
out videos. But something is lost when the tracks aren't as spastic as
a Charles Bronson power-violence record. The Yoga Work Out video track
simply goes on for too long. I actually love the music, but it is
constantly interrupted by an instructor's voice telling me to "shimmy
left" and then "leg kick". The instructions are humorous, but I'd
rather just focus on the music itself. About two minutes of this track
would have been enough for me to get the idea, but it goes on for about
half of side B.
When I was done listening to the cassette, I decided
to pay my bills, think about my dead loved ones and return to the world
of digital oppression. The nostalgic fantasy was over. The illusion
wore off and I asked google what this was.
As
it turns out this tape isn't played by an eccentric genius who can
switch genre like the flip of a switch. It is a concept album. From the
artist's website, here is his description of the tape in his own words.
"Lost
and obscure 8mm and VHS audio samples, family cassette ramblings,
meditation pieces, found deceased-persons mini cassettes from old
answering machines, long since defunct band practice sessions from
original 4-track tapes, influential forget-me-nots, field recordings,
and various other ancient retro-phemera from times gone by. Recorded
straight to 25 year old cassette tape stock.
30 years in the making... Enjoy."
-Joshua Rogers (aka Broken Machine Films)
30 years in the making... Enjoy."
-Joshua Rogers (aka Broken Machine Films)
Mr.
Rogers must have regularly attended thrift shops and garage sales to
make this compilation and I applaud his efforts. The end result is a
sampler of time capsule chachkis. Less interesting and mundane sounds
are edited out to bring you the best of grandpa's closet.
This tape is why I like cassettes. This release is a
casual but well edited mix tape of recordings that could have easily
been lost to history. Admittedly, I'm too much of a novice to cassette
culture to know if this is a "thing" that people do, but in any case
this is successful experiment and one of those "why didn't I think of
that" projects. And if you don't like it, no worries. It's probably
like $3. Ask for you money back and buy two king size snickers bars.
-- Jack Turnbull www.jackturnbull.com
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