It’s
actually not a bong-rip-cough, my lungs are burning like hell from this breath
of fresh air. Not sure if I can fully share my appreciation for what these two
goofball/visionaries are doing here without proselytizing my own agenda. Maybe
our goals are one and the same? I fell in love with tapes b/c they’re a vehicle
for passing around sonic idears without the forced mystique of production.
Anybody can grab a used Tears for Fears cassette from the thrift store, slap a
sticker over the text or carve out the lettering, put tape over the top, and
dub onto it the weirdest shit they can possibly dream up. The ritual of dubbing
and collating the package are all a labor of love and it’s so great to swap
with like ambitious minds, or just drop one off at a record store and hope that
the creativity and playfulness infects others.
This
artifact is a ten minute dream sequence of, to my interpretation, someone who
tries (succeeds in?) getting hit by a car so they can sue and make rent. Sonic
themes ally themselves with hip hop/spoken word, but musique concrete plays
such an important part, as does lifted r&b samples, loose guitar loops, and
subtle humor. “my make up is running…it looks good…is that a real ant, or a
robot ant? …I squash it…and it forms a perfect blush.”
I
can’t fucking wait to pass this along to friends involved with spoken word/DJ
culture. If you live in MA, please give Granny Frost and Deep Wizard a big ol’
bear hug from Berkeley!
and/or
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Jacob An Kittenplan
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