PTAH “Ptah” C60 (self-released)

Ptah is the Egyptian god of craftsman and architects, so it’s sort of a surprise that he lives in Carbondale, Illinois, now. Or maybe it’s not – “Little Egypt,” as the area’s called, may in fact be the exact proper home a deity-turned-experimental-musician. That little nugget of information had me stroking my chin in contemplation for a while, and as I stroked, I congratulated myself on the cleverness of uncovering this little Easter egg of knowledge. Well done, me.

And go Salukis!

As the god of craftsman and architects, Ptah is also the patron manipulator of industrial worksounds: the clash and clank of hammer, the screeching metal of machine shop equipment, the strangely soothing hum of some rotor left on for a while. Over sixty minutes of finely shredded and hashed sonics – or, er, hacked and blasted sonics, depending on which of the sixty minutes is spooling through the tape head at the moment – Ptah heats up the gear till it can melt steel, then lets the recording equipment have it. Sometimes Ptah’s work even becomes songlike, the melted punk of “viii” completely ruining any tape player it spins through with its unhinged metallic shards, even as the rhythm holds it together for a while.

But it’s mostly eardrum-ruining nastiness, which, let’s face it, is almost always more fun than anything else.

Edition of 25. No two tapes have the same cover!