Showing posts with label Big Sleep Records. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Big Sleep Records. Show all posts

THE DOLL “Hiss” (Big Sleep Records)




Is it weird that I keep picking up this tape, hoping against hope that the luscious red bubble wrap adorning its j-card will somehow become tactile enough that I can pop it with gleeful abandon? Does it help or make it worse that the sound of bubble wrap popping is a central element in lead track “Bubblewrap”? Is it concerning to anyone else that I’ve now just dug through my trash looking for any scrap of bubble wrap among the discarded Amazon boxes (damn you, Amazon, and your giant bags of air!) and mailers that these cassettes come in?

I’m going to say, yes, worse, and hopefully.

But that’s not why I’m here. Or you either. You’ve got work today, you need to stay focused.

The Doll manipulates sound – that’s a given! – but these field recordings tell a story grounded in everyday events, in real life, in the physical world around us that we can touch and feel and embrace – and pop! Throughout “Hiss,” during which there’s a lot of the titular sonic flourish, The Doll observes, records, and reflects, flashing commentary on the disposability of objects through the sound associated with them. Take the car alarm on “Home Sweet Home” for example – the impermanence of an automobile is juxtaposed against the idea of a lasting place of dwelling, yet the imposition of the noise reinforces the idea that the car is going to wind up as junk at some point. Also, the home itself is violated by the noise, a crack in its ironclad defenses as a place of safety, maybe to the point where the home will one day be abandoned itself.

Disposability! Bubble wrap! We pop it, it flattens, and oceans more of it is manufactured. We live, we die, and other people fuck to replace us. Circle of life. This time I mean that.

But still, the noises burbling out of this one are cool. See where it takes you.

The Doll 

Big Sleep Records


--Ryan

THE KENDAL MINTCAKE
"All-Star Erotic Hypnosis" C30
(Big Sleep Records)




Last year, I had the good fortune to review TKM’s split with Patrick Cosmos, also put out by TKM’s own Big Sleep Records, and I was fucking floored. The hallucinatory layers of ever-tweeked drone had me seeing worlds within enchanted worlds as I sat on the floor, eyes closed, with headphones. This release, however, mmnnotsomuch.

Printing on the inside of the J-Card:

“DO YOU CARE ABOUT PROCESSES? YES? READ THIS:
These tracks were built by taking well-loved songs, flattening them
down to mono and feeding them into an outboard monophonic MIDI
convertor. Two discrete passes of these conversions were then fed
into two synths each and the results are presented here.”

The effect is akin to a robot coming to life, seeing two meatbags performing a “free-jazz” concert, and saying to itself, “Shee-yit…I can do that all on my own, using internal synthesizers.” Despite having concrete source material, the end result is somehow still themelessly masturbabory, noise-for-noise-sake. Only track 6, “The Lover Speaks About the Monsters” hints at the command of space and mood TKM are capable of. Yeah, I’d probably appreciate this release more, had I not such high expectations from the precedent they’d already set. At least they’re exploring? Hrm…

https://bigsleeprecords.bandcamp.com/album/the-kendal-mintcake-presents-all-star-erotic-hypnosis

-- Jacob An Kittenplan

PATRICK COSMOS/ THE KENDAL MINTCAKE
“Finally My Friends/Your Credit Card Has Already Been Charged” C38
(Big Sleep Records)




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


- - Jacob An Kittenplan