Showing posts with label Braeyden Jae. Show all posts
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BRAEYDEN JAE “culture complicit” (HEL Audio)




One late evening in SLC, Utah, November 2014, Braeyden Jae recorded(in Braeyden’s words) a pair of ”raw, reactionary improvisations performed on bass guitar.“

Each of the pieces, (culture, and complicit) clock in at 14:36. Minimal in nature, these are dives into the low-end of the community pool. There is dread, there is foreboding, listen close, and you will hear the ancient mariner’s tale of doing donuts in the buoyant Great Salt Lake. The salinized strings expand beyond the definition of a rhythm instrument. A lone captain gazing down at a pair of olive Wellies, grounds down on the planks of a wayward schooner, landlocked and droughty. This vessel is drawn to distant shores, and is bound to skip like a stone into the great western puddle.

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--Adam Padavano

BRAEYDEN JAE / ANT’LRD (Whited Sepulchre)




Ohio’s Whited Sepulchre label began their catalogue with a double dose of titles involving SLC’s Braeyden Jae, Fog Mirror and this fun split with Portland’s Ant’lrd.

Braeyden’s side is a natural companion to the Fog Mirror LP. The initial composition, Soft Reunion (For Keith), is a bit of timestretched noise and digital manipulation tangled with a bit of rolling ambience that Jae is known for. Side A continues with Endless Endings (For Bryce) which is carefully positioned over the first cut to allow continuity. A new composition of familiar elements: decimated noise and bright ghosting chords. Braeyden’s side ends with another dedication piece, Infinity Charm (For Ann). Jae tones down the white noise and gives full reign to the organ tones. Through the clues of the track titles, Jae seems to be constructing symbols of each recipient with audio representation. Keith and Bryce may be a little grittier and up front than Ann; Ann may be easy going and… spiritual. Joseph (me) may be reading into this more than he should. This side of material, like most of the Braeyden Jae material I have heard provides an image of the duality of existence: everything is beautiful and terrible at any given moment depending on your allowances and lenses. A listener could focus on the rough noisey backgrounds or the beautiful notes in the foreground. Some listeners may enjoy both in unison. Jae has a place for everyone.

Ant’lrd’s side is a clear departure from the A. Side B contains many similar elements but used in entirely different ways. Dream River Dark Artifact is presented in three sections: bright phased chords and field recorded knocks, tremolo picked guitar and looping synth lines, and spacey tones bounding over found sound vignettes. The first trilogy is committed to Eddy and the second, The Dark Between Stars, is pledged to Crawford. The Dark Between Stars is composed of metallic edges and organ swells, crumbled low end blotches and light muttering sine waves, intermittent panning and more recordings of intimate spaces. Ant’lrd’s collection is a bit more for the impatient or adventurous listener with many more unforeseen turns and hurdles throughout than the patient pace of Braeyden Jae’s side.

The split is an admirable work of gratitude from both artists and Whited Sepulchre which was made possible by a small set of donors and helpers. The community is apparent and the labor of love shines through in all facets.

LIYL: Astral & Shit, Hakobune, Amulets

-- Joseph Morris

SISTER GROTTO & BRAEYDEN JAE
“Born to Lose/Born to Leave”
(Antiquated Future)



This collaboration between Sister Grotto, aka Madeline Johnston, who conceived it, and Braeyden Jae, who provided “additional instrumentation,” could only have gestated in the dark places where despair lurks. That’s right, this is not an uplifting journey, kids, across landscapes where on the other side you’ll find redemption. This is the unfortunate, sad path blazed by those who have loved too much and met with only tragedy for their efforts. This is long-form experimental catharsis, where loss is channeled into texture and stretched until the continuous cycle of human misery resembles a fuzzy blanket made out of guitar tones.  Are you a glutton for emotional punishment? And if you’re not, why on earth would you listen to music in the first place?

Make no mistake, this is masterful work. “Born to Lose” is minimal and melancholy guitar cloaked in static, representing confusion and turmoil in the face of having to constantly move forward to survive. The mere suggestion of the title that we’re on our own and there’s no way out of the endless wretched cycle of our lives reflects the pensive nature of the track, and the periodic chord resolutions only underscore the heartwrenching drudgery of our travels. There’s no way to win. And there’s no way we can stay here.

Which is where “Born to Leave” steps in, and builds a cathedral of sound to escape. By its midpoint, it’s clear that the point is to get out, to get lost, to give up and burn and rise in a final arc of spiritual glory. It’s time to leave Earth, leave people, leave everyone we’ve ever loved and disappointed. We’ve died, that’s it. Or at least listening to it feels like passing over to the other side, something so truly final that there’s never any going back. Or maybe that’s being a little too dramatic (which is almost impossible given the nature of this tape). Maybe it’s just meant as a paean to leaving in general, moving on, changing, adapting. Even though it’s catastrophic to experience, at least there’s closure. There’s always fucking closure.

The point is, why wallow in misery? This tape, while sad, is also a reminder to live life, and “Born to Leave” blooms majestically over its last seven minutes or so to underscore just that sentiment. It’s a reminder to grab every moment and embrace every second you’re with people you love. Don’t worry that it’ll likely all end in tragedy – such is the nature of life and death, I suppose – you gotta make like Dead Poet’s Society and carpe diem, baby, even though that reference makes me sound like a boring undergrad. Whatever. You shouldn’t buy this tape because you enjoy lengthy guitar drone workouts; instead, buy it because you want to feel again, and then turn it around and make something better of your life.




--Ryan Masteller

BRAEYDEN JAE “Turnings” (Inner Islands)



Being overwhelmed by this guitar ambience right now, strums, hiss, and crackle of “ons” leading off this remarkable tape, knowing that “loved” kind of has a folk bent to it, even shoegaze, and the recording technique is so lovingly applied because that the layer of grit just lends a wonderful sense of nostalgia to it, and I guess I can’t write about each individual song (although I really want to because really, how do you get such consistently gorgeous tone?), so I’ll skip over a couple and hit “lifting again” because the guitar is so clean and delayed but still hissy (it’s a heartbreaker, kids!), and the tape closes with a song called freaking “distance,” and it actually sounds like distance, like reminiscing and longing and wistfulness and synonyms for that, and I’m absolutely lost in it, and oh, the tape’s over, ha, look at this I did a whole review as a run-on sentence (sorry everybody, see if you can follow it, but if you can’t, tough!), but the moral is: buy this tape – oh wait, it’s sold out; I guess you have to buy the mp3s, and when you do, thank me for turning you on to this heavenly stuff, because ohmygodbraeydenjae’ssogood (I couldn’t even type spaces in between letters, I’ve melted!).




--Ryan Masteller