Showing posts with label Chaltandr. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chaltandr. Show all posts

CHALTANDR
“NumbERS" C11
(Self-Released)


Steve Reich’s bastard child, Chaltandr (SF Bay Area), comes at us with a short but sweaty barrage of cascading loops that wax & wane expertly to reveal touch & go focii & textures that never settle but lead us onto the next movement that’s overwhelming and maybe tonal but definitely textural percussive and what’s the difference between the two when there isn’t a chance to take a breath is that a fucking fog horn yes and a blow-out oh most definitely so we’re at Kirby Cove with fleeting vistas of the hazy bridge but I guess worried about ghost ships & barges in fleets like fleeting attention spans and this distorted onslaught is impending and catastrophic and sure as shit not worth a fuck for anything other than tripping out or re-setting to right like how can I collect myself, well, it’s only an 11 minute race from Side A to Side A, again, so, well, I guess,
I’ll listen to it again
For the fourth time
In a row.

Chaltandr has a serious penchant for mystique & aesthetics, btw; behold the good lookin’ ephemera documented in pix below. The mini-malist chapbook sweetens the pot ten-fold!

and/or

—Jacob An Kittenplan

CHALTANDR “eLeVeN” C25 (self-released)


Chaltandr is “either” or “or” on eLeVeN, one of two sides, depending on which faces out the tape deck on any given day. Whether you’re “either” or “or” – and to clarify, those are the titles of the two sides according to Bandcamp, not the tape itself – you’re in for a polyrhythmic digi-attack for twenty five straight minutes. You can decide for yourself how you want to be bombarded, or you can let fate have its way with you. For the latter, just close your eyes before popping this in and pressing “Play.” Can you figure out where you are? Can you figure out who you are?


--Ryan