Chaos Pendulum
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COMING SOON. A bygone relic bubbled forth from the swamp. Already in motion, every swing reveals a new sound, each wriggling like a worm in one's ear. Here documented are some of its soundings, those that resemble voices, cans, junk, jagged electronics, crude musicking, and the hum of empty rooms. Collected air expelled from muck and sludge. Edition of 50
Rejuvenate Ghosts
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COMING SOON. In unzipping the unseen and busting a frantic astral soft shoe amid a shamanic drum circle of Euro-horror phantoms, Gaël Segalen performd spiritual CPR on a roomful of ghosts that are ghosting the beat. Guided by tectonic slow-motion of her sloth spirit animal, Segalen reaches a mind-expanding peak that pulsates with the ethereal intensity of a cursed, flickering hallway. Rejuvenate Ghosts is a unique, spacey plunge — a clout-pigeon’s mustache grown on the lip of the infinite — masterfully capturing the peak suspense of a ritual where she’s truly glazing the nebula while resuscitating the wind. The “Many” are vibrating at a frequency that’ll liquefy your teeth.
Gegenbewegung
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COMING SOON. Dialogues between sounds and structures by Maximilian Glass and Marc Matter, using sampled field recordings, odd noises, snippets from YouTube and manipulated cassettes and turntables. Based on loose arrangements, pushing the process a step toward instant composition rather than free improvisation. Come feel the skittering throb of four greasy ears turned inside out. Wooden arms, real hands. Edition of 50
Ringing & Non-ringing
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COMING SOON. Julian Bradley continues in his mission to erase all heads from shoulders in a disarming effervescent manner. Amps in a new room, pitched electronics, wrapped in plastic, warped in the partial sun, the window open, clearer ringing than before, more daylight, still facing the same way. Edition of 50
The Modern World
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COMING SOON. A new album by Emmert is no more complicated than a hand-written note on the screen door that says “Come on in, help yourself to Vietnamese iced coffee, I’m out back harvesting figs.” The tools of this introspective spirit farmer’s trade are amiable and familiar — acoustic guitar, an unaffected croon, and the heartfelt delivery ingrained in longtime mountain dwellers. Organ and keyboard flourishes amble in and out of Emmert’s self-produced mixes, understated, comfortable, and exquisitely balanced. His transparent discipline supports an unyielding pursuit otherworldly melancholy extracted out of thin air with the finesse of a state-of-the-art dehumidifier. The tempo is a warm pulsation. The harmonies shimmer and wobble. Via lyrics that are often achingly personal, The Modern World delivers near-cosmic insight on intuitive levels that are not convincingly accounted for. Anyone in doubt, fine, grab a soapbox and explain it to us. Western Carolina’s most prolific soul harvester is a seer of the invisible, a describer of the unexplainable, a distiller of the perpetually elusive, and he does not fuck around. Edition of 50