Tabs Out | Tereshkova – Chunks of Monochrome Rainbows

Tereshkova – Chunks of Monochrome Rainbows

10.22.19 by Ryan Masteller

Jeff Lane is Tereshkova, and Jeff also runs Never Anything Records, a bastion of delicious weirdoness with an aesthetic as recognizable as Astral Spirits’. I have to get this all out of the way early, otherwise I’ll be wasting time on details you can just look up on your own on the Bandcamp page. If your time is as precious to you as mine is to me, then you’ll be thanking me for allowing you some free moments to work on your manuscript or your self-portrait or your noise set. Here is a preemptive “You’re welcome.”

Or you could spend those extra moments on “Chunks of Monochrome Rainbow,” which I’m doing right now. If a moment = a minute, then you’ll need 120 of them to get through Tereshkova’s magnum opus here. That’s right, “Chunks” ain’t kidding around, sprawling for two hours over two tapes, a single thirty-minute track per side, allowing Tereshkova plenty of room to mess around and experiment and generally go all out with whatever happens to enter his mind. Is it weird that this ever-shifting two-hour thing is as riveting and impossible to ignore as it turns out to be? Yeah, it is kind of weird. Modern attention spans aren’t designed for such stimulus.

The easy way out, of course, would be to say, “Oh, I’ve got two hours to kill, let’s just do an ambient/noise thing.” But Tereshkova isn’t interested in pushing a few buttons and selling a few tapes. (He’s probably interested in selling some of these tapes, actually.) Instead, all of this is carefully crafted and excellently curated, running the gamut from noise to ambient (shoot, blowing my point here) to avant-garde electronics to musique concrète, but flowing effortlessly from one to the other throughout the course of a side. You’ll feel the electric currents as if they’re jolting you as circuits switch and conduct, connect and disconnect. You’ll wonder how Tereshkova gets melody to form from what seems like scrap gadgets. You’ll beg for the secrets as energy ripples from unknown sources and disrupts secret communications.

You’ll also find yourself floating far out somewhere in your galaxy as science-fiction loneliness transitions to deep introspection and contemplation about your place in the universe. Tereshkova knows a good synth soundtrack when he hears one, and he can get right into it with the best of them (see, especially, “Amniotic” on side C). But even in the densest gas clouds more enormous and formidable than any human mind can comprehend, there’s an anchor of hope, a human element, a connecting thread that prevents the external from overwhelming you. 

All these things come together in an alarmingly cohesive whole. 

So no matter how precious your time is, you should still be able to find a good two hours to hunker down with this thing. Edition of 150 from Astral Spirits!

Tabs Out | Space Heater – Full Blast

Space Heater – Full Blast

10.21.19 by Ryan Masteller

This oughta be right up our alley: a “meme jazz fusion” group? That’s essentially the attitude of Tabs Out at any given moment. In fact, if the podcast had a Bandcamp page, the tags would be “meme jazz fusion” and, I dunno, pizza and toilets and stuff. Honestly, it’s not that highbrow an endeavor, no matter how hard I try to class the place up.

Space Heater is a new group on Terry Tapes, and “Full Blast” is their debut EP. You may recognize “drums, synth, voice” performer Andy Loebs from his own excellent solo work, and Loebs and “keyboard, synth” person Devin Lecroy are also in 3 Cherries. Chris Lott is in Gabor Bonzo, but we’re not talking about his concurrently released solo tape here (don’t worry, it’ll be for another time). Point is, these cats all play on each other’s Terry Tapes tapes. It’s the Asheville, North Carolina, proximity … although when did Terry Tapes operations move to New Orleans? That seems like a new development.

Space Heater has ONLY provided us with four songs here for us to enjoy and get to know them through, and you would think that that’s not enough, and you would be right. You might also be wrong, because I feel like I’ve gotten a good read on group through these four elaborate tunes – that doesn’t mean I’m not clamoring for more, see. “Meme jazz fusion” isn’t a joke, neither is nerd prog or math rock, and none of these descriptors preclude anyone from unironically playing a keytar in any iteration of the band. (Serious question to Space Heater: Do any of you play a keytar? If so, high five!)

So imagine that Steely Dan and Tortoise found themselves stuck in the same Star Trek transporter position and came out the other side all globbed and moleculed together in some sort of sick, hellish abomination that refused to die and just sort of still made music because that’s all the new entity knew how to do. Maybe that would be Space Heater. And, no, we can’t put it out of its misery; we have to listen to what it’s doing, tap into its dreams and inspirations. We have to be enamored with it, because against all odds it’s still valiantly and wonderfully entertaining. 

Wait, no, that’s not it – the odds aren’t stacked against Space Heater. The odds are WITH Space Heater coming out on top. This is just how it works with Terry Tapes!

… And hey, there are only eleven copies left as of this writing. Out of 100. Already practically a collector’s item!