Tabs Out | New Batch – Tingo Tongo Tapes

New Batch – Tingo Tongo Tapes

5.6.19 by Ryan Masteller

We’ve all been baffled at one time or another, and I have mixed feelings about it. On the one hand, bafflement can often lead to understanding with the right line of questioning. On the other hand, if you can’t snap out of it, bafflement can be quite frustrating. It’s all in your approach.

Tingo Tongo Tapes baffles me. Not in the bad way, because whenever their tapes appear in my mailbox, I’m at least always intrigued, even if that intrigue peters out once I listen to them (which, truthfully, barely ever happens, but it has). They baffle me because I can’t pin ’em down. The LA/Oakland label is always uncovering strange and unusual sonic artifacts, pressing them to tape, then somehow selling them via email and … Facebook I guess? Events, record shows? Listen, just email them (tingotongotapes at gmail). I’m sure they’re fine.

So here’s me, baffled and intrigued, ready to dig in to three zany new platters. [Ed: Aren’t “platters” records?] Join me. Or don’t. You may have something important to do.


LAZER BLADE – ALL VENICE ALL THE TIME

Not even gonna lie – Taserface was the first thing I thought of when I saw “LASER BLADE,” but this isn’t about the MCU, this is about smashing the smashing-through “The Wall,” taking Floyd down a notch, rending every physical barrier with a mythical energy weapon. (Love the cover, LASER BLADE.) Since this is the West Coast, we can’t begin to talk about the shreddy hardcore punk on “All Venice All the Time” without mentioning SST, the paragon of early American hardcore and clearly the antecedent to LASER BLADE’s antics. Over six short tunes, the band’s pummeling riffage and shouted mantras kick up so much dust that you’ll be looking all over your body for boot prints from the fictional pit you just exited from. But you won’t find any, because this is only a tape… [Cue “Twilight Zone” music.]



PINK ABDUCTION RAY – WARP CANAL

“Dubstep, eh? I dunno … isn’t that whole scene a bit … iffy?” I don’t know what to tell you. I’m feeling pretty good about it actually, and I don’t even really know how one defines “dubstep.” I guess this is as close as anybody’s gotten, and it’s pretty spot on in some ways. Pink Abduction Ray certainly has the in-your-face electronic bludgeoning down, and the BPMs are pretty high on “Warp Canal.” It’ll certainly make you move in jerky, uncontrollable motions, and the constant battering over the two long sides of this C45 allow no respite, except when you get up off the floor from your prone position to flip the tape over. “Warp Canal” is nothing if not a visceral experience, and the electronic faceblasts hit with such intensity that you’ll be combing your body for actual shrapnel. But you won’t find any, because it’s all digital, and this is only a tape… [Cue “Twilight Zone” music.]



SCARED OF SPIDERS – MANGELOID EP

Sure, why not split the difference with “Mageloid EP” by Scared of Spiders? Smash LASER FACE’s hardcore right up into Pink Abduction Ray’s electronic grill, et voilà! “Mangeloid EP.” Another quick burst (only thirteen minutes, this one) of EQ abuse, this one bringing back that “digital hardcore” epithet that Alec Empire popularized [Ed: Word choice? Check reference.] all those years ago. Fast, sadistic, primal, “Mangeloid” is a runaway truck aimed at your unsuspecting eardrums. It probably wouldn’t stop but for the fadeout applied to several tracks, and even then it’s like a violent takeover, like somebody other than Scared of Spiders grabbed the knob and turned it down. A roommate perhaps. Maybe a disgruntled cassette podcast host.

Tabs Out | Episode #142

Breakdancing Ronald Reagan – Harsh Noise (Self Sabotage)
Bridle – Forward Motion Plus Volume One (self released)
Shredded Nerve – Attempting an Exit (Thousands of Dead Gods)
Channelers – Entrance to the Next (Inner Islands)
C. Reider – …A Trustable Cloud (self released)
pal+ – Kinetic Dreams (OTA)
connect_icut – No Darkness? (Aagoo)
Weyes Blood – Titanic Rising (Sub Pop)
Naturescene (South Carolina Commercial Music)
Huxley Maxwell – Bummer City, Dude (Warm Gospel)
Mdou Moctar – Pop Music from Republique du Niger compilation (Autotune the World)
Acegawd – Funeral Time Come (Dancehall Neil Tapes)

Tabs Out | New Batch – \\NULL|Z0NE//

New Batch – \\NULL|Z0NE//

5.3.19 by Ryan Masteller

\\NULL|Z0NE// . We wish we understood you. We wish we could pin you down. We wish you were more predictable so were ready for you. We wish, we wish, we wish.

But that’s not even true. Not by a long shot.

One of the things that makes this Athens, Georgia, label a favorite is its unpredictability, and our baffled and flailing attempts at keeping up are a comedy of intense personal errors. What’s the point if we’re force-fed the same thing all the time? Michael Potter, who runs \\NULL|Z0NE//, would never cave to sameness – he’s a slave to variety. And for that we as listeners and paragons of the underground and the outsider, cheerleaders of artistic freedom, trailblazers of taste and cultural cache can rest assured that there will always be something valiantly interesting from Potter’s camp.

I’m actually sort of embarrassed for anyone who thinks like my first paragraph up there.


SKINNED OR SUNBURNT – SKINNED

Sahada Buckley’s skinned or sunburnt project allows the violinist to realize her compositions as part of a quintet. Indeed, Buckley’s joined on piano by Brad Bassler, drums by John Norris, clarinet/bass clarinet by Kathryn Koopman, and bass by Jamie Thomas. After a few iterations that lean toward the abstract and experimental, the players teasing out some of the more unconventional predilections, the quintet opens up, really flourishing in the spectral jazz of “ethereal green” as the violin and piano dance around each other over a galloping rhythm. “hab’ galest” is like a German-language chain-gang blues tune, although I’m not sure “hab’ galest” is German. (Somebody check me on that.) But these two centerpiece tunes fracture back out into raw experimentalism once again, with “skinned” tripping back down mushroom-glazed twilit forest paths. Buckley and crew won’t leave the jazz alone though, and “temper tantrum” appears out of nowhere like a #BlackLodge smoky club in a clearing, offering the promise of taking off the edge but more likely enhancing it. The tape ending on strange, unhinged laughter over dissonant piano chords doesn’t help. Gives the whole thing an unpredictability … something we’ve already championed as a good thing around here.



PLAKE 64 AND THE HEXAGRAMS – ALL HAIL YEAH

Alex Homan is a psychedelic bodhisattva with an ear for dense arrangement. Freak folk for the spiritually ascendant, “All Hail Yeah” invites listeners in and assimilates them into the all-seeing oneness at the center of the mind, the galactic manifestation of eternity through sound. That’s a fancy way of saying that Homan’s work as Plake 64 and the Hexagrams is far out, man. At times utilizing acoustic guitar and a soothing, multitracked vocal delivery, at others tapping the primal sound sources available within the bowels of various synthesizers (I’m assuming), Homan embraces the – dare I repeat it – unpredictability of his creative whims and crafts a variety of earthy yet mystical zones. By the time he’s ascending “The Mountain” (and then descending it) by tape’s end, he’s fully encapsulated every impulse of his into a single sprawling trek, a fitting and fantastic end to “All Hail Yeah.” Maybe you can hoof it up that magical mountain yourself, get a little inner peace while you’re at it.

Each tape comes in an edition of 50.