Tabs Out | Discordless – Nelocuit

Discordless – Nelocuit

3.15.19 by Ryan Masteller

I’ve had it up to here with all these Aphex Twin logos showing up on blimps and Starbucks takeaway cups and NASCAR hoods – why can’t that guy market his comeback albums like a normal person? Take Discordless, aka Marius Costache, for example – he hadn’t released anything under that name in nine years, and now all of a sudden he’s back on Bulgarian label Amek Collective with a new tape of jittery techno, tense ambient, and noisy, atom-smashed electro with nary a peep from a “marketing team” getting “the brand” “back out there”? I don’t know about you, but I’ll take that approach from my “underground” producers any day. Like Linus said about the Great Pumpkin, and which we can reference here without fear of lawsuit, “It’s all about sincerity, punk ass.”

Discordless is all about sincerity on “Nelocuit,” which is Romanian for “uninhabited” (Costache is Romanian, which makes sense if you’re wondering why he’s using Romanian words). If we’re talking “uninhabited” wastes or woodlands or tundras or Mike Haley’s conscience, then “Nelocuit” is your new soundtrack, its dense blasts of digital shrapnel whipping like harsh winter winds. There’s nothing between you and “Nelocuit,” your soul is laid bare in front of it, and it penetrates your mind to scour it of pretense. It is the electronic tape equivalent of Linus’s dream pumpkin patch. The Great Pumpkin … er, the Great Consumer will surely rise out of this humble tangle of magnetic tape and purchase a copy with great reverence.

Who am I kidding – this mess of tangled patch-cord magic and digital programming is simply a dang treat to listen to. It’s a post-hypnotism warp zone of corroded delight that mesmerizes as it pummels. Whether it resembles an ice sheet as thick as a house or a hailstorm at 60mph, “Nelocuit” maxes out any comparisons of technology to natural phenomena, blurring them as they hit critical mass (*wink*) and velocity.

Don’t miss it.

Although released a mere three months ago, “Nelocuit” is sold out from the label, so start scouring Discogs you slathering mongrels. There’s actually one for sale!

Tabs Out | New Batch – Constellation Tatsu

New Batch – Constellation Tatsu

3.14.19 by Gray Lee

Four more stars are added to the ever growing constellation of Tatsu, continuing a growing tradition of elegantly produced free-form, ambient works from a variety of artists all over the globe. Yeah that’s right – I said globe – as in ROUND. Don’t expect these elemental wanderings to impress your flat-earthing uncle, who is likely still jamming the Eagles’ greatest hits while painting anti-vax protest signs – these four well-curated tapes full of meditative abstractions and flowing ideas are great for getting into another headspace and exploring the uncharted reaches of your inner self.


Curved LightFlow and Return

The key word here is ‘return,’ as this is a follow up to “Quartzsite,” the straight-up amazing release Curved Light dropped in 2017 on Tatsu. Abstract sound artist Peter Tran takes us into an endless sky of clouds and sunsets, accented with glitched time lapse photography audio poems that draw upon unusual and unexpected shapes and patterns, with synths that curl and dissipate like wisps of windblown mist high above the realm of men. Melodies convolute in and out of ambient walls of bliss, sometimes resembling terrestrial instruments such as the flute or the bagpipe – but in a distinctly weightless way. Prepare for next-level out-of-body travel on this one, tape heads.


Chris OtchySubterranean Landscapes

Chris Otchy neatly boxes us into his concept with the title of this piece. A bubbling brook of organic synths flows over angular rock formations in shadowed places only lit by glowing flora. Bright notes glint like gemstones, while looping low tones carry the listener through the labyrinthine corridors of stone. The distinct sound Subterranean Landscapes is built from is much like a system of caves, with one central composition as the main entranceway, and each individual track a branching path. Provocative titles like “The Day after the Banquet” or “Pets or Children” produce more questions than answers. This journey through an unreal kingdom of stone is detailed, steady, and transformative – perfect for your nighttime reveries.


Jordan Christoff Enveloped

My first question was “Enveloped by what?” but it immediately became clear. As we have already visited places both high above the sky, and deep below the ground, it seems only natural now to move beneath the billowing waves of the ocean. Longform ambient works that evoke an undersea world full of wonder and tranquility mark this debut release from the artist. These compositions are monumental in their oceanic scale, moving in graceful arcs through the open seas, beholden only to the magnetism and mystical energy of the natural world. Peaceful jets of ambient undercurrent pull the listener effortlessly through meditative periods of shimmering reflection.


Rose – Night Places

After a day of exploring the wonders of the great, round earth we live upon, Rose brings the batch to a close with the darkened rooms and pulsating rhythms of ‘Night Places.’ Return to altogether human settings for an evening in town, cruising through a dimly lit urban landscape from one exclusive, underground club to another. Three ultra-smooth ambient house tracks offer a delightfully grimy mixture of the sacred and profane perfect for your next vampire gathering, or gothic make-out in the parking garage against the limousine. 


Despite what your intolerable uncle thinks, the Constellation Tatsu Winter 2019 batch is one of the label’s best to date – and it’s available right here.

Tabs Out | Seth Cooke – Weigh the Word

Seth Cooke – Weigh the Word

3.12.19 by Ryan Masteller

That was a great Bible study – I’m really glad we were all able to meet and really dive into the Word and pray with each other. I don’t know what I’d do without my small group – I really feel like I can open up to them about all the things I’m going through, all the issues at work, all the financial strains I’m shouldering from putting two kids through private school, all the marital stressors that pop up here and there. But mostly we work through these things by reading the Bible, consulting God’s Word for holy answers. And it works for guiding us through these troubled times, too – some social ills are so clearly condemned that we can help guide those who can’t understand that toward the path of righteousness. The Bible is Truth. God is Love. GOD IS SO GOOD.

Oh, what’s this? “S. Cooke teaching tape,” eh, “Weigh the Word”? Don’t mind if I do, thanks – I’m on a pretty good spiritual high right now that I could use some “Personal Ministry” guidance through the “Pathways in the Prophetic.” Just have to press Play…

Oh God! Jesus! Heavenly Father in Heaven, hallowed be thy name, and help me! What are these words emanating from this tape, and these sounds? Are they a test, O Lord? Are they a sign of the end times – is the Rapture upon us? This is SO not a “Personal Ministry” tape, it sounds instead like the unholy gibberish and warped physics of the demonic plane! I’m terrified, here comes a spiritual crisis… These voices mock me, they make sense to themselves but not to me. Now would be a good time to allow me to interpret these tongues, Lord! Maybe I’ll check InfoWars to see if they have anything on this S. Cooke …

Jackpot! InfoWars linked me to this great interview with We Need No Swords (sounds like a lefty peacenik organization if you ask me), and you can truly get a glimpse into the process this Cooke guy (S. stands for “Seth”), but you’re going to have to scroll pretty far down to do it. Turns out he grew up in a Christian environment, and he got his hands on some tapes his dad had put together NOT for artistic abuse, and there’s some text-to-speech programming involved (whatever that is), and Cooke doesn’t even believe in God even though he can recite Bible verses! I simply cannot fathom it – it all reeks of blasphemy. It even SOUNDS like blasphemy, all these warped readings, sometimes in unfathomable languages, interspersed with what sounds like a VHS tape getting eaten alive. Hymns become swarms of bees! I don’t even know anymore.

You heathens are gonna love this, but I’m going burn it along with some Eminem and Jerky Boys CDs… Edition of 77 from Satan’s buddy Cooke himself.