Look At These Tapes is a monthly roundup of our favorites in recent cassette artwork and packaging, along with short, stream-of-thought blurbs. Whatever pops into our heads when we look at/hold them. Selections by Jesse DeRosa, Mike Haley, and Scott Scholz.
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Yo. What? The ever-inspiring Ultra Violet Light kick their already impressive tape game to the next level with Jimmy Joe Roche's newest tape under his Piss Kills Mold pseudonym. "Sentient Fungus" sports some serious next level packaging that can't help but make you stop, put down your drink (or medicinal jass cigarette), and go "Damn. Look. At. These. Tapes." Serious bar-raising going on here. Laser-cut abstract Rorschach WTF Jcards envelop a collection of equally gnarly laser-cut improvisations on Cocoquantus, Double Knot and Modular Synthesizer. Even the spines are f*cking laser-sheared. Goddamn.
Blak Saagan - A Personal Journey (Maple Death)
Art by Giulia Mazza
Some seriously wild cosmic/library-music jams find their perfect match in the mysterious art of Giulia Mazza. Night is baked by the Sun, genders melt, and there's a curious sort of Residents-ish vibe in silhouette. For stateside folks, here's your chance to lay your grubby paws on some deluxe 200-gram "pure Italian" paper, too, a real treat if you're into Medieval-era paper traditions that make Moleskine notebooks like like newsprint.
V/A - Peaceful Protest (RVNGintl.)
Art by WWFG and Hailey Desjardins
When I was a kid, my Dad used to say that getting me into the backseat of our family's tiny two door coupe was like 'putting 10lbs of potatoes in a 5lb bag'. RVNG's newest 3xCS comp summons equal feats of storage magic, cramming 3 hours of tranquil heady zones inside a beautifully screened & stitched canvas envelope. Assembled to soundtrack a meditation space at this year's Moogfest, RVNG enlisted the talents of Baltra, Kate NV, Zach Cooper, You’re Me, C. Lavender, and Raica, with all proceeds from this edition going to the LGBTQ Center of Durham. Zone on!
Moltar - Eclypse Inside (Unifactor)
Art by ?
We are in the infancy of VR, so our virtual experiences aren't exactly fool proof. The cover of Moltar's latest on Unifactor looks like a nasty glitch while you attempt to virtually slice a virtual lemon. Why you would waste your time making virtual lemonade is beyond me, but what you ended up with is a virtual citrus confetti that looks wonderful, so maybe it was worth it?
J. Soliday - Convolution Hive (Fluxus MT / Crank Satori)
Art by J. Soliday
Luer and J. Soliday just came crashing through town on an east coast tour and left a veritable pile of tapes in their wake. This one, a joint venture release between their respective Fluxus MT and Crank Satori labels, pulls no punches with a double-whammy attack on the senses. Beyond a heavy slab of the audio devastation you’ve come to relish from Soliday, this jammer doubles as eye-candy, incorporating a mini-book of manipulated photos of a completely wrecked organ he discovered in the back allies near his Chicago home, bringing the Soliday-brand of WTF/pandemonium you’ve come to cherish to a whole new set of senses.
Matthew Revert - Illness Seminars (No Rent Records)
Art by Matthew Revert
Matthew Revert masterfully mocks obscure 80's video game packaging with "Illness Seminars," creating a layout that resembles an overly complicated, bootleg game that no one could figure out how to play for a rare - and immediately discontinued - system from Turkey or something. Each panel on this double-sided Jcards adds to the narrative of complex controls and bizarre, low-bit confusion.
JESSOP&CO. - Cream (SØVN)
Art by SØVN
I'm always a sucker for designs that emulate food safety/contents packaging, and JESSOP&CO's latest tape on SØVN delivers the goods on that front. Some questions remain, though: who knew that "Cream" was best served grilled? And who knew that cream could be made from properly-inspected meat or poultry? Anatomy lessons abound.
Eric Schmid - Artist Statement (Editions Erich Schmid)
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Another righteous dose from Eric Schmid's demanding, and nearly internet-invisible, 'Edition Erich Schmid' imprint. 'Artist Statement' continues the chronicle of an artist whose catalog stands alone and defies any rational compartmentalizing therein. It is unmistakeably Schmid and delivers on it's hefty promise, densely packing in 34 minutes of deep discourse on political theology, pluralism, messianism, gnoticism and transcendence.
Don Gero - Wizarding (Crash Symbols)
Art by J.D.
Really excellent layout here, contrasting black and white formal layout with color and unexpected layering to form a memorable image. One becomes somewhat fixated on the little melting color shapes, and if you look at them long enough, they totally become upside-down pastel mountains that relate to the background scene in some mystical fashion. Now that's wizarding!
Head Crash - Subroutine (Phinery)
Art by Sara Brinkmann Jønler
When I was a wee lad, all of my friends had Jenga, which looked like a great time, mostly spent carefully removing the little blocks without destroying the game's column. But my 'rents tried to get all ahead of the game and set us up with Bandu instead, "the stacking game that's never the same." You build upward off a little platform, using irregularly-shaped blocks just begging to slide toward the center of the earth. If you combined Jenga and Bandu strategically, you'd have something just like this.
Comfort Link – The Sedated Tones Of 6.22.17 by Ryan Masteller
I don’t have a lot of time here, so I’ll get right to the point – my plane’s taking off in just over an hour, and I REALLY don’t want to sweat through a long TSA checkpoint line. I mean, if I’m really cutting it close, I might get all drenched in that nasty old stress sweat, the kind that stinks, you know? At least that’s what the deodorant commercials tell me. But here I am, rambling on, wasting my (and maybe your – who knows, you might have piano lessons or soccer practice or church group or something) time, not getting to the point even though I don’t have the luxury to do so. But there’s a reason why I’m chuckling to myself as I engage you here on these electronic pages. See, I’m not actually worried about the plane, if I’m being honest with you (and god knows, I’m always honest with you). I’m not worried about the lines or the inevitable luggage search (I have really weirdly shaped luggage). I’m not gonna sweat. Why, you ask? I’ve got a secret.
The reason that I’m all hopped up on zen right now is because of my old pal Comfort Link. No, it’s not because of “The Celestial Music Of Comfort Link,” although I completely understand why you’d think that. This time around we’ve got “The Sedated Tones Of Comfort Link,” a way different expression of minimal composition than that old tape – that was like three fiscal quarters ago. This one features ghostly organ and samples recorded onto decaying tape, giving it an otherworldly quality as it slowly emanates from your headphones and fills your body with its ectoplasmic sonic goo, dulling any sense of urgency you might have into a soft, fluffy internal hum. The A-side, “Sedate Tones for Tape and Organ,” drones consistently as you find yourself getting lost in it, details emerging from the stasis like ghosts of dreams that gently, ahem, comfort you before disappearing into the ether. The B-side, “Sedate Tones for Tape and Found Sound,” whispers like a scene from a faded black-and-white postcard from a time when things were simpler, when life was easier, and days were less rush-y to planes and nonsense like that. There’s a reason why I mentioned Basinski, Jeck, and Kirby in my previous review. Their spirits still linger over the Comfort Link sound. The recording is immaculate, projecting an aura fit for hushed cathedral meditation before petering out of existence at its finale. I can think of no better way to face the hurry-up-and-wait existence of modern life than with SEDATE TONES all up in my Walkman.
So in the time it took me to write this all to you (like, way longer than it took to read it, trust me), I missed my flight – but that’s OK. I feel like I’ve imparted some wisdom and pointed a few of you in the right direction, the direction you need to go, which is to the sPLeeNCoFFiN website. There you can purchase any number of sundry items to assist you in your travels, but please, make sure you pick up one of those five-dollar Comfort Link tapes – it’s like half the price of a bottle of water.
Cripes, man, I wasn’t going to say this, but Nikmis might be the greatest thing that’s graced my eardrums in at least a fortnight, and that’s saying a lot because I’ve been spinning that new alt-J jawn “RELAXER” and that sheez is tighter than a trapeze act working without a safety net. But I’ve gotta be honest with you – the mysterious Nagoya, Japan, act responsible for “WIDDENDREAM” might just be the one to knock ol’ alt-J out of the rotation for good. And that’s AFTER I read the whole Santa hat diatribe, which kinda threw me off my game for a little bit, but here I am, back at it, enveloped in the glorious synthesizer melodies concocted – no, COMPOSED – like Nikmis was sitting at a harpsichord in freaking nineteenth-century Vienna. But he was NOT doing that, it only seems like he was, because “WIDDENDREAM” oozes classical and Romantic charm, and I bet Wendy Carlos and/or Morton Subotnick would be gleefully appreciative of its scope and execution. It’s like SWAN LAKE for the patch cord community.
(Haha – alt-J.)
Throughout the entire release, Nikmis warps his brilliant synth in baroque configurations like the Orange Milk house band a pint into “absinthe night” at the Akron (or Wherever, Ohio) compound. He makes one “feel the feels,” as it were, purposefully warping space and time to connect the past and the future, steeping his playing in nostalgia and retrofuturism, but Kubrickian retrofuturism, not the EPCOT Center kind. Life in this bubble is beautiful, and it’s a bubble I don’t want to leave. Everything outside of this bubble is affixed with adjectives like “bloodthirsty” and “malevolent” – and can’t I just stick around inside here for a while? Hey, I got an idea – that’s exactly what I’m gonna do. Forget stupid garbage music and forget alt-J and forget my (admittedly sometimes awesome) Sirius XM subscription in my car and forget modern life (it’s rubbish anyhow) – I’m going to hang out with Nikmis all by myself, foisting a constant reminder to my waking consciousness that it’s all been going downhill for a while. But damn it, everybody, Nikmis refuses that downhill trajectory. Nikmis rises the EFF UP.
By the way, Nikmis – and indeed “WIDDENDREAM” – is no stranger to these electronic pages. Check out episode #104 of this here podcast for a peek into his nifty little world. Then stop being stupid and buy a tape from Third Kind Records – there are still some left!