Tabs Out | New Batch – Distant Bloom

New Batch – Distant Bloom

2.27.20 by Ryan Masteller

St. Louis lives up to its nickname “Land of a Thousand Arches” by constantly allowing glimpses through those arches and into the greater future beyond. That’s what we love so much about the capital city of Arkansas, the hub of the Midwest, and the “Halfway Point to California”: its forward-thinking and imaginative philosophical grounding, its vibrant cultural scene, and its wellspring of musical talent. Take Distant Bloom for instance – no one exemplifies that frontier spirit like label head Fitz Hartwig as he scours the American landscape for kindred spirits to collaborate with. It’s with this attitude of likeminded inspiration that he unleashes a fusillade of peaceful dreamscapes upon the world.


OXHERDING – UNFOLDED ALONG THE RIVER

Speaking of Fitz Hartwig, let’s start with him, shall we? Fitz, “lives in St. Louis, appreciates clouds, and runs Distant Bloom,” two of the three of these facts we’ve already mentioned. Now, if this were Fitz’s Tinder profile, he probably wouldn’t be getting many dates. But for us, who are “in the know,” as they say, these pieces of information are revelatory and cool, revelatory because it gives us an idea of what Oxherding’s work is going to sound like, and cool because who DOESN’T appreciate clouds? Clouds are good, and Fitz makes his synthesizers sound like you’d imagine clouds would sound like if they emanated from synthesizers. Since they don’t, we have to imagine it, and with the help of Oxherding, “Unfolded Along the River,” split into two sides, “Unfolded” and “Along the River,” fills in the gentle buoyancy with pastel watercolor, smearing it across the big Midwest sky like it was meant to beckon you further into the unknown. With Oxherding as your guide, why wouldn’t you plow headfirst into that gorgeous future?


FOREST MANAGEMENT – SLEEP TO DREAM

The last time John Daniel released music as Forest Management was thirty seconds ago … oh, wait, it only SEEMS like thirty seconds ago, because, well, Forest Management is kind of prolific. Really prolific. But not prolific enough that can’t use other people’s music as a jumping off point! “Sleep to Dream” is sourced from the Fiona Apple tune of the same name, from all the way back in 1996 (that was a great year for me listening to punk, by the way; vintage stuff). What’s amazing is how differently he approaches each version of the repurposed source material (there are four cuts). “Broken Mix” is slyly comforting, maybe in a way acknowledging that brokenness to move ahead, or perhaps suggesting that the sound source itself is broken because it’s so old and computers in 1996 still had floppy drives. “Winter Mix” is cold and windswept. Like, duh. “Fragment Mix” takes some chances and ratchets up the tension, and whereas “Broken” and “Winter” were somewhat kindred spirits, “Fragment” jerks the audio around so that it drops in and out. As if that one weird trick weren’t enough, “Painted Mix” pulls it all back, gets really contemplative, really cozy, and quietly whisks itself off into the unknown. I wish it had stuck around longer, but no – it’s gone now.


KYLE LANDSTRA – ALLAY

The only person that might challenge the Forest Management prolificacy is certainly Kyle Landstra, and he blows John Daniel out of the water. The PDX ambient superstar drops two twenty-minute sides, prompting the important question on everyone’s minds: Has Kyle Landstra ever released a track that WASN’T twenty minutes long? Not that there’s anything wrong with that – some people just need twenty minutes to get across whatever it is they’re trying to communicate. Here it takes twice that long, but there’s a lot to get through. Both are slow burners (obviously), and both sound the weird light effects that appear on the j-card of this tape. Is that weird considering that Landstra’s synthesizer work is a calming presence everywhere it goes, even as it shifts and changes in barely perceptible fashion over the course of its existence? Is it possible to have more patience than Kyle Landstra does when composing music? Do you think Kyle Landstra lives in the basement of a deep space observatory and sneaks glimpses into the cosmos when none of the other scientists are looking? Is Kyle Landstra actually once of those scientists? It would make a lot of dang sense, that’s all I can really offer.


The Winter 2020 batch, ladies and gentlemen! Editions of 70 for the FM and the Landstra, 50 for the Oxherding. You can probably pay via check for these … oh wait, you can’t? My bad, everybody, get out your credit cards.

Tabs Out | Orchard Thief – The Gentle World

Orchard Thief – The Gentle World

2.26.20 by Ryan Masteller

There’s a certain subset of the outsider tape community that’s about to get all drooly and weird at the very mention of something like “Workingman’s Eno,” the lead track off Orchard Thief’s “The Gentle World” and a perfect amalgamation, in title and execution, of the free and imaginative spirit of experimental musicians everywhere. The synthesizer melody wafts through the room, coating it with a heavenly sheen, literally daring you to not absolutely love it. So what if there’s not riff worthy of Jerry to be found? “Workingman’s Eno” doesn’t need it, and neither do you in this instance. You don’t always need that.

So “The Gentle World” is like … er, “Workingman’s Dead,” I guess, leavened with a heavy dose of “Music for Airports.” Which basically becomes Neu! worship at points, and whatever church they’re worshiping Neu! at is definitely the one that I will start attending on Sundays. (Take that, Lutherans!) Minneapolin Sam Morstad is the nefarious fruit burglar haunting our harvests at night, ripping off our apples and gorging on them until he is fully inspired to create new music as the Orchard Thief. And throughout “The Gentle World,” he channels natural environments into his mostly wordless studies (there’s a choir of friends on “The Body”), feeling infused, I guess, with the forbidden fruit of unsuspecting neighbors. Hey, who am I to judge? A person’s gotta eat.

Actually, a lot of this reminds me of that William Tyler EP where he covers Michael Rother’s “Karussell.” The guitar is understated and forms a rhythmic foundation (along with the actual rhythm) while synthesizers watercolor all over the thing and the place. Morstad loses himself in the worlds he creates, meandering around them and taking everything in at a deliberate pace. No detail is glossed over, no minutiae skipped. It alternates between tranquil beauty and more propulsive tranquil beauty, and hits all the right nostalgia notes without suffering from oversentimentalizing. None of this should not be surprising from an artist who has released works titled “Guitar River” and “Professional Textures.” How do you like them apples?

“The Gentle World” dropped January 24 on Already Dead. Keep your ear to this grindstone: 

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Tabs Out | Episode #151

The Horse Head Bed – split w/ Larmschutz (Faux Amis)
Iceblink – Carpet Cocoon ( Moon Glyph)
Nik Nik – Era One (Sanzimat International)
{arsonist} – Reality Structure (Unifactor)
Hillboggle – Travelin’ On (Red Tapes)
Everything Vibrates – s/t (77 Rise Recordings)
Matt Bloom – It’s the Little Things (77 Rise Recordings)
Pink and Yellow – Lifestyle Addictions (self released)
Candy Ricotta – Fuck You Pay Me (No Rent)
Billy Woods / Kenny Seagal – Hiding Places (Backwoodz Studioz)
More Eaze & Claire Rousay – Infinite Futures comp (Full Spectrum)
Sissy Spacek “Billions and Billions” (Chondritic Sound)
Nicholas Langley – Plays The Vitamin B12 (Strategic Tape Reserve)
V/A – Tale of Plagues (Tribe Tapes)

Tabs Out | Davey Harms – World War

Davey Harms – World War

2.21.20 by Ryan Masteller

It’s not fun unless you’re pounded with a psychosis-inducing amount of rhythm, right? That’s the Davey Harms way, and after one listen to “World War,” you, like me, will have an in-the-red attitude and outlook that’s only forward-moving, perpetual in its progress, and dangerous in its implementation. How else would something called “World War” be perceived by the populace? As a harbinger of unity? As a sign of utopia? As a cuddly kitten of comfort? 

Let’s pump it into the water table and see what happens.

Actually, Davey Harms has recorded under the moniker World War (as well as Mincemeat or Tenspeed), so none of this is actually a surprise – we’ve been subjected to this digital mayhem before, and on Hausu Mountain no less. Here Harms’s mechanistic techno thud is fully realized into a glowing electronic nightmare, garbled circuits leaking neon fluids and shorting itself at regular intervals and in time with the beat. Harms repurposes the sizzling corrosion into abject tunefulness, each rancid banger rippling with electricity and life as it creaks and clanks to its feet like a badly damaged terminator getting its lights turned back on. Then it dances like it’s in the “Thriller” video. That’s where all this is going.

Once this thing peters out, all you’re left with is that psychosis, the stinging aftereffects of multiple ordeals, the blurred vision and cloudiness of having your bell rung. You can shake your head to clear it, but it’s altered you now, it’s inside you, that mechanical futuristic crunch. Your own circuits have leaked their neon fluids … and since when did you have circuits? Have you been mutating this whole time, listening to “World War”? Have you somehow been linked to an impending cataclysmic evolutionary anomaly that hasn’t happened yet? Or have you already lived through it and this is your present now?

So many hard questions to answer. Too hard. Just listen.

“World War” is out on Hausu Mountain.

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Tabs Out | Espen Lund – The Speaking Hand

Espen Lund – The Speaking Hand

2.20.20 by Ryan Masteller

Espen Lund makes music that fills me with utter, overwhelming joy. It may be par for the course here – the idea for “The Speaking Hand” was for Espen to amplify his trumpet and play it in a room where the reverberations became overwhelming to the point where his playing was completely reactive. “How the heck am I gonna keep up with all this sound pinging around me in here?” Espen likely wondered. I know if it was me, a single farted note would likely have caused a feedback loop that would have made me piss my pants before the engineer could unlock the studio door I was so desperately banging on. But hey, that’s me, not Espen Lund, so we’ll pretend none of that ever happened and get back to “The Speaking Hand.”

Is Espen Lund the Thurston Moore of trumpet players? It has to be asked. Thurston basically does the same thing with his guitar – sometimes anyway – where he lets it feed the hell back until he has to do something about it or be overwhelmed completely. Espen tries out several different approaches, like the variations over a single-chord drone (courtesy of Bjørn Ognøy on harmonium) on “Rejoicing Collectively to the Spirits,” which is immediately followed by the breakneck “I Mørket. Med Lyset,” allowing Lund to chase Jard Hole’s drumming around the studio while trying not to knock the walls down. “Speak the Blood” is a jazz ensemble playing at a smoky club through a haze of LSD, while “That’s the Night I See a Ghost” and “Darker Glow” tap into the utter reverberations of feedback that have cracked boundaries between the spiritual and physical worlds. And if that sounds spooky, it is – Lund let’s the atmosphere bubble and boil until your heart palpitates with dread. Or is that just with the tension Lund’s wringing out of every note on “The Speaking Hand”? Well … why can’t it be both?

It is both.

“The Speaking Hand” is available from Flag Day Recordings. Don’t let another day elapse without it!

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Tabs Out | Larry Wish – Laire Wesh

Larry Wish – Laire Wesh

2.19.20 by Ryan Masteller

Well, it’s nice to know that Larry Wish is as consistent now as he was back in the day. Although “Laire Wesh” was recorded and released in 2011, Wish, real name Adam Werven, decided to remaster this sucker (actually, “mastered for the first time ever”) and rerelease it under his Bumpy imprint. Why’d he do that, you ask? Well, he wanted to “apply … a fine polish to an album and effort close to my heart.” Makes sense to me! 

And no, I haven’t heard the original Soothing Almonds Collective release, so I can’t compare the two. But the 2019 version of “Laire Wesh” sounds great, the electric piano and synthesizer tones mixed right up front, sounding crisp and clean and so not like the backward DIY effort the original surely was. (Remember, no context for remarks like that.) Still, it’s clearly the work of a singular mind, a man with a 4-track and some keyed instruments and a drum machine, casio-pop for the painfully “wiggly and weird.” (Or are those live drums??) One thing is certainly clear: this is a labor of love and executed exactly how Werven wanted to execute it.

And of course the particular element that will garner attention is Wish’s voice itself. Delivered in a whimsical cartoon yawn, the vocals inject just the perfect amount of bizarre-ity, an exact fit for the crayon’d prog escaping from Larry Wish’s gleaming, candy-colored mind. Whether it’s piping out a nostalgic instrumental like opener “Riding His Bike Segment” or wannabe stadium anthem “Ubduction Revisited,” a new wave torch song like “The Designer” or even the tape-manipulated collage of “Secret Number,” “Laire Wesh” has a lot to offer and a lot to like, a nice distillation of Adam Werven’s oeuvre. It’s time to right the wrongs of missing this in 2011 and getting to it right now.

Ch-ch-ch-check it out!

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Tabs Out | Various Artists – Vanishing Standards

Various Artists – Vanishing Standards

2.18.20 by Ryan Masteller

Amek Collective has emerged from Eastern Europe – Bulgaria in particular – as a force to be reckoned with in the experimental tape game. I’m here to perpetuate the legend of the label far and wide – well, at least to you goofballs who regularly check this site for some reason. (I know it ain’t for the podcast. That thing is intolerable.) So how does one not knowledgeable with said label make inroads into its catalog without feeling overwhelmed? 

With a compilation of course.

Even so, “Vanishing Standards” isn’t ALL Amek artists – in fact, it’s “an effort to reach outside [the label’s] creative circle and explore the music of fellow artists who share a similar vision for contemporary electronic music.” But it wouldn’t be a label comp without SOME familiar names, would it? How about ate – that’s it, lowercase “ate” – who pairs with Randomorb on the ambient opener “Sequence_01”? That’s a good start. Add in some Valence Drakes, whose “An Angel in Alliance with Falsehood” I’ve juuuust recently covered. Mytrip hops aboard for the joint effort “Lies That Were Built and Observed.” Ergomope’s back too (Tiny Mix Tapes [RIP] and I have you covered for that one). I’m pretty sure I wrote about Vague Voices for Tabs Out … somewhere. I KNOW I wrote about LATE – I think that was my intro to Amek. 

But the n00bs are just as consistently excellent. Phlp. kicks in some heavy darkwave with “Immobility.” Yuzu is frighteningly abstract on “Catcher” until the beat drops. Closer “Recovery” by krāllār is heartbreaking ambience interrupted by static. And perhaps no track is as tuneful as Maxim Anokhin and Ivan Shopov’s “Angela,” a trip-hop soundtrack to a sleek nocturnal urban future. That’s not all of them either – this thing’s a C86, so there’s TONS to sink your teeth into, depending on whether you want to get a sense of what Amek’s like or whether you’re interested in the Eastern European experimental scene in general. And don’t get me wrong – this tape’s on Amek, so it makes sense for all these artist’s to appear on an Amek comp. They’re kindred spirits. This is their and our and your introduction.

And what’s with these vanishing standards? Nothing of that sort here, not that I can tell.

Tape limited to 133 copies, probably because there are a lot of artists to give these out to. Get them into the hands of the people!

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Tabs Out | Jacoti Sommes – Travel Time

Jacoti Sommes – Travel Time

2.14.20 by Ryan Masteller

If there was one thing I wanted 2020 to bring us, we dreamers of glorious hope, it was the promise of new music on Orange Milk Records. That’s it. If 2020 is remembered for nothing other than new OM tunes, I’m gonna call that a win. And so far, we’ve completely, utterly, unabashedly won. Because hey, not only do we have new Orange Milk tunage to sink our fangs into, but we have an artist BRAND NEW to the label’s roster: Jacoti Sommes. Glorious hope meet eternal promise, and all becomes light and ascends!

I don’t know what that even means, but let’s take a listen to “Travel Time,” the ecstatic and electrifying OM debut of Columbus, Ohio, producer. First, Sommes is an OBVIOUS fit for the label, his electro-funk epics slotting in nicely with OM’s more dancier releases. And this isn’t even obvious at first, as opener “Mars” smears beatless galactic watercolors of synth tone, an introduction as perfect as it is unlike anything else on the album. But it’s only setting the mood, a mood right only for an electric urban god watching over the city, ready to free its drudging denizens to flights of euphoric escape. Yeah, “Travel Time” actually 100% does that and goes there and is am are.

And then it drops in. Easy at first, giving us a taste of the Aphex Twin chops Sommes possesses, but then leaning into its true calling: a future-funk odyssey of universal proportions. Indeed, Sommes channels, ahem, “da funk” through a Daft Punk lens, electrifying his disco-fication down slippery basslines and chiming melodies, spinning glowing strobe stompers at a virtuosic pace. Yeah, Sommes has definitely listened to some Ohio Players and some Parliament, but he’s also jamming Herbie Hancock and Chick Corea, jamming his crowd-pleasing tunes with complicated composition. And everything’s delightfully futuristic, dreaming of a time when electronics and life forms coexist in a smooth utopia. 

Does this make “Travel Time” the party anthem record for the Orange Milk set? You better believe it. Come for electronics, stay for the groove that makes your booty move. Jacoti Sommes has got you covered. Hope is rekindled, we are released!

This baby drops on Valentine’s Day, so get some chocolates and some bubbly and pop this thing on for romance. Try “Push On” while you wait.

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Tabs Out | C. Reider – … A Trustable Cloud

C. Reider – … A Trustable Cloud

2.13.20 by Ryan Masteller

Coloradan C. Reider’s been around for a long damn time, releasing all kinds of experimental music since the 1990s and overseeing his label Vuzh Music. On “… A Trustable Cloud,” Reider utilized only “sounds … made with free online instruments and effects processing that are playable within internet browsers,” a limitation that sounds fraught and whose results could very easily be laughably incoherent in the wrong hands. But Reider’s hands are not the wrong ones, and “… A Trustable Cloud” bursts into an experimental downpour of joyous weirdness. It’s not all samples of the Windows startup noise or the Taco Bell bell. Clearly I had no idea what to expect.

The tape is broken up into four long tracks on Bandcamp, but on tape it’s essentially one continuous piece, shifting in and out of tone and mood at will. At times resembling downtempo IDM and computer techno, Reider has enough Aphex Twin tricks up his sleeve to generate comparisons. But he also injects this thing with odd vocal tics and text-to-speech voices, as well as goofy sounds and washes of static and noise, that it really takes on an identity of its own. It’s like he’s been listening to some stupid outsider podcast or something and getting ideas, but actually using them in appropriate and artistic ways, not just triggering farts in the middle of a particularly introspective passage. (And yes, there are actually appropriate utilizations of certain technology. It’s not all just a joke.)

Toggling between concepts of actual, moisture-filled objects in the sky and the online repository where “everything that matters to you is supposed to be safely kept,” Reider also toggles between playfulness and seriousness, coming out on the side of imagination-as-a-way-forward. In this collection of “Utopian music about clouds and trust,” you might think it’d be easy to get bogged down in the heaviness of concept, but fortunately Reider is adept enough at navigating all the sounds he’s placed at his disposal that “… A Trustable Cloud” is as strikingly buoyant as its title would suggest, yet often dark and stormy as it’s wont to become. It’s a heckuva ride, and it’s definitely something you can place your faith in to kickstart that brain of yours into flights of fancy.

Limited to 26, only 4 remaining. Look at that cool shell printing!

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