Tabs Out | ASPS – double cassette

ASPS – double cassette
1.12.18 by Mike Haley

What a cretin, this ASPS double cassette. The nerve of it, thinking it can plop down anywhere it pleases and unload it’s grease traps. I’m talking coffers of slushy, pit-stained patterns. And the smell! Awww, it’s so oddly tart. Since when does audio have a smell? The dog wont even eat this up, and that beast has eaten it’s own vomit, puked it up, then ate it’s own puke. But this ASPS double cassette? Half way through one of the four 10-12 minutes sides and all of a sudden this mutt thinks it’s Special Times Just Right.

Maybe the pooch has a point. This ASPS double cassette is gross. Not gross in the intentional way, like some bozo playing with himself through a chain of Danelectro® Burnt Toast™ distortion pedals (though there may be some of that in the artwork). This ASPS double cassette is gross because it isn’t self aware. It’s socially awkward, forever a boogie on the brink of breaching it’s nostril. While that may be a death sentence for a fourth grader, it works wonders for magnetic tape daubed by bubbly-skinned mutant music.

Okay, roll it back. I need to give this ASPS double cassette more credit than I am, because I don’t want anyone to get the impression that this ASPS double cassette is bad. It’s not! This ASPS double cassette is gross, sure, but it’s super alive with interesting rhythms and loops that sound like they are coming out of steam cleaners and Soda Streams. And steam cleaners clean things, so maybe it’s not gross? Damn, I am so confused, and I blame this ASPS double cassette (note to self: find out if ASPS is pronounced “Ass Piss”).

I’m doing it again, aren’t I? I’m talking about this ASPS double cassette in the same breath as asses and pisses. Well, I don’t know what to say! Maybe by the time you power through the 45 minutes of this ASPS double cassette you’ll have the same sort of film on your skin that I do. Maybe your dog (and mine is a rescue btw, yr welcome) will look at you differently. Maybe it will be because ASPS gazed into the noise-techno abyss and when the abyss gazed back, ASPS farted on it then sampled the fart on this ASPS double cassette in a very captivating way. Captivating, but still damp with all the charm of stranger’s basement. Which is gross. Ideas slosh into each other through the crowded halls of four side-long tracks with varying degrees of self control. Drones plot along like Velcro, damaged by jarring interruptions. I don’t know? Maybe you’ll dig this ASPS double cassette because you are weird.

Buy it from Nostorca then get back to me, ya filthy animal.

Tabs Out | Sample Quiet Evenings and more from upcoming Adversary batch

Sample Quiet Evenings and more from upcoming Adversary batch
1.12.18 by Mike Haley

For the last couple of years Adversary has been a low key clearing house for all things Rachel and Grant Evans, who previously ran the labels Hooker Vision and VAALD. Exclusively releasing their own music as Motion Sickness of Time Travel (Rachel), Grant Evans (uh, Grant), and Quiet Evenings (both of em), the label has put out about a dozen and a half cassettes and CDrs, including “Diaries & Documents,” a double tape collection of Motion Sickness tracks from 2006 – 2010.

They’ve announced an upcoming batch of three tapes that touch all bases – A thawing dose of desperation noise on “Ergot Dogs” by Grant Evans, all leaky with wind-hacked field recordings and unboxed gloom. The vibe is a single, dangling lightbulb swinging, rows of amber-stained mason jars that have seem some shit, and horsehair insulating the walls. “Love Sick” from Motion Sickness of Time Travels’ “The Circuit” C24 may as well be from another planet. Rachel Evans’ synthesizers are animated with Day-Glo. If you spun them they would turn into cotton candy. Through that is a slide show of vocals running on an old carousel projector that every so often malfunctions and grinds. Quiet Evenings locks things up. The 5 minutes from what will eventually b a C30 are like tone therapy.  “Espions” will be one of those absurd-through-headphones tapes I bet, where each note pierces you like a hot finishing nail surrounded by drone.

Each tape is “coming soon.” Take that as you will. Tune into Adversary on Tumblr and listen/purchase on Bandcamp. You know the deal.

Tabs Out | Ren Schofield steps into Plastic Bags

Ren Schofield steps into Plastic Bags
1.10.18 by Mike Haley

I Just Live Here was a flagship label for a scene that I’m not sure had a name, but definitely raged a strong existence. They weren’t really bound by sound, because their sounds were usually in mid-transformation, morphing off into all kinds of crazy shapes and sizes. It was more like a forward-looking crew whose mind vibrations throbbed on the exact same frequency. As if stick and poke tattoos and background characters from Thunderdome forced themselves into reality then tried to blend in. Along with kinsfolk like Ekhein and Arbor, I Just Live Here went hard from about 2005 – 2010, fizzling out over the net few years. In that time they released close to 100 albums, mostly on cassette with on point silk screening. You knew a tape had an IJLH screen job when the ink coated the cover like cake frosting. A+

Occupants of that post-nihilist bouncy house of jammers included Work/Death, Copper Glove, Lazy Magnet, Leslie Keffer, Privy Seals, Unicorn Hard-On, and on and on and on into a swirling vortex of pizza and broken gear. Plus projects by or including Ren Schofield. Oh shit, I don’t think I even mentioned it yet – Ren Schofield is the hu-man that was calling the I Just Live Here shots. He also made sounds as God Willing and with the tape hacking trio Form A Log, who released “Air Circus” in 2009 as a C30 on the imprint.

In 2013 I Just Live Here went *poof* and naturally sublimated into a gas. ” I sort of just got discouraged by and disinterested in music for a while and didn’t care about having a label.” said Schofield. Focus was shifted to his Container project, which big-timed a run of LPs on Spectrum Spools, and life went on.

Fast forward to 2018. PLASTIC BAGS! Plastic Bags? Yes! Plastic Bags! Getting out of bed with a slightly different haircut, but basically the same complexion, I Just Live Here is up and about, but with the new name Plastic Bags. Maybe it’s a witness protection thing? “It probably barely will be [different from I Just Live Here] to be honest” Schofield described the old/new operation. “Except I’m planning on all the releases to be a lot less limited, because I like the idea of having a large back catalog of things that are in stock as opposed to getting rid of everything immediately, and I want to pay a lot more attention to the quality this time in terms of everything, music, design, production, etc.”

Wilted Woman, a project currently based out of Berlin by Lizzie Davis, has the first release on Plastic Bags with “Trapezoid Tappers” C52. “She’s super prolific with the project, has tons of releases out, all pretty different from each other, but still retaining a signature sound. Not afraid to try out totally new things or go into uncharted realms. A true ‘experimental’ artist I’d have to say. One of my favorite underground weirdo jammers of the last several years.”

Releases on the label will be infrequent, but “Trapezoid Tappers” is available now through the 2005 – 2010 method of straight Paypal with no website.

US: $10 – CAN/MEX: $15 – WORLD: $20 paypal to gentledefect@gmail.com

Tabs Out | First Response Festival starts label with INZANE tape

First Response Festival starts label with INZANE tape
1.8.18 by Mike Haley

Danger! Danger! Inzane Levels reaching maximum capacity. Reboot! Meltdown imminent! No Response Festival [link] has released a cassette tape! All profits go to benefit the 2018 No Response Festival!

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As driving forces of the American underground experimental music scene for over a decade with their involvement in Wolf Eyes, American Tapes, Nautical Almanac, Vampire Belt, ETC. ETC. these guys really need no individual introduction and this collaboration is as amazing and indescribable as you’d think.
Three deep players with psychic connections, skilled ears, all the meatest chops and everything gathered, earned and delivered from jamming in improvised settings with Chris Corsano, Anthony Braxton, C. Spencer Yeh, Thurston Moore, (the list goes on and on and on). These guys explore the outest-of-everywhere and unforgivably give all the squeal, drone, honk and warble you’ve ever craved.
This tape is two heady brain smoke sessions from when the trio came to Cincinnati last year to play the 2017 No Response Festival.

Side A is a board recording of the their set at the 2017 No Response Festival.
Side B is a board recording of their live radio session on “Trash Flow Radio” and an interview with show host Ken Katkin.

Art by Bill Nace / limited edition of 100 copies
Pro-dubbed c60 chrome tapes / professionally printed and shrink-wrapped / snazzy

Full system shutdown in 8 seconds. Click here to speed up system destruction.

Tabs Out | Lost Desert’s “Heterogen Infiltration” to be reissued by Beer On The Rug

Lost Desert’s “Heterogen Infiltration” to be reissued by Beer On The Rug
1.8.18 by Mike Haley

Beer On The Rug will be picking the first reissue out of their soggy shag with Lost Desert‘s 1989 album “Heterogen Infiltration.” Slightly overshadowed at the time by the likes of Nine Inch Nails “Pretty Hate Machine” and an entire Batman soundtrack by Prince, Lost Desert’s austere, crackling new wave campaign will finally get its due in the form of 75 pro-dubbed cassettes. In my opinion, they should be home dubbed and all look exactly like this one, but a pro-dub is cool, too.

Remastered for a post-Lethal Weapon 2 age.

Stream below, and please don’t skip the fucking drum solo during the live track. Or the g-o-r-g-e-o-u-s piano at the end! Oh, or the — Just listen to the entire thing!  Then preorder through BotR.

Tabs Out | Spykes-Parashi – collaboration

Spykes-Parashi – collaboration
1.8.18 by Ryan Masteller

When jazz was created by Jesus Christ as a form of protest music while he and the biblical Israelites were under siege by the Egyptians at Megiddo, he surely didn’t have the foresight to predict Spykes, let alone Parashi, let alone a Spykes-Parashi hybrid that would challenge everything you and I (and Our Lord himself) thought we knew about the subject. One Oxtail Recordings cassette and four untitled tracks later, the foundations of a belief system were shaken to the core, and holy tomes appeared in rewritten form, as if Spykes and Parashi had tampered with the space-time continuum, such that Charlie Parker became a famous drummer and no one had any idea who Wynton Marsalis was. But unless you were there (like me), unless you chronicled the event before the retouched past faded from conscious view (I did), you had no idea, because we are now ON A DIFFERENT TIMELINE.

Let that sink in before I blow your mind any further.

John Olson is no stranger to fucking the space-time continuum up to an untenable degree, as his work in Wolf Eyes (etc.) attests. Here he stretches his Spykes moniker over his head like a Mexican luchador’s mask, letting the spandex material satisfyingly snap the back of his neck before hauling his space “brass” and space “winds” out of a storage locker in a pocket universe. Using these to bend atoms and molecules to his every whim, he creates a gravitational field that is utterly impenetrable. Enter Parashi, or Mike Griffin (Burnt Hills/Skell Records), who also wields space instruments (here “electronics” and “tapes”), the only living person able to penetrate John Olsen’s cosmic sound smears. Also dressed as a luchador (in my head for some reason), Parashi adds density to Spykes’s density, creating something so dense that it becomes almost buoyant and surely transformative, liquefying to a primordial state and burbling with the sonics of life, the tiniest notes in the soup that evolve into whatever passes for big-kid jazz in this vector of whatever iteration of linear time we happen to be on at this point. I’ve lost track. History is like a warped VHS tape playing in a toaster oven.

Many will try to buy this tape from Oxtail, but only 50 will succeed…

Tabs Out | The Tape Loop Labyrinths of Justin Lakes

The Tape Loop Labyrinths of Justin Lakes
1.5.18 by Mike Haley

Making tape loops is fun. It can be frustrating at times, especially when you have lil’ sausage fingers like I do, but still fun. Think of them like ships in a bottle, but for weirdos. And in the end, you have a tape loop instead of a useless ship in a bottle. Justin Lakes, who records under the name Shredded Nerve and operates the NYC based store Thousands of Dead Gods, has taken the hobby of making tape loops and upgraded that shit to a fine art (for weirdos). Using extra (sometimes WAY extra) pinch rollers and spools, Lakes transforms cassettes from machines to contraptions with meandering paths of analog tape. They are fucking gorgeous and available for purchase [email justinmlakes@gmail.com].

Listen to some of Lakes’ loops in action on “Failing to Maintain” while perusing some images of these juicy zig-zaggers.

Tabs Out | Pulse Emitter & Christophe Bailleau release collab on Sacred Phrases

Pulse Emitter & Christophe Bailleau release collab on Sacred Phrases
1.5.18 by Mike Haley

Roughly 316,800,000 inches separated Pulse Emitter (Daryl Groetsch) and Christophe Bailleau as they sat/stood/levitated behind their synthesizers and various celestial toys recording the splashy starbursts and romantic voids that what would eventually be blended as “Gaz Giant.” The collab tape is now available from Sacred Phrases, who has previously released solo material from both gentlemen, in an edition of one hundo.

So just to be clear, you are to do the following…
1) Listen in full
2) Order a copy
3) Edit the Belgium – United States relations Wiki page to include this heady partnership.

Godspeed you Gaz Giant!

Tabs Out | New Batch – Mondoj

New Batch – Mondoj
1.4.18 by Ryan Masteller

A few quick facts about Mondoj:

Mondoj is new.
Mondoj is swell.
Mondoj is based in Poland – Warsaw to be exact.
Mondoj is neat.
Mondoj releases tapes. Two so far.
Tabs Out LOVES tapes.
Fact 6 was not about Mondoj.
Mondoj is cuddly, like a puppy.
Mondoj will probably release more tapes. Let’s hope it’s soon.

Max Eilbacher is a good get for catalog number 001. The erstwhile bass pounder at Horse Lord Inc. hasn’t exactly had a down 2017. In fact, his release on Unifactor, “Music for Piano #7,” ranks up there with my favorites this year. “Dual Monologues in Parallel” ranks up there too, except this time, in order to offset his skill limitations (“limitations,” ha!), he did some hacking (the type of hacking as seen in the film “Hackers“) and created a whole new computer program to help him keep up with his vision. In the process he composed a piece of music, “Unnamed (For Guitar and Tape),” that could literally go on forever, if need be, harmonic and rhythmic patterns stretching out beyond the edge of existence. Only seventeen minutes and twenty-one seconds are included here, though, so you’ll just have to use your imagination for the rest of the infinite work. That and “The Ecstatic Movement of a Broken Arm (excerpt)” anchor the tape, the latter existing as a cut-up and repurposed symphonic suite that lasts twenty minutes and features a voice, a human voice! I don’t know, I’m gripped by the tense vibe. Two shorter pieces are also included, both experimental/electro-trippy, but they ONLY last about six minutes each, so they’re barely even there. (Just kidding, they’re awesome too.)

Patrick Shiroishi’s “Tulean Dispatch” isn’t for the faint of heart, as hinted at by the title of the tape itself, which was “the newspaper that was distributed at Tule Lake Internment camp, where [Shiroishi’s] grandparents were placed during WWII.” Through Mondoj 002 Shiroishi examines how he relates to history and his Japanese ancestry, what these things mean to him, and how they form an integral part of his own being. Opener “Herni” goes a long way toward spanning the spectrum of Shiroishi’s outlook, as a sax drone gradually morphs into virtuosic performance that’s colorful and full of flavor. “The Screams of a Father’s Tears” is raw and abrasive and undeniably heartwrenching. If Shiroishi was truly channeling ghosts, “Screams” is the medium through which he presents them to us. I mean, “Tulean Dispatch” in total is a cathartic spasm of sax blasts intercut with the void (allusion to “Form and Void” fully intended) of breathless silence, necessary after such exertion. You can’t help but be completely carried away by its awesome power.

The limited-edition pro-dubbed cassettes are out RIGHT NOW, and you can get them from Mondoj’s Bandcamp page. Buy ten!

Tabs Out | Baker’s Choice Archive

Baker’s Choice Archive
selections by Jesse DeRosa