the fourth /parallelogram/ release, ~003, emerges as a split tape between % (asheville, north carolina) and galapagoose (melbourne, australia). begins with %’s five-part opus “unfolding” on side A, and concludes with galapagoose’s freeform beattape “nuance” on side B. limited edition series of 250 professionally-dubbed chrome cassettes.
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Adam Bohman is a member of Morphogenesis and The London Improvisors Orchestra. He also regularly performs alongside his brother Jonathan under the guise The Bohman Brothers. Their sound art oscillates between states of the absurd and (sonically) grotesque to highly articulate explorations of extra-musical sound. Electroacoustic music and free-improvisation could be regarded as co-ordinates on the grid. However,unlike the hermeticism of electro-acoustic music or the purism of free-improvisation, the Bohman’s freely quote from any source and aren’t afraid to show it. So you get Varesesian sound montage supporting spoken word material sourced from a pub menu, or frenetic juxtapositions between amplified shoe brushes and a frenzied tape cut-up of 17th Century instruments. The Bohman aesthetic can be a dense and tangled thing to unpick and describe. Various and nefarious sounds and artistic influences merge and collide.
WELLINGTON DOWNS is Matthew Sage. He uses this moniker to explore different ideas within the confines of various home-studio/recording arrangements. These sessions took place in Milliken, Colorado…in Matthew’s parent’s basement. See and hear the Welli’s travel further into spacious, nervous shoegaze, experimental pop and post-punk guitar anthems.
edition of 24
Recorded winter 2011
Tapes, samples, electronics by Josh Burke
yeah i know j burke’s been laying down some bad vibes with shitty mailorder shortcomings.
but i heard samples of this stuff and had to hear more.
and if youve been subjected to the j burke infinitely delayed mailorder service give us a holler and we’ll add this one to yr order for free or something else if you still got a bad taste in yr mouth.
2012 tour cassette
Riding high on the lazy waves of pink twilight, this journey sets off with an illuminated chorus of exotic northern sounds before inhaling a nasty smoke of dark feedback. 100 copies.
It’s been nearly two years since we’ve heard new music from Gary War and we are excited to announce the release of his inevitable breakthrough “Jared’s Lot”.
Through the years we have heard the developments from the D.I.Y. psychedelia of “New Raytheonport” to the more current electronic acid-prog tracks we heard from “Horribles Parade” and the most recent “Police Water” EP. “Jared’s Lot” brings the years of laboring and hard work full circle, with every facet of the project dialed into perfection. These tight and intelligently arranged pieces are the most concise and mind-blowing set of songs presented yet and we’re sure you’ll have a hard time taking this off your turntable.
The album kicks off with the incredibly anthemic “Thousand Yard Stare”, which asserts immediately that the album is very different than previous efforts, crafted with hind-sight in mind and glowing with ambition. We can hear the melancholy voice of a man lost in the cosmos with nothing to lose going for broke, it’s all or nothing. Tracks like “Superlifer” and “Pleading for Annihilation” contain such a powerful energy and pack such a wallop that you won’t possibly be able to stand still. There is a great juxtaposition however, with songs like “Advancements in Disgust” and “World After” experimenting with new styles of pop/rock structure and incorporation of odd rhythm and melody.
Gary has a masterful control of his machines, and you can tell that countless hours were spent making sure that the vision came direct and absolutely pure, from his mind to the record you will hold in your hands. Even though we have a more synthetic based set of tracks, it’s apparent that these transmissions are messages that are based in our reality, evoking a boundless range of emotions throughout.
The hectic fidelity of Gary War’s previous recordings have morphed into a unique production style which rewards with it’s rich tone and multi-layered tiers of sound and melody. We are witnessing a huge leap forward in both sound and vision, respectively. Meanwhile, the alienated code hardly discernible to the listener and clever pop structure remains, and in top form, making this album a warmly received gift to the Spectrum Spools catalog.
“Fear that man who has nothing to lose.”
Black Past is the musical solo vision of Cleveland based musician Gregory Boyd and “Pitch Black” is his debut statement and Dangerous Age 001.
Alternatively titled “A Soundtrack for a Deranged Motorcyclist”, “Pitch Black” is a bleak narrative pulling no punches. Utilizing an array of drums, percussion, synthesizers, guitars, and other various sound making devices, Boyd creates a damaged repertoire of haunted motorik songs and ghosted void stasis. There is an intensity and mystery buried in these tracks that keep you hooked throughout and coming back for more as you peel back each hidden layer to find new messages and meanings not obvious upon your first encounter.
“Blown Out Mind” kicks the record off with it’s repetitive drum clatter on the fringes of disaster and in-the-red synth leads. The track snow balls and collapses into “Brain Trouble”, a blitzing and disarming hypnotic grey cloud. “EG&S” (Mood Ring) will launch you into the heart of the “Pitch Black” concept while “A Dark Ride Into the Sun” rounds out the record with heavy analog riffing and dusty light waves. Bizzare fidelities resonate throughout which perplex with old school, truly D.I.Y., private basement session sound.
“Here You Leave Today is Southern California based Alex Twomey’s first full-length LP
as Mirror to Mirror, co-released by his own label Jugular Forest and the Cleveland
based Cylindrical Habitat Modules after a string of cassette releases for Arbor, Ekhein,
Gift Tapes, and Monorail Trespassing. Throughout the course of 7 enchanting
compositions for synthesizer Alex conveys a sense of thoughtful reflection. A melodious
personal journey exploring ones open connections to the people and surroundings they
encounter. Cotton candy for the ride home.”
Sanguine Futures opens with a slow crawl ; the burden of winter crawling across your back, reaching around your throat, grayed hands with frayed nails grip tight and pull you into an isolated realm of blissful purgatory. You’re only 2 and a half minutes in and creatures of crawling out of shadows and your breath is hanging heavy.
John Kolodij has crafted an auditory trip into territories that feel untouched, unmoved by a human hand, packed with ethereal and earthly blackness; a deep and dense wood, a coal-black night, tarry centers where you find the solitude of 100 year old weeping willows.
This is not an album crafted to simply listen and reflect, this is heavy slabs of flesh and blood, moaning, bending, warbling to life, groaning out and sucking you in. Shades of Scelsi and Penderecki collage and wind into spacious suites, built atop a foundation of heavy Köner-styled concrete. It’s beautiful, but there’s a lingering fear of the unknown, and you could lose your leg at your next step. It’s breathtaking and beautiful, but you’re always careful not to trip too far into these skeletal treescapes.
There’s deep, rusty veins running to the heart of Sanguine Futures, pumping a dark crimson fluid, driving the machine to keep humming. There’s a clicking film projector casting images onto a sheet of ice. We feel it, it’s thrust into the very energy that motivates us; a feeling of love, of life, of solace, of hope and pain and fear and joy and sorrow. This is a span of sounds and tones and textures, weaved together as a lifeforce. An album this isn’t, an entire affair, spanning our first to dying breaths. Heavy, spacious, frightening, and welcoming; all at once.
On Sanguine Futures, Kolodij was aided in arranging by Type Records’ John Twells, who also produced and mixed the record at Seventh Door Studios in Massachusetts. Trumpet by the renown Greg Kelley. James Plotkin mastered. Simon Fowler did the beautiful artwork.