black eagle child // oh be joyful - split- tired trails - cass - 6$
no one knows why black eagle child sprung
out of his little midwestern nest, but we're all
sure as hell happy he did. cause he came out
spitting out one prolific sound scape after another.
his brilliant side of the tape features guitar,
accordion, road noise and rainstorms. all 3 tracks
are strung together with bliss wire, static and deep
low voice choir drones. a delicate riff arises, repeats.
mimicking itself and branching off into skeletal
sculptures. the sounds sink into the wind wallowing
restlessly, as city buses from the street creep in and
swallow. this is a meditative piece. sitting on the side
of a mountain with kind buds and no-mind. examine.
B side features oh be joyful, who begins an improvised
guitar piece with the sound of the wind sailing over sea
glass, an embrace of the earth and its movement.
recorded in a tent, this first piece reflects the intimacy of
living in that small space. with "ghost ride side car," this
side continues down a bleak path with what sounds like
the rumble of a motorcycle making its way through
a deserted town at night. goosebumps and sightings.
the last track, 'thunder hills chorus,' ends the cycle with
some deep deep bass and a chorus loop resounding,
raw gurgly murk getting spit out of the polluted earth.
beware. hand numbered blue tapes,
housed in blue & green tie-dyed recycled handmade paper-
hand-sewed together. beautiful hand drawn art (drawn by bec,
altered by obj) on gold paper. each unique.
-tt
nirvana pan jali / many mansions - split - tired trails - cass - 6$
the artist of many monikers including quaouauh,
sky shepherds & dream safari doses us again with
his self described lethargic spiritual drone.
the track,'Celestial Mud' is just as it would suggest.
think drugged out meandering drone. like tripping
through a temple's forest at night, getting stuck
between the sounds of the night and the sounds
of the temple. this one grows from a four member om
circle to a full earth shattering choral, sounding somewhere
between a thousand mosquitos and ten thousand tape
warped trumpets. some heavy ethereal chant here my friends.
chant and be..well..whatever you want.
the many mansions piece, 'Book of Splendor,'
begins its decent into indecency with killer tape
manipulations,synth filtering and frequent radio static,
painting the picture of a shiny new age sci-fi wonderland.
the tiny man is at the toy piano, the drunk-ed three armed
and eyed creature is taunting the bearded birds-who are
squawking back in their vinyl scratch like language.
pt. II: enter island drum beats. enter groove. get into it.
hand-drawn art on tapes, hand-sewn/stapled silkscreened
arty collage fabric & recycled felt pockets. collage art insert.
-ttc