Dammit, it’s about time someone did an experimental, spoken word, jazz, art rock, pushing of bounds, album for birds and related animals! It’s finally here. Feed freely, birds.
The kind folks over at Minneapolis label, Bumpy Records, were kind enough to send over another tape. This one from Purity Olympics “impossible feburary in d minor” is an experimental escape of lucious echo-y proportions.
It is everything its soundscape, intimate self, wants so badly be. I am happy to add it to my collection.
At the moment of writing this, there is one tape left at $5 if you want to grab it. —
I went to a recent club show here in Fresno that had mostly local acts, except for the band Pancho And The Wizards (they are from the Central Coast of California – almost local). So I had not heard of them before, but I really enjoyed their set.
Somehow I didn’t catch that they had any tapes (even though I checked the merch table, I thought). One of the band members hit me up on TikTok and said they do, in fact, have tapes, and he was nice enough to send me one.
While the tape was released back in 2021, the music shows no signs of age. Psychedelic garage rock with accessible punk. Listening to the cassette made me think of things like:
Chunky and crunchy.
Playing with the switches on an old truck’s dashboard.
Eating a fresh bowl of Grape Nuts.
Sunday afternoon, just getting over a hangover and thinking about having a beer.
This album, it’s like a good bowl of chili or menudo. You’re not exactly sure what everything in it is or where it comes from, but it still manages to be good.
There are hooks and soulful softness that Camo seems to purposely take a hammer and crowbar to, in a good way.
He knows how to write songs, got bored with that, and made this. And I like it.
Favorite tracks:
Ugly
Outside
Don’t Drop Out
Only 50 of the cassettes exist. I am happy to have one.
I really didn’t know what to expect from Jason Trachtenburg’s tape, “I Really Love You Tonight”. Getting to listen to something in the literary folk genre might be a first for me. But holy crap, the talent here can’t be denied.
Honestly, I was expecting something experimental and was pleasantly surprised to find out it’s only a little bit. Very catchy but with some weight to it somehow.
I hear the fun side of the Beatles mixed with some Oingo Boingo, Dave Edmunds, and the Bakersfield sound.
Familiar, but with a flair I think only Trachtenburg can deliver.
You’re not going to find many cassettes that have a piccolo trumpet, flutes, a conch shell, and a cow horn. A fun cassette to play for the tikes in your life.
I had a good time, having this tape on, as I did some writing and wandering around the Internet.
After reading the self description of this album by the band, I feel they sum this up better than I can:
EMPIRE isn’t just a record — it’s an arena. Rooted in friction — and dance. Raw, hard-hitting beats, trumpets, synths, melodic swing, guitar, — all driving forward with sharp precision and pure adrenaline. Each track pounds through power struggles, inner battles, submission, obsession, and resistance. Playing the fiddle while Rome burns — and being serious about it. It’s about the empire inside every one of us. Watch your fools. Your front door. Your tiny pills. Your peace. And take good care of your dogs.