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. —
One of the most unique rappers I have ever heard is on Cold Camp. You will know it when you hear him. I can’t decide if I think he is rad or not… ok, no, wait, I have decided… he is rad – been in my head all week.
Cold Camp’s (from Calgary) latest album, Winter Dreamz, was just released earlier this year.
Interesting feature of the tape itself, the B Side is the instrumental version of the album – very cool.
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 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.
New York City anti-folk band, Prewar Yardsale, new album “Sylvia Plath”!
I was lucky enough to get sent this spiral staircase of hidden black cloud, folksy, dark fun.
Gotta say, I enjoyed the B side of this tape the best. It could be the fact that I was into my second beer while listening to side 2, but I dunno. Song highlights for me include “Sway”, “She Knows Her Place”, and “Where Did You Go”:
Prewar Yardsale’s girtty lo-fi is working for me today. Check out their Bandcamp for a copy.