Tag: aaron levin
- Jay Arner
- Bad Friend
- (Self Released)
- Vancouver, BC
From the distorted cruise of Aaron Levin:
Sometimes it’s just the feeling that perseveres. Not the delicate soundscape nor the sparing metaphor; just a pervasive memory lingering; echoes and ambers from the fires of pop and catch. “Black Horse” is a rare breed of languid summer burners and ethereal dissonance, capturing a bleary, pitch-shifted vision into one of the most enduring songs of the season. Bad Friend provides a welcomed balance to “Black Horse”‘s minor-key nostalgia with the title track “Bad Friend”: a distorted cruise through granular addiction and classic 90s jammery. An unsurprising favorite at the HQ. Grip+++.
From the gnarled saxonomy of Aaron Levin:
Iterant, cosmic waves ooze from the golden, looped saxonomy of Bry Webb on this fantastic excursion into the rhythmic recesses of magnetic isolation. Emerging from the beacon of Canadian rockery, Sax Tape is a deep, rhythmic meditation of avant saxophone; a stellar dance through fantastic landscapes and psychedelic moods. The experience is utterly rewarding in its polyphonic entirety, encouraging recursive experimentation with results beyond the gnarly. Certified grippage.
EXPWY’s latest offering is a letter-size explosion of bent brazo-pop. With its genesis rooted in the hooked-out “I Love Montreal”, EP swerves with euphoric candor and popular relief; melancholic grooves carving synaptic routes for the lounge-laced summery snag while drum machine march ever forward. The fuzz guitars have been replaced with Brazilian nylon genius, but the impact is all the same: pure, insatiable pop addiction.
- (Self Released)
- Montreal, QC
From the lamborghini lyfe of Aaron Levin:
File under: utterly blasted crust bursting with nihilistic shreddery. Tearing through every inch of magnetic magma wrapping their debut offering, Nubians embark on a crusade of bosonic annihilation crammed with enough attitude to crush, kill, destroy stress. SICC WIDDIT.
- Aaron Lumley
- (Self Released)
- Montreal, QC
From the can-adia navigations of Aaron Levin:
Spiritual reverberations emanate from this dense offering of solo Contrebasse by Montreal-via-Toronto’s Aaron Lumley. Pushing past limitations of space and consciousness, mass churns through energetic bursts whose halo can be felt in every groove. Wilderness resonates with incredible candor while Lumley reaches lonesome heights of the highest mystic calibre. Worth every repeated listen.
From the sproolian diskos of Aaron Levin:
Emerging as a monolithic, chrome-plated, velvet-wrapped, polyvinyl beacon to our frightening future, Drainolith is leading the vanguard of a new Canadian tradition. It’s outrageous to imply the disparate, hallowed murmuring and violent drum-dance to the netherzone as any sort of American primitive, yet Fighting‘s potency is its gorgeous descent into genre nihilism; a future folk-minimalism augmented with drum machines and metal-zone abandonment, harkening the urgency of creative expression within a world of redacted meaning. Drainolith has forged a terrifying new breed of singer-songwriter. Incredible. Must grip.
Somewhere between a rave-induced, casio-blown pop ritual and the netherworld of nuanced bedroom wizardry lurks an unassuming champion of weirdo minimalism. Several journey‘s through Spools’ cosmique varieté will induce a space-gaze of drum machine rhetoric, riddum annihilation, and post-ritual keyboard jammery. A rare glimpse into the streaming consciousness of precious obscurity.
As Western-Canada’s premier festival quickly approaches (or, rather, starts today), we thought we’d prepare the world’s smallest guide to the Canadian underground. Below is a printable and foldable PDF to help you make your way through Sled Islands vast program of emerging Canadiana. The guide aims to highlight emerging sounds from our northern zone and may cause geographic fanaticism. Use at own risk.
From the drexciyan waves of Aaron Levin:
Emerging from the Drexciyan school of liquid-techno, No UFO’s tour-only-CDR yields a peak into the digital netherverse enveloping their creative flow. Percolating an emerging digi-ethos through layers of bit-filtered static, each song on MPC Tracks Vol 1 is a stargate into the meditative tech-zones of modern electronica. It’s got enough rhythmania to sustain the heaviest of Kraut grippery, but the bedroom boredom dance groove transfigures it into new dimensions of minimal nongenre. An official cassette version will be available sooner for immediate grippage.
From the modal vibrations of Aaron Levin:
The final release from Montreal’s Pop Winds has it’s genesis within the sub-atomic modal vibrations coursing through the fabric of space time. “Phonons” fades into pulsed existence, while the droning guitars and synth tones coalesce into Earth To Friend‘s mournful harmonies. The pervasive feeling of departures permeates the album’s sparse, cosmic catch, solidifying their popular emotion with minor-key elegance. RIP, friends. You were good to us.