From the garbage bag of Christopher Laramee:
Some more prime-ass outer limits holler courtesy of the fine folks at Winnipeg’s Dub Ditch Picnic. The product of a healthy jam between Montreal’s JLK and Victoria’s Babysitter, this tweaker’s moan sounds like they decided to do some straight up cover of Lynch’s Eraserhead soundtrack, recorded inside of the chassis of some burnt out Greyhound bus. Not for the faint of heart or ear. Of these three tracks of lurker’s compensation, this scribe’s favourite has gotta be the last one, “Wanderings”, a very apt description of what goes down. Is this blues? Yes it is, a very special and lonesome kind of blues. Sorta sounds like what it would be like to be a toddler and watch your favourite stuffed animal slowly light itself on fire. You’ve been warned…
From the fractured columns of David Ferris:
Following a sacral network of obscure contours to somewhere in the middle of Calgary and Vancouver (perhaps in some rune-filled terminus), the members of USSR congregate and document themselves. PIXXX3 finds them frozen like statues buried under the ash of some great Pompeii, caught unawares in the midst of some unknown millenarian liturgy, their ritualized poses interlocking through unknown geometries towards a transcendental logic. Hobo Cubes’ bubbling opening overlooks an abyss of tenebrous depths and sonorous chambers, explored by the voices of Aaron Sereda and Josh Fraser. Burro’s pall of desert dissonance collapses into Mongst’s expansive drone. Country and Western offers Teutonic excursions while Cadillac Spring blasts damaged acrid folk. Everything fits. Highly recommended: listen to the whole thing here.
From the death spell omega of Jesse Locke:
Sustaining the séance of their debut cassette, spectre-beat duo Hey Mother Death find Gondry/Björkian symmetry with chromatic visionary Heather Rappard. These ghostly exposures link up so perfectly with the spellbinding whispers, scorched guitars and splintered trip-hop that it’s difficult to imagine one without the other. This one screams Serious Art from start to finish, with nary an ironic wink in sight.
Borne on the fever dreams of aquatic explorers, Moonwood journey fringeward through the fourth underworld. Their mesmerizing pursuit of exotic minimalism is peppered with gourd flutes, lap harps and ekatantari to give their forlorn excursions final entry within nature’s infinite drone. Music for water borne disease, indeed. Clear-blue vinyl for the pure of grip.
Swaddling their inaugural cassette in a surgical glove cocoon, Montreal’s newest modular synth and electronics power duo scramble brains like Ramsay does eggs. The inspired mind-meld of Frank “Hobo” De Gallo and Jesse “Meat Parade” Osborne-Lanthier oozes from ear to ear with effervescent washes, high-pitched squeaks and interplanetary gabber in a post-space-rave chillout room. The totemic objects encased within offer a time capsule from the year 2046. O.R. They?
- Au Vol
- (Self Released)
- Thunder Bay, ON // Ottawa, ON
From the twisted Messendres of Aaron Levin:
Canada’s cantankerous centrifuge (read: Thunder Bay) births another industrial mammoth. Rolling in throws of topological warble and droning magnificence, Au Vol soaks the diligent mind in patterns of pseudorandom bliss. Apothecary is not without its minimal ambience, bringing a truer vision into the audio dialog coursing through the Canadian Shield.
From the wilting wisps of Jesse Locke:
Shuffling and smiling through a moon-hung Ren. Faire when the dandelion wine has kicked in for the minstrels, electroacoustic jazzbo Lee Hutzulak dips into that crazy river. Tucked underneath his faded poncho, the twinkle-eyed lifeguard of Dixie’s Death Pool unleashes a squadron of steam punk arachnids to undertake his mystical bidding. Rev up your electric flute, grab a Mackie Blackjack and get jiggy.
- Bitter Fictions
- Looper Pedal Blues
- (This Is Shaking Box Music)
- Calgary, AB
From the strange nerves of Jesse Locke:
Revelling in the unabashed pleasures of record collection rock, alt-weekly barnstormer and vinyl slinging stalwart Devin Friesen has hit a stride with his effects-laden solo flight. Looper Pedal Blues is one of two new cassettes from Friesen’s own Gerogerigegege-inspired imprint, pairing epic instrumental fuzz-outs and guitar-damaged confessionals abuzz with post-SY hookery. We love the jams and the jams run free.
From the munchkin motorik of Taylor Burgess:
Chris Jaax, the patriarch of Winnipeg’s noise scene, is also the patriarch of the White Dog Family Band. More motorik than mere mortals, his eight-year-old munchkin Magnus meanly rocks the mic, mocking music as you know it. You’ll be thrust headfirst into hypnotheraphy through this cassette, the final White Dog release and one of his easiest on the ears. Obey the mountainous composition and its ganja man “de-mix” version on the flip to escape all mysterious matter into hyper-awareness of the meaningful mendacity of your senses. White Dog, what is your secret?
From the toxic concoction of Jesse Locke:
Just in time for tour, Frank Hobo and the infamous guitar shredder JLK drop this CD (remember those?) of haunted ramblings down the dustbowl backroads. As Velvet Chrome, the power couple combines sensibilities to create a toxic concoction of No Wave skree and ugly Americana laced with hits from the cosmic blotter. Though the majority of these workouts are propelled by primitive drum beats and detuned six-string strategies, seven-minute drifter “Glass Maze” is a primarily vocal-based drone, and closer “Miles Away” is one of the most beautiful pieces of Motorik bliss this side of Neu! 75. A merch table must.