- (R.A.W. Records)
- ???, Canada
- Originally Released: 1983
From the summer’s moon of Aaron Levin:
Thanks to the hard work of Numero Group‘s Rob Sevier, the world’s most epic soft-synth mumbler has been caught with a Canadian citizenship. What started with a chance pull in an Edmonton flea-market by one Jon Murphy, ended in a bewildering world-wide phenomenon of softness. Lewis’ lone LP from 1983 is as unusual as it is delicate; an incomprehensible whispered drawl lingers above mysts of smooth-laced synthesizers and nylon guitar as Lewis croons his way through inaudible love, suffering, and mid-afternoon bliss. The confusion accelerates as you begin to dissect the record: dedications to Christie Brinkley, an incredible facsimile on the cover (looking surprisingly like Aaron Levin), a record label named R.A.W., and a history of rip-offs and potential murders (uncovered by multiple individuals tracking members associated with Lewis’ LP). In the end there are no answers. Lewis remains a mystery, with only his name (not Lewis), citizenship (Canadian), and a PO Box in Hawaii. I once found five copies in Calgary, Alberta, which makes me believe this unidentified future softness began in the heart of wild roses. But we may only wonder. Until then, enjoy the most incomprehensible album in the universe (yes, it’s softer than THOMAS). If you can transcribe the lyrics to “I Thought The World of You” I will give you a rare record. [Special thanks for those involved in uncovering the Lewis mystery (and laughing at me when I began to champion it): Jon Murphy, Rob Sevier, Jack Fernwood, and Douglas McGowan].
- The Axe Is Ready At The Tree
- (Self Released)
- Toronto, ON
From the grace under fire of Jesse Locke:
Free-floating memories of Sunday morning devotionals merge with the holy ghost of Ann Peebles on this earth-rattling rave-up in the name of. Fresh to def with instantaneous heft and a front-to-back set of unshakeable tunes, Chrissy Reichert’s pitch (and paradigm) shifted bangers twist up Tranzac avant-squawk with dusted brother ‘No C’ Zukerman, including feline sound effects guaranteed to freak out your cats. Tenderness could be 2012’s sonic salvation. Get ur grip on.
- (Self Released)
- Edmonton, AB
From the mind’s island of Jesse Locke:
File Under: Angelo Badalamelty. Stealthily trailing his previous tone-float into the celestial spring, Phil Dickau reemerges with the ill-omened warble jams of Taiwan. Hidden deep in the mustiest corners of the Black Lodge, he re-imagines Twin Peaks’ timeless soundworld as a nightmaric smooth jazz Buddha Box. Groove to the sound of your mind liquefied.
From the divine celebration of Aaron Levin:
Janela burns eternal; an outlier within the data-set of cosmic dance musik. Layers of its breath carry our spirits, buoyed by waves of emotional grace. Each listening a ceremony; a christening for THOMAS’ ascension. Every song a Eucharist; a celebration for the last feast of genre. And each movement brimming with quanta of popular majesty, shimmering in sync by the union of the jazz. It is heaven. It is joy. It is love. Janela is our last supper. And our revelation. Join hands, minds, and hearts with your neighbour as our spirits dance with ecclesiastical smoothness into the heavens of rhythm and bass.