Taraka Larson of Prince Rama |
Cole Alexander of Black Lips |
Nate Grace of Pure X |
And Max aka High Wolf All Photos by: Fabian Villa |
Taraka Larson of Prince Rama |
Cole Alexander of Black Lips |
Nate Grace of Pure X |
And Max aka High Wolf All Photos by: Fabian Villa |
"Originally conceived as a project based around healing frequencies, Lumens’ self-titled debut actually manifested into an exorcism of sorts; understated swells of cavernous brass and strings, decaying drum loops, warm-electronic pulses of synth & home-made tape-phrases, and ephemeral layered vocals (more playing out as an instrument than voice) are various expressions of the greater body which is Lumens (HD004).
Lumens’ debut is as understated as it is emotive; the sound of tape machines extend out of their murky aural-bed never to return again; ambiguous samples play out to reveal hidden facets of detail; acausal song structure becomes suddenly coordinated in minimal, yet dense, movements of reserved sonic exploration and focused ambiance.
Opener Sweet Voice and closer When I knew You feature respective visitations of reversed and layered vocals, the former track collapsing into a narcotic kraut-groove halfway through its duration, marked with measured swells of foggy trumpet and viola; the latter leading the album into a final ascension, guided by collisions of brass and effects-laden voice over a primordial pulse of echoing floor-tom. The centerpieces of the album, Fake Time and Valley, recede back into expansive panoramas of minimalism; gradient soundscapes that deliberately journey through wide-open spaces of tonal depth and texture. Space and time shed their former boundaries, and there exists Lumens, embracing the void and bringing form where it was once absent."- Holodeck
"As the name would imply, Thousand Foot Whale Claw are only concerned with large proportions. This is TFWC’s debut release, though the Austin-based four piece have been mind-controlling live audiences with wave after wave of sub & ultra-sonic psychedelic frequencies for over a year now. Walls of synth(s) and infinitely-sustaining guitar(s) ride the undercurrent of deeply effected bass to create two 11-minute slabs of sound that comprise Lost in Those Dunes (HD002).
The release opens with its self-titled track, patiently smoldering and taking form like a star being born in a cloud of heat and dust: filters open, unintelligible sound sources emerge, a glowing bass-line breaths subtle rhythm into the track, and what was once a barely audible frequency is now a resonance that you are inside of. Fleshwave follows a similar path, though opting for a noisier, more chaotic, and formless nebula of sonics to float through. Order out of chaos, they say.
The overall expansiveness of Lost in Those Dunes brings “spaced out” to a new exponential level; the feeling of being lost is undeniable, though finding out just where you are lost will be a more difficult question to answer."- Holodeck
"Re-release of the ultra limited CD-R on Kiamisha Drive (KIA011, 2003), the imprint of one Daniel Hipolíto, also known as Smokey Emery. Only a handful were released initially, including one exclusive repress for Aquarius Records in San Francisco, who was awfully fond of the album. Now, Holodeck is proud to release the first installment of Smokey Emery’s three part Soundtracks for Invisibility series on the format that’s most proper: tape.
Soundtracks for Invisibility Vol 1: Youth Burnt While Traveling (HD001) is an arresting listen: symphonic drones and tape-loops are captured and constructed, and subsequently manipulated, on a series of reel-to-reel recorders, passed through effects & multiple generations of pitch-shifts, then allowed to loop over each other and explore the natural decay and idiosyncrasies of their respective formats. The machines feel as if they are given their own voices, like overhearing the hushed conversations between the components of a drenched city in the dead of night. Hipolíto acts as a medium between these voices, invisibly orchestrating an experimental narrative that facilitates the pulses of mechanical drones with plucks of timeless music boxes and other field recordings into a coherent and emotive whole.