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DECAYCAST REVIEWS: SHROUDED RECORDINGS ZINE #1-3

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Whenever  one  goes out to the mailbox  and   is  granted with music its a great  day, zines and  books are no exception, especially collaged zines which  throw my brain back into  being  15 and   thumbing through pages and pages and pages of   crudely  xeroxed interviews  with friends, bands i looked up to and  bands i  had yet to discover, Shrouded Recordings Zine is  pretty much this:  centered around the label with the same name.   Issue 1  has an interview with Sam from the Rita, which is  funny, informative and to the point, which is surrounded by high contrast images of cassette  tapes, industrial style  textures and abstracted artworks, and  ads  and  upcoming releases for the label. Volume 1  is more fanzine style, however,  Vol 2 and 3  give considerably more  to the  reader  in terms of length, quality, artwork, and information. Shrouded Zine boasts cut up style interviews, NOISE, NOISE, NOISE and more noise are jam packed  within this modest zine. All of the content  blends together in an interesting and almost dadaesque  way. Interviews   blend with reviews, ads, non sensical, albeit beautifully crude collaged images, and blank space – the MOST important  space in noise and  art, imho.

 

#3  is  perhaps my favorite so far, as  each page of content  is  intelligently paired with a blank page  to act as a  journal, sketch pad, notepad, blank space  for  contemplation. What at first seems maybe like a  printing  error later  reveals itself to be an intelligent and generous  offering from the  writer  to the reader – in fact mine is INDEED  scrawled with random notes and drawings  that i made on the  bus ride into the city  whilst  thumbing through volume three.     Fun and informative interview with Kevin Yuen from  Sutekh Hexan,  lots of  reviews covering  harsh noise, death industrial, power electronics, noise, electronic, ambient and  even some hardcore/metal  stuff! PLUSS   adds and upcoming releases  from noise, industrial, electronics, and harsh noise  labels, distros, and other  zines/webzines with some  minimal artwork  scrawled across the pages as backdrops.   I’ll be  looking forward to  stumbling across  more  from this  zine/label in the  future!

SHROUDED  RECORDINGS

decaycast REVIEWS : STYROFOAM SANCHEZ “Empire Underwater” LP/DVD/Book Review

decaycast REVIEWS : STYROFOAM SANCHEZ “Empire Underwater” LP/DVD/Book Review

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The tour kickoff in Oakland last night was sooo heavy. Loved it. The Styro gyre is at top spin, about to make land. Open wide murfukrs!
And the STYROFOAM SANCHEZ “Empire Underwater” LP is a required listening milestone. The past just floated away, this is serious soundcraft, lo-fi grabs hi-fi by the skullholes and has its way. Did y’all know what lyrics have been clattering out of the ocean’s brain all this time? Like Sun Ra said “There are other worlds they have not told you of who wish to speak with you.” SS lyrics are too core to their music, grab the book and see what you’re hearing. The illustrations are too much, a labyrinth for the eyeball while lost in the record… none of this distracted half-heard imusic… FULL IMMERSION.
Don’t look past the all new “Coastal Ruin” cassette, neither. Stretched out live sound, perfectly recorded darkness, suited to tape, triggers gooseflesh at the mere memory of styrene squeaks.

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Damn, and the whole  “macular Edema/Occular oOil Pond” DVD! The huge glue-jewel of this whole chemical crown. No spoilers though, suffice to say… don’t let your life suck on milquetoast mediocrity, grip this intense labor, one pkg includes the LP/DVD/BOOK, then the tape is its own. Sink yourself in mile deep layers of some heavy pitch black prescient shit, the future is cresting, about to pile onto your chest. Don’t say you were busy lookin’ at your phone glow.
http://www.ratskin.org/index2.html

-Pharmar Histamine, Resipiscent Records 

DecaycastREVIEWS : P.C.R.V. “Note To Self” CD (LEM , 2013)

DecaycastREVIEWS : P.C.R.V. “Note To Self” CD (LEM , 2013)

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P.C.R.V. is the longstanding project of Billings, MT based artist Matt Taggart . His PCRV Project historically has focused on harsh noise (passionately crafted with intent and direction) In a blend of a cut-up and wall styles of noise PCRV squeaks out intense soundscapes of conceptual noise music. Newer, more recent recorded works and performances have somewhat abandoned P.C.R.V.’s “signature style” so to speak, for a more fluxes / dada / playful/ conceptual approach to sound and performance; this newer style possesses no lack of excitement or interest though, almost always holding the same tension that the HARSH noise recordings do, just in a different and unique way.
“Note To Self” is no exception- a blending of all his styles – harsh noise, Minimalist breaks , tension, multi dimensional uses of sound through varied sound sources and rules of engagement with said sound sources, occasional jazz like sputterings and “field recordings” who knows? Who cares really , cause it sounds CRUNCHY. PCRV shows he as a near uncanny ability to navigate these drastically different styles of sound preparation and intent.

On the cover, “Note To Self” Boasts an intricate, yet crude collage by the artist himself – which is the perfect visual representation of the sounds existing within this album. PCRV’s sound palette has been quite diverse over the years and this disc is no exception. Jumping from harsh and blown out to subtle, conceptual and super minimal gives the listener a wide array of sonic possibilities and interactions, even the harsh sounds in this disk have a playfulness to them, the artists intention ? Really comes through in an interesting way. It’s a game – but it’s not . And also catch this dude LIVE if you get the chance, you may not know what to expect ; DADA / FLUXUS games or HARSH FUCKING NOISE, but it’s a great treat either way – TOP NOTCH.

LOVE EARTH MUSIC

P.C.R.V.

written by. Malo

Decaycast REVIEWS : DIVINE SHELL / JUSTIN MARC LLOYD “Obscure Psychic Themes” Split c10. (Rainbow Bridge, 2012 )

Decaycast REVIEWS : DIVINE SHELL / JUSTIN MARC LLOYD “Obscure Psychic Themes” Split c10. (Rainbow Bridge, 2012 )

Obscure Psychic Themes” starts off with two short tracks from Divine Shell, which elegantly weaves between manipulated voice, synth textures flexing tight and tense dynamics and thought out layerings and volume
and pacing automations. The listener goes on a wash of garbled vocal tracks, brainwave alteration binaural type vocal beadings. The voice goes into a head and whispers around for a while with delicate pops and low flying subtly chirping oscillators. A minimal beginning slowly builds into a harsh frenzy and then the listener is dropped back down, to a soft psychic beading fizzing tone. The tape sounds like it was hand mangled and then put back in the shell with great success and hard pause microsecond edits breathe the voice nicely, and then it fades away, as quietly and unassuming as it started. Great tension !!!!

The flip side is Justin Marc Lloyd who is back at it with his glitter bomb homebrewed electronic sandstorm of texture and fractured sounds. This piece is more sample
Based than a lot of the homemade electronics stuff I’ve heard, though there’s a lot of interesting high speed edits and stuttering mayhem going stereo crazy in the background of tape
Collage??!! Edits ? Who knows with this guy, but this mix gets more damaged and damaged by the second. Gospal instructional type tapes turn into splattering breaking racecar engines, and pop after pop after sharp scrape, the voice comes through again for a second and is washed away in a collage of murky bubbling distorted throbs of filching electronics. Sit back and enjoy a new sound, BINAURAL bleeding. Great little release, this label never really disappoints!!!

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Decaycast REVIEWS: Urdwyg The Goldrr – Psychic Volume 2 ” cassette (2013)

Decaycast REVIEWS: Urdwyg The Goldrr – Psychic Volume 2 ” cassette (2013)

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Urdwyg The Goldrr is a longstanding recording project based out of the UK. Pop this little dirty sucker in and instant audio assault begins to creep through the speakers. Urdwyg The Goldrr blends subtle feedback tomes , voice , the occasional blast of Harsh noise, screeching manic vocals, and big long wasps of screeching feedback. Low fi toilet scraping grumblings regurgitate belches of hot air noise squeezing through the cracks in the skin, kissing and slurping the microphone of the cassette recorder. The tape begins with a women’s voice; distant and distraught As this tape goes on, the oddness and fidelity degrades into a confusing start – stop pause button stream of consciousness composition. Voice melts to tape but the message is lost (or found in the muck. The tape recorder is emphasized through the pops, hisses, and analog artifacts as they build up into loops of scraping, beeping transmissions cast into the trash compactor. No fancy studio editing here, just primitive low fidelity, tape collage. Gurgling mouth sounds are a main sound source, however there’s a plethora of bottom of the steel barrel type “field recordings” cut in through manic pause button nervousness.

The chaos of Urdwyg The Goldrr on this release mirrors audio tape in record mode thrown in a subconscious blender of hissing and pissing, while the voice disappears and reappears through “signing” humming and sucking rhythmic amalgamations of the human voice .

The B side starts off with more direct, low do harsh noise of squeezing, squealing belts being stretched across the damaged audio tape hypothesis. Loops appear somewhat arbitrarily, repeat for a few bars and then are swallowed and subsequently vomited up through non sensual, non sensical surrealist style “voice” and dare I even say , “vocals”. The pitch speed maniac machine of FILTHY TURD’s operatic vomiting of springs in the throat dominates the b side as nervous chatterings of nonsense build a brick wall of confusion and disorientation. The overall lack of bass and low midrange present on this tape leads me to believe that it’s all recorded on a cassette or micro cassette player, and if it isn’t then I’d love to know the recording technique. Mouth meets blown out microphone over and over and over again- blending with the lowest fidelity scraping and breaking sounds to define the FILTHY TURD sound. The garbled voice that agitates constantly through this cassette is probally the strong point, and elevates this release to the status of “truly odd noise” what is the intent and why is the intention so hellishly weird?

The chaos of Urdwyg The Goldrr on this release mirrors audio tape in record mode thrown in a subconscious blender of hissing and pissing, while the voice disappears and reappears through “signing” humming and sucking rhythmic amalgamations of the human voice .

The B side starts off with more direct, low do harsh noise of squeezing, squealing belts being stretched across the damaged audio tape hypothesis. Loops appear somewhat arbitrarily, repeat for a few bars and then are swallowed and subsequently vomited up through non sensual, non sensical surrealist style “voice” and dare I even say , “vocals”. The pitch speed maniac machine of FILTHY TURD’s operatic vomiting of springs in the throat dominates the b side as nervous chatterings of nonsense build a brick wall of confusion and disorientation. The overall lack of bass and low midrange present on this tape leads me to believe that it’s all recorded on a cassette or micro cassette player, and if it isn’t then I’d love to know the recording technique. Mouth meets blown out microphone over and over and over again- blending with the lowest fidelity scraping and breaking sounds to define the FILTHY TURD sound. The garbled voice that agitates constantly through this cassette is probally the strong point, and elevates this release to the status of “truly odd noise” what is the intent and why is the intention so hellishly weird?

PS. These  tapes are recorded as one-offs, all  with slightly different sounds,  so if  you’d like a copy contact FILTHY TURD at their bandcamp and they will give you instructions on how to obtain your very own!

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DecaycastREVIEWS : Alessandro Bosetti “Stand Up Comedy ” LP (Weird Ear Records, 2012)

DecaycastREVIEWS : Alessandro
Bosetti “Stand Up Comedy ” LP (Weird Ear Records, 2012)

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Alessandro Bosetti is a self reflexive spoken word/conceptual/voice collage artist who offers up a unique release for the newly formed Weird Ear imprint, from Oakland,CA. This LP breaks interesting new ground with it’s playful, conceptual nature using mostly recorded voice, and collage. Bosetti works with gentle subtle textures in the background which bubble to foreground paint by numbers style follow along voice collages. DROP the needle and listen as the words circulate in a nauseous pattern of field recordings, ” interviews”, subtle tape manipulation artifacts, and self-reflexing tape cut ups for “talk radio like ” framework around cut up,conceptual based voice pieces. Sometimes playing like an interview with himself , other times a playful Dadaist / surrealist / Burroughs esque game Like approach is used; where Bossetti seems to cut himself in and out of different conversations, interviews, monologues and the like. “Stand Up Comedy”
References early “cut up method pieces” while still injecting compositional choices and subtle manipulations which break itself from the chains of “randomness” , yet “confusion” and “playfulness” seem to multiply a central theme ; intention becomes muddy as parts seem like happy accidents, where others seem cut and spliced with surgical knife like precision. Stand Up
Comedy is just a spoken word “work” but it’s not – it’s self referential and obvious with it’s cuts and pastes yet background sounds and minimalist “composed sections” bleed through and are given life through the sea of broken chatter ; the sound of the human voice- sometimes interesting, often “creepy” and almost always “idiosyncratic”. in it’s editing approach, which Bosetti makes no effort to hide through amplitude, fidelity and tonal differences between separate recordings, gives it an overall ebb and flow of abstraction of place and time; there is NO STUDIO, Bosetti leaks a conceptual gem, once the listener begins to LOOK and LISTEN at the same time.

And more about the record, the object,
For me the GLUE of this release Weird Ear Records really went for gold straight out of the gate on this album- top notch production from mastering, to design, to Concept, to the final
Presentation – a RARITY These days – especially from
a brand spanking new label. WER001 “Stand Up
Comedy” presents itself in the form a stunning picture disc (WITH MEANING ) the words of the recording are printed on the record- spiraling from the beginning inward – and GET THIS – they actually nearly almost always match up to what’s being played/said on the record at any given time- the needle reads a word ; LITERALLY —- WHAT???!?!? Y E S – a “dictation record” . Once I realized the link between the sound and the image , the concept sort of blew my mind.; A record bleeding self referentiality to the sound that the ear is sucking on – oh, what a joy. Often times the text is interesting, often times it seems “random” bit it never loses it’s form, pacing and style. “Spoken word” is not really my thing, but than again this isn’t really “spoken word”
TOP NOTCH RELEASE – will be looking out for more from
BOSSETTI and WEIRD EAR RECORDS
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DECAYCAST021: RAVEN : WE WILL START TO WORRY WHEN THE CYNICS START TO BELIEVE

Far far far far far away from the beautiful slums of the Decaycast West Oakland, CA headquarters Raven sent a sonic telegram which was usurped by the Decaycast drone bot and decrypted the file, and now it is presented to you.

DECAYCAST021: RAVEN : “WE WILL START TO WORRY WHEN THE CYNICS START TO BELIEVE”.

Ten minutes of crawling , shrieking militant style delicious walls of sonic scummed up textures. This guy knows his production and knows his sound. This is the sonic content of the citizens LRAD (Long Range Acoustic device) to fight back against corrupted states of decay with uncannied aural powers. Raven is deep, dark, and hard to find……

DecayREVIEWS: BASIDIOMYCOTA/PLAYING WITH NUNS Split CDr (No Label)

PLAYING WITH NUNS / BASIDIOMYCOTA “Split” CDr (2010?)basidiomycota split
First three tracks are by a project from Argentena, “Playing With Nuns” who seem to have a lengthy stream of work according to their discogs. The disc begins with some well prepped tape snake hiss mixed with lower rumbles, which subtly gains structure and textures of what it might sound like the last few seconds of being trapped under ice, and all death’s inherent delays. Easily the best paced track? on the disk? churning, churning, tense, lower fidelity tape scraping, mixes with oscillator explorations, CBradio gone awray, parts recorded through a coca cola bottle gas mask??? higher pitched feedback carves into solid middle range timbre, eight broken speak and spells slowed down to shopped and crude pacing, all while still moving forward and backward at the same time. The second and third tracks are more rhythm brain ? pop? (haha) forward, but UMMMMmmm, don’t make me feel as uncomfortable (shoot me brains in) as the first piece (I think that’s OK, right?). Good movements in themselves but the first piece caught me most by the throat,ALL the way up to the oscillator heli attacks of the 1:20 mark of track number two, another high point. sssssspeaking of “by the throat” type stuff, track four and five, Basidiomycota and Co. graft dense, layered lobotimone$$$y hook systems for self taught surgery school in the girl’s bathroom with the hairdryer in the sink, the SOUND OF NEURAL SHOCK, again and again and again. Frothy architectures of warbling delayed LFO and LSDee buzzsaw waveforms, from tooth to throat—cutting through your speakers and turn them into high pitched frontal-lobe modification receptors, the sound design of your own death/reincarnated/incinerated as a 222,220 volt power inverter. calmer delayed waves of voice structures give way to alien flutters, nanobot druid hums for the 23rd century. Outer space music to abate the post pre- post-human… Charge your 9v brain supply to die 1000 times over and over again with this mix. Does your skull still work? Is it still holding in the flesh??? Leave the volume set alone to pan out decay your neighbors into the ground where they belong. Sharp,sharp, sounds throughout. Pretty good release overall, seems that maybe they should have done more than 10? maybe not though,,,
Packaging was standard color xerox printout in thin plastic bag with yellow CDr w/ sharpie. Not the worst, NOT the best, though the drawing and layout are quite snazzizy…
written by: malo
Overall : 8.1/13.0
BASIDIOMYCOTA – @ LEWCID JOOSEBOX
PLAYING WITH NUNS @ Discogs

Decaycast#011:Gumball Rimpoche “I Had a Dream Last Night” aka???? Decaycast Mix.

GUMBALL RIMPOCHE “I Had A Dream Last Night” Mix. 19:07 {35mb}

Mr. Rimpoche composes 19 minutes of stellar aural frontal lobe circus surgery with voice, samples, and nano-technology. composed for the un-ex-sub-non conscious 29th century intellectual. Die 999 times and be reborn 1000 ..and it gets better every time with this one. This kid’s a star in 2010, no doubt about…Sounds best in a dark cement room with cockroach reverberation flickering your inner ear.. ……These writings were encrypted within the audio file that came from the artists’s hacked computer harddrive,,,,,
“On the night of the last RATSKIN show, I had a very strange and…
mundane dream.

I was at a Lady Gaga concert, enjoying the rediculous pop spectacle,
when she decided to make things a bit more interesting– laying down
on the stage spread-eagle, she exposed her writhing tarantula bush to
the audience. I immediately (as if by instinct) jumped up there and
dove straight in.

After that we were inseperable, each feeding from the others’ bloated
ego like two fat grubs connected asshole to asshole (Ouroboros?) The
sex was blindingly mediocre–filled with knives and empty promises.
We wrote and produced two albums together before our love consumed all
reason and we found ourselves filled with drugs and trapped in a
shithole apartment in Queens. I tried to dump her for a vocoder, but
she wasn’t having it..

The double murder that resulted is still one of the strangest unsolved
cases of all time.”