BEAST NEST “Pluto” Video Premiere

BEAST NEST “Pluto” Video Premiere :

(video directed by : malocculsion)

The efforts of  Bay Area  artist, musician, healer, promoter and educator  Sharmi Basu are seemingly endless and  so far reaching  that  before  one has the opportunity  to grasp  and contextualize  one action in the  greater realm of experimental music, they are onto the next.

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production still from “Pluto” video

Between constantly touring, and  releasing last years  “Taste Of India” cassette (Ratskin), a new  Tour  EP  for  her  recently completed  European tour,  running  The Mara Performance Collective,  which self describes as “a performance and improvisation group that is centered on shared politics and identity.  The MPC is focused on radical people of color, that is non-white folks, and is emphasizing those who identify as queer, trans, and/or womyn of color.”, and it’s offshoot, Brown Noise  , have become staples for many new  and  experienced artists to gain and refine their “chops” so to speak outside of the  white male patriarchy which has historically taken up so much space in noise and  underground communities.  Most recently, Basu was  a  part of The Universe Is Lit:  the bay area’s  first ever Black and  Brown Punk Festival with  fellow curators Shawna Shawnte, Jade Ariana and Titania Kumeh, and recently opening for electronic music’s den mother Suzanne Ciani at the  San Francisco Electronic Music Festival,  Through all of this, Basu has both ears, a dog and a mic to the ground in the  forefront of  experimental music, politics, and community building.  She  even contributed a track to the recently released  “Rogue Pulse /  Gravity Collapse” compilation (Ratskin)  which spawns twelve hours of music in direct support of  Black Lives Matter,  St James Infirmary, and The Oakland  Immediate Relief Fund, which  consisted of  Basu and  several other femme organizers who took  and  distributed donations after last year’s Ghostship tragedy which claimed the lives of thirty six souls of the  Oakland and  bay area

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BEAST NEST . Photo:  Gabby Gamboa.

creative community, many of whom were  close to Basu.   Despite all of this  loss, chaos, and  uncertainty with these  violent, chaotic, shaking and bleeding times,  Basu marches forward  and  continues to help  pave the way for the  decolonization of  experimental, underground, music and  art. A  necessary, radical  action, like many aspects of confronting white supremacy,  which is long overdue.

Today, Basu releases a video for  “Pluto”  which is  from the B side of the “Taste of  India”  cassette, released in an edition of  100  cassettes on Ratskin in fall of last year, which can be viewed above.  The video blends analog and  video  synthesis, feedback, found  footage and  digital  video processing. Make sure to  click the  HD option in the  youtube window for  maximum definition, as the  video is  visually dense. Please make sure to    Follow her Bandcamp,  or   Soundcloud  orrrrrrr  main website for more information and  current shows. She also has a Patreon which has some amazing  incentives!

 

 

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DECAYCAST REVIEWS: HEY EXIT “Else” Cassette/Digital (2015)

“Else”  was  recorded by HEY  EXIT, in Brooklyn NY in 2015, but  you’d  never  really be able to tell as  it comes off  as this  sort of  timeless  drone recording.  “Else”  starts with a low, slow, cloudy  drone and  slowly builds and  destroys  subtlety across the  entire album. The  first sounds that  emerge  are  delicate.  spacious, tone  poems of  humming synths? guitars? who knows?  but the  source a1533371763_16isn’t  really that important and the sounds  create a sonic  space  that exists  somewhat outside of  codified instrumentation, structure,  rhythm. The  sonic palette of HEY EXIT is  largely of a similar toolset, at least on Else, and the cassette is broken up into five tracks, however they all function as  one  breadth, decaying and  gently bleeding into each other. “What Role, If  Any”  is  probably the track that feels   most complete on its  own in terms of a moving composition within itself and  offers arguably the most  sonic  density and  variety on this EP.

The sounds themselves  are a  plush mesh of drones,  blissed  out  and  stretched  out  orchestral swells, slow attack  guitar  swells,  strategically placed crunches of  rumbling  distortion, and  wind. The  tempo of  Else is  made up of slow, delicately offered  pulses, as  if  someone was  breathing  out the notes, blowing ou

t the  tempo on a single  flickering candle,  but  not  through a wind  instrument, the  attack is gone, the breath has  transformed into a slow,  churning, crawling, beautiful sound.  The slow, crawling , glossy pillars of  sounds ,  at times  almost seemed to  sync up with my breath as i was  sitting in the dark listen

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ing to the  cassette on repeat. This is  excellent  “meditation” music, or at least music that  begs of  slow action, slow  thought,  slow body movements, and slow listening. There  are moments  that  get “noisy” in the traditional sense, but they never  obliterate or  destroy the  more  quiet, subtle  tones  that dance and  breathe  as he main life  source of the  piece.  “Else”  is  a delicately crafted ambient  drone offering for  fans of  slow, delicate, breathing music to  listen to  on a foggy, crawling  confusing day. Highly enjoyable.

 

You can   check this release and more  from HEY  EXIT,  here

TONIGHT: NOISE SHOW IN SF w/ DEMONSLEEPER / THOABATH / NEHA SPELLFISH / MALOCCULSION

TONIGHT  4/20 IN THE  CITY OF  SAN FRANPSYCHO

SECOND ACT. 1727 HAIGHT STREET, SF, CA 7:45-10PM SHARP

 

“Four twenny in the Haight Ashbury? Yup. If smoke makes the best sunsets, the banks of Golden Gate Park will be blowin’ up as Neha Spellfish, Malocculsion, play the final show with Demonsleeper and Thoabath before they hang ten off a dank ring blowing out toward San Juan, Puerto Rico where they’ll opena new venue for experimental live sound. Come see them off with…1414959_10153953359597836_4368103547300810001_o

NEHA SPELLFISH (Oakland/Madrid)
With low frequency waves washing up on a beach of dark noise ambience, Spellfish delves into the shared space of interspecies communication and paramnesia, invoking the spectral measure of waking consciousness and noospheric cognition. Neha invokes themes of macro psychology, xeno feminism, dynamically modeled weather enclosures, and instinctual variance, employing audio programming platforms and algorithmic granular synthesis.
https://soundcloud.com/spellfish

Demonsleeper
Deathrattle lullabys and inescapable lucid dreamscapes wrought by somnambulist maestra, Alexandra Bushman. In 1999, she formed the electro-acoustic group, Synethesia, tegether with Angélica Negrón. After scaring the daylights out of everyone at the Conservatory of Music in Puerto Rico, she matriculated to Mills College before committing to advanced studies with ancient dark forces whose names must never be spoken.
https://soundcloud.com/demonsleeper

Thoabath
There’s a perceptible gravity to Andy Way that somehow vanishes once you draw near, the material world floats adrift. His solo project, Thoabath, might just be that massless Euclidean point where noise, dub, power electronics, horror, and ambient all emanate, an entelechy without clear precedent, of no laws. Prepare your ear, first study his collaborations with luminaries like Bruce Anderson (MX-80) & Petit Mal in the project, French Radio, sink yourself in the occult cacophony of Sutekh Hexen, and then, approach Thoabath, inescapable dark quasar.
https://soundcloud.com/acway/

Malocculsion
Watch concrete turn to quicksand and glass return to sand as this sonic juggernaut storms the Haight Ashbury. His inaugural solo album released last year, “Psychosis Industrial Complex”, melds blown out distorted beats, arpeggiated synths, tape manipulation, voice, field recordings and homemade oscillators to belt forth a dark, unique offering of post industrial, prison music.
https://ratskinrecords.bandcamp.com/album/malocculsion-psychosis-industrial-complex

 

 

DECAYCAST REVIEWS : PREGNANT SPORE / VERTONEN Split Cassette (Forever Escaping Boredom Records , 2013)

DECAYCAST REVIEWS : PREGNANT SPORE / VERTONEN Split Cassette (Forever Escaping Boredom Records , 2013)

The Pregnant Spore side opens up with a fuzzed out, distorted thud percussion pulse and  slices of  choking voices aboot. The  blown out crawling bass slam and  garbled voice slices play off of each other quite nicely, and occasionally giving way to blown out sawtooth death note blasts that come from below and pierce through the mix. Albeit them a little hot in the mix, these jagged bass blasts create a rhythmic structure which shapes a dense and articulate bassline for a plethora of stuttering, FullSizeRender(13)flickering , and what sounds like sampled piano notes bounce off of each other in a loose and playful yet, rhythmically interesting way. The first half of the track held a little more tension for me personally, but the dense buildup toward the end created a relieving and necessary contrast. Overall a wide scope of  timbre and dynamics of sound  are utilized in a short amount of time. Will be writing more about this project in the coming reviews for sure, as we have at least one more tape by Pregnant Spore in the  piles of stuff to do. Now let’s get to the second side.

The Vertonen side comes right out of the gate with a warm yet sharp sounding repeating oscillation of unknown origin which goes on seemingly unchanged and tightly hinged to itself. gently beneath the surface, as if a failed distant audial telegraph, a slow tone begins to oscillate deep beneath the surface and causes a subtle yet growing psychedelic phasing of the original pulse. Slowly but with a determined tension, more and more complimentary voices trickle in and out of the mix, and cautiously roll over each other into a Terry Riley/ Steve Reich esque nod to minimalist classical composition. A short, relevant and beautifully articulate offering from Blake Edward’s Vertonen project.

Overall, a nice short release, although both projects could use a little more room on the ol’ magnet as i felt both pieces were cut off a bit abruptly, however sometimes that’s the way she goes , leave them wanting more yes? a solid release overall, with a brightly collaged color xerox cover, and plushly purple tapes which complement the J card’s nicely. Will be reviewing more from this label in the following weeks.

FOREVER ESCAPING BOREDOM

PREGNANT SPORE

VERTONEN

HAPPY NEW YEAR – Lots coming in 2015!!

Hello and thanks for keeping up with decaycast . 2015 will bring a lot more reviews , interviews , podcasts and even our own bandcamp for easier streaming / downloading of all of our past and future episodes . If you’d like to submit PHYSICAL material
For review please email
Decaycast(at)gmail.com and we’ll go from there . We’re also happy to announce that we have two new writers so we’ll be able to crank out more lengthy reviews quicker and with more love and precision! The band camp will be up by the end of the week and expect interviews with PCRV , Crank Sturgeon , Jason Wade and tons more !!!

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Decaycast REVIEWS : Justin Marc Lloyd “No Gold In the Fortress” c60 (Rainbow Bridge , 2012)

Decaycast REVIEWS : Justin Marc Lloyd “No Gold In the Fortress” c60 (Rainbow Bridge , 2012)

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Justin Mark Lloyd Is a Chicago based purveyor of strange broken sonic devices, custom made circuit bent electronics, clothes, record labels, and more, ie ; the high output, color vomit fest magic man behind Rainbow Bridge Recordings, and about a million other projects. This solo cassette , (on the Rainbow Bridge label) opens up with high-pitched pulsing, scraping, fuzzed out sonic mayhem, sending out liquid sounds of belched circuit bent noise. HIGH levels of distorted sound manglings open up the floodgates to a long tape of minced and mangled electronic wounds. JML blends broken keyboards? , fuzzed out stuttering , throat choked mouth sounds and stunted vocals with manic circuits turning on themselves. All through the mix , this tape never gets too boring or repetitive, always switching sonic gears. cough-like live collage noise walls and pillars pile up and collapse repeatedly, heaps of input signals that create a colorful mix of chopped up vocals sounds, unknown feedback, contact microphone maiming, faders on the mixer slide in a nervous and angry pacing that undulate between the peak of broken keyboards talking to themselves and reversed circuit bent electronic druids regurgitating their copper innards.

About six minutes in on the A side, the cassette really begins to pick up pacing and intensity; invariants of sound as Lloyd pulses the death tone belts from mangled broken electronic blasts isolating the listener in the corner. Lloyd is barking at you yelping, screening through a table full of confusing equipment and objects . that may or may not be plugged into each other. Cut up voice slices and feedback machine gun snipers form pillars of aggressive noise, intensity and then chop shop and cut off each other into a frantic loop. Collage based hell gate triggering of the wall of fuzz begins to thicken and then a fever pitch oscillation rates through modulating the listeners inner ear to telephone communications.

Born from an interpersonal hell, things begin quickly escalating to an uncontrolled sonic cacophony and then suddenly a loop-back feeding back on itself turned to a minimal scrape sound decaying into the  back of the mix.  nd Chaotic  electronic blending walls of psychedelia  are a steady theme to this release and lots of Justin Mark Lloyd’s work that I have heard so far.

Overall a pretty varied and dynamic release, xeroxed art on color paper- which sort of holds up to the work- but not quite. These dynamic sounds could use some dynamic printing as well, but overall, way better than average. Look out for more from
JUSTIN MARC LLOYD &
RAINBOW BRIDGE RECORDINGS

written by : Malo

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……

DECAYCAST #015: BONUSBEAST “I AM THE BLACK GOLD OF THE SUN ’71”

DOWNLOAD I Am The Black Gold Of The Sun ((28:54))

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Entering the upper-atmosphere the black gold burns a racing stripe in a satellite and destroys cellphone reception on an arc across it’s descent line to crash into a secret marine base.  From a lulling corridor some broken record message in a bottle repeats across the radio signals and submariner clicks. A dolphin interrupts the transmission speaking to us from many miles. The oceans marching. Nodding kelp. Wriggling reef dries to a desert canyon.  The sky is freckled with fire and the wolves are working in the mines. Falling through fanged flute tongue stalagmites the hammers  find the punctuations for the growling gold belly lurching the ferris wheel future furnace into translating a pulsar’s speech to a dolphin congress. pulsating light ribbons in the forest undulate with machine birds driving helium balloons past the antigravity vehicle stuck half in a vortex trying to squeegee the clouds with oil repellant.