Angel Marcloid is incredible for a wide variety of reasons. There’s no denying it. Fire-Toolz. Nonlocal Forecast. MindSpring Memories. Toad Computers. ᴡ ᴇ в s ɪ ᴛ ᴇ ツ. Angelwings Marmalade. These are some - but not all - of her musical projects (a good handful of them are household names by now; Pitchfork has... Continue Reading →
~ The Bite Behind Crazy Doberman’s Futurist Free-Jazz Bark ~
Despite the inherent toxicity of the Internet, silver linings still tend to appear here and there. In regards to the impending clusters of words you are about to read, I’m talking about the obliteration of musical stereotypes - specifically those based around geography. I want you to imagine - if you wouldn’t mind - the... Continue Reading →
~ Claire Rousay’s Intimate, Pop-Sensible Approach to Musique Concrète ~
I’ve never been the type of person who would sneak into someone’s bedroom and steal a glance at their private journal. However, the universe did thrust one upon me not too many years ago when I was exploring the shelves and crevices of an antique shop in Lincoln, Nebraska. Its nameless spine caught me eye... Continue Reading →
~ Like All Their Fungal Brethren, Portabella Persevere ~
Though artistic sincerity in general has always been the underlying seed from which most quality underground music sprouts from, I feel that within the last decade or so the more conventional/aged sub-genres (such as lo-fi indie rock [I know, I hate the word ‘indie” too, but it really did used to mean what it implied... Continue Reading →
~ The Duality of Justin Mank and Two Hands | One Engine ~
I’m of the belief that side projects should be surprising — meaning that I hope the music is nearly unrecognizable in relation to its creator or the creator’s band. Vocalists usually have a harder time with this — especially when you think of someone like Maynard or Beth Gibbons. The distinctiveness of a voice is... Continue Reading →
~ Orange Milk Split Series Volume 4, A Broken Elbow, and The Nature of International Collaboration ~
Chances are, if you’re reading this you are most certainly well-acquainted with Orange Milk Records. I assume anyone who’s interested in left-field music is at least aware of their monolithic presence in the cassette dimension — if not dutifully and respectfully obsessed. Yes, for the better part of the last decade, co-owners Seth Graham and... Continue Reading →
~Listening To Old Houses With Carlo Giustini~
Do you ever wonder how many pieces of yourself you’ve left behind over the years? I’m not talking about the pair of leather gloves you accidentally left on the bench in the subway station last winter or the shoebox of polaroids you forgot in the closet of your ex-lover’s apartment. Such items may have a... Continue Reading →