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The chronicle continues, deepening the legend… Out Under Streets serves as a milestone in the profuse and vastly intangible catalog of Bug Bus Piano – a decade into the cult project’s existence, this album stands as its first LP. But Bug Bus Piano, the originator of Hard Ambient, is perhaps better understood as an outlook or world unto itself. At any given moment it is a spirited performance of hyper-ambivalence, a refuge and processing center for personal history, populist strife and achievemen…
A meticulously crafted set of songs, instrumentals and abstracts recorded over a couple of years by Orchestra Of The Upper Atmosphere’s principal composer / arranger / multi instrumentalists Archer and Todd.
Cleared, the duo of Steven Hess and Michael Vallera has re-emerged with Hexa, their sixth release and third for the Touch label. Steven Hess recorded sessions in the group's practice space, handing them over to Vallera, who in turn added his home recordings, mixing and manipulating them. The final product provides only the barest of hints to any instrumental points of origin, such is the extent of their intermixture.
*60 copies limited edition* Ohio-based tape manipulator Meadow Argus (Tynan Krakoff) returns with over 60 minutes of memory mulching sound stew. The main aural sources stem from a momentous summer 2009 trainhopping/hitchhiking trip around America's West Coast with Tynan's brother Max, a seminal coming of age experience. During the trip, Tynan carried a microcassette pocket recorder and captured hours of raw audio. These memories are collaged & juxtaposed with found tapes & other family recording…
*32 copies limited edition* When I was a teenager living in the desert, my brother and I and a couple close friends had a secret smoke spot behind some bushes in the sandy flats near the wash. The perfect spot because as long as no one saw us going in, once we were inside, the thick brush kept us hidden. We slowly made upgrades, like dragging a van bench seat we found or other makeshift furniture or decor, such as a “flooded” street sign. This kind of place is what I think of when I picture "The…