Interview: Superdestroyer & Leave Nelson B

Superdestroyer and Leave Nelson B are two underground musicians and high-stats avatars within the greater-online DIY/emo scene. They have known each other for more than 20 years and yet have somehow managed to avoid making a record together all that time. They've released records with each other's help and guidance, of course, but they've never combined their talents before into a single project... something that's left the world wanting in its absence. That all changed this past February when Nelson dropped in on Superdestroyer for reasons that the universe has destined but not disclosed, and Nelson Come to Visit is the result, a hip-hop saturated smorgasbord of heterodoxical chiptuned emo-pop that roguishly appropriates Sega Genesis sounds to tell a SNES compatible story of IRL cooperative play with friends who are making the most of what little time they have on this hazardous and obstacle-laden map we call "Living on Planet Earth." We get into some surprisingly deep lore about the album in my recent interview with both of these gentlemen, so you might want to put on your hard hat before you dig (dug) in.

Lonely Ghost Records is where bonds are formed and futures are forged.

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Album Review: Perennial - Art History

 
Perennial might be from the depths of Connecticut, but something about them... makes me think their real home is rubbing shoulders with casual perusers at a loft gallery studio- one with an open fridge full of off-label beer and wine- they seem like the kind group who enjoy their modern art with a chaser of brewed and micro-batched that keeps the social juices flowing- sophisticated but not snobbish- cultured without condescension, refinement sans regalia. They're a garage rock band, and somewhat of a retro-styled one at that, but not of the trucker hat, denim tuxedo dawning, Mellencamp glazing variety. No, Perennials have swerved around the draw of said backwaters drift, emerging from the tides of time looking fresh and pretty from the rinse on their third LP Art History. Taking a stucco-strewn, art pop approach to classic R'n'B brushed mod rock, the group performs a bristly, pip-cleaner tapered testament to '50s flair and new wave-esque lightly varnish pop-glimmer. Not quite as filthy as the Dirtbombs but more viscerally keeled than the Lyres, they strike the center of a supple cleft between bombast and bridled restraint that cuts a vital edge around each hook with a sculptor's eye before dropping them in succession on the listener like a stack of limited-run flatware from three stories up- the impact is immediate and lasting, and you're going to be marveling at the precious little bits of bejeweled porcelain and ditty-bop melodies you'll be picking out of your skull for weeks following the encounter. Small-batch, sparingly shaped, but with mass appeal, Prennial's hi-fi high jinks are the kind of art that aims to make history.

Honest, clean living- Ernest Jenning Record Co.

Interview: Saajtak

Credit: Karl Otto

Back in 2022, Detriot four-piece Saajtak released their LP For the Makers on American Dream Records. Built primarily on improvisation, the 10 tracks on the album present a flavorful and exotic breath of cosmos-spanning operatics and sinewy, sweat-and-blood stained pit-orchestrations, with the vibrance and chaos of a clique of early '80s post-punk musician squatting in a dilapidated machinist's loft. Somewhere between Bjork's '90s work, found sounds collections, clambering echos of post-industrial-folk, the local philharmonic, and the brazen, worn-heal boogie of Primal Scream, For the Makers crystallized as a singular axis point of clear and constant creative energy. 

I was able to get in touch with the band for an interview about their LP around the time of its release, but for various reasons, I wasn't able to post it until now. For the Makers is still a wonderful album, and I think the life of everyone who hears it is slightly richer for having encountered its strange and incongruous grace. Anytime is the right time to let an album like this one fill your ears and preoccupy your waking mind with dreams. 

AK: Alex Koi
JBT: Jonathan Barahal Taylor

BW: Ben Willis
SAA: Simon Alexander-Adams

How did you settle on the name Saajtak, and what does it mean?

JBT: There’s some amount of mystery enshrouding the origins of the name, and that’s kind of the point. The sound of it (pronounced sahge-talk) rolls off the tongue and to me elicits a feeling of deep presence, like a sacred space. On its own it means nothing but in the context of our music it somehow describes everything.

Tell me a little bit about what it has been like for musicians in Detroit these past couple of years.

JBT: I don’t think it’s been appreciably different than in other cities: Everything ground to a halt [during COVID] which was hard for everyone, then after a few months people started to emerge and there were all of a sudden a slew of lovely and creative performances in non-traditional spaces. I participated in and witnessed some really wonderful shows in various public parks that drew a much broader slice of the community than your typical club or performance space, which was very refreshing. Detroit is a place where you can make your own opportunities, and I think the pandemic reinforced that conviction. I also noticed, at least among those closest to me, a clarification of purpose. Detroit values the hustle and musicians in particular can really spread themselves thin, so it was nice to see what could be accomplished when people finally had time to figure out what matters most to them. A lot of friends abandoned the things that no longer served them and devoted themselves wholly to making the most affecting, impactful and personal work that they can.

What is your favorite place to play in Detroit?

BW: Trinosophes has an energy that can’t be beat, it’s been a special place to me over the years, and playing there is always a treat.

AK: I like Trinosophes also - they have great programming. We haven’t played at Third Man, but I’ve enjoyed going to shows there.

Where do you like to play in Chicago?

BW: There are many lovely spots in Chicago. My favorite shows with Saajtak have been at the Hideout and Empty bottle, where the sound and vibe were really excellent. I’ve also had many great experiences at Elastic Arts – and sharing shows with Chicago bands is always fun and surprising.

JBT: Also have had great experiences playing at Cafe Mustache and Constellation. Always floored by the number of amazing spaces to play in Chicago.

How did you get connected American Dreams?

BW: I believe we first met Jordan at a bill we shared in Detroit with ONO at the Strange Beautiful Music Festival. We stayed in touch over the years, and set up some shows for each other in Detroit and Chicago – I remember Jordan telling me he was starting American Dreams when we played with him at Cafe Mustache, on a really cool bill he’d arranged. I’ve admired the work that Jordan’s done platforming and creating interesting music, and he’s built up a real nice team of folks at ADR. It was a real honor that they had room for our project by the time we had For the Makers to offer.

Which "Makers" is For the Makers dedicated to specifically?

BW: For me, the time we were writing the music of FTM was a time of deep reflection on those people who’ve kept me going over the years, and who have been examples of the kind of person I’m aiming to be. There have been numerous times for me when life has felt like a slog, and some creative person empowered me to push through: bandmates, inspiring performers. The first person to do this for me was my first role model, my sister. She’s now an educator and mother in Detroit.

AK: Our album is for the Ancestors, to those who came before.

JBT: We started working on this music at the height of lockdown, when there was really nothing going on. I felt extremely fortunate to be engaged in this project with people I loved and to have meaningful creative work to take my mind away from the crippling uncertainty we all faced. So many friends and artists experienced profound pain without that kind of outlet, and they were also the “Makers” that I had in mind.

What are some of the music reference points and influences for this album in particular?

SAA: We all have relatively diverse music tastes and influences which all come together when we collaborate on our compositions. At the time we were writing this music I was listening to a fair bit of Floating Points, The Comet is Coming and Amon Tobin’s side project Only Child Tyrant. I’m sure there are subtle elements of these artists that made their way into my own contributions to the album, though it is always difficult to point to specifics in the way such things go.

BW: When writing and working on music I tend to explicitly avoid drawing specifically from any particular influence, because I feel like it’s important to allow the music to lead me into its own space. While we were writing this album, I was not listening to much music, but when I did, I was almost exclusively listening to the music of Antonio Carlos Jobim and Kyary Pamyu Pamyu. A few artists who I have found really inspiring musically and otherwise over these past few years are Ingeborg von Agassiz, Annika Socolofsky, Anna Meredith, clipping., and My Brightest Diamond.

How do you think you've grown as artists since 2017's Spokes EP, and how do you feel that growth manifests on For the Makers?

BW: Over the years, we’ve continuously grown and evolved our voice as a band. There is some consistent musical language from Spokes EP through the present, but to me, For the Makers feels significantly more mature and intimate than our previous music. As we crafted this album, I was consistently surprised and impressed to hear the best work that I’ve heard from my companions: Alex’s lyrics and melodies, particularly (for me) on Leak in the Shielding and For the Makers, have reached new levels of wisdom and personal expression. Jon’s explorations of timbre and orchestration, adding electronics and vibraphone on tracks like "Mightier Mountains Have Crumbled," and "Oak Heart," extended the emotional reach of the worlds of these songs in new ways. Simon’s part writing was really essential to heightening the impact of the forms of these songs, and his instincts for crafting sound worlds is ever sharper. Working with this band always makes me reflect deeply on my musical practice, and makes me challenge myself to reach for more.

JBT: Our group dynamic, both musically and interpersonally, has developed so much since Spokes. Back then we were just starting to understand our group sound and figuring out how to work with each other. Collaboration requires so much patience, compassion, clarity and compromise, and can be fraught with tension without open communication. Crafting For the Makers was a very long process that included a lot of deep, passionate, and sometimes uncomfortable conversations. It could be frustrating at times for all of us, but I have no doubt that it made the music stronger. To me that reflects the profound trust in each other that we’ve cultivated over the years.

Are your compositions still largely based around improvisation? What is it about this writing style that suits you?

AK: Improvisation serves our music most when we’re composing together in the same room and when we’re performing. When we’re improvising, our four voices are simultaneously establishing the atomic structure and characteristics of the sonic elements in a song. Because For the Makers was recorded and composed remotely, we played individual executives in one-on-one time with each track, and could make personal decisions on the very nature of the song’s elements. FTM became thus less improvisational as a whole than our previous work. Improvisation has suited our music because it supports every member’s authentic voice to be heard. The flexibility of improvisation has taught us to be truthful and thoughtful in each moment, which lets our songs be malleable in a live setting, which is more fun to me than playing a song the same way night after night.

JBT: For me it comes down to intent and sincerity. From a process standpoint, I don’t see much distinction between a spontaneous and immediate improvised musical setting and plotting out a composition over the course of days, weeks or months. In either case I’m focusing on making decisions that resonate with me emotionally in the moment and that I feel genuinely compliment the surrounding material. The only real difference is temporal. Improvisation is at its core the practice of being present, which is extremely powerful in all aspects of life. Musically speaking it (among other things) keeps ideas from calcifying and to that end, I think one of our strengths as a band is our willingness to change our material, sometimes drastically, to better suit the energy of the moment.

BW: For me, the process of writing this album felt like a protracted improvisation lasting the entire year. I’m probably the only one, haha. Improvisation is the core of my musical practice, and so it is the starting point for anything I would try to do.

Do you see For the Makers as a different sort of album in terms of your general discography, and if so how?

SAA: Before this release our method of writing music relied heavily on composing music together in a room. We would improvise together, and through multiple rehearsals and performances slowly hone the form of our songs. Even after recording them they would continue to shift through improvisation and exploration in performance. Because of their fluidity it always felt challenging to fully capture them in the recording process. The songs were created for live performance, and felt best in live spaces. With For the Makers, we were pushed to write music remotely out of necessity due to the pandemic. The change in process led to music that was created as a recording first, and I personally think they are our strongest recordings for this reason. It also allowed us to explore the songs individually for longer periods of time, which meant we could each craft our parts extensively outside of a group rehearsal setting. We’re now in the process of arranging these songs for live performance. It’s been exciting to find creative ways to pare down these songs for a live setting.

BW: Beyond the process being quite different, For the Makers feels to me like the most complete work we’ve been able to make, for the reasons Simon cites. While I’m still quite proud of our other recordings, they were recorded with limited amounts of studio time–and I feel like in some ways they are documentations of songs whose energy was really conveyed in a live setting. With FTM, there were certainly challenges to being separated, but since we were each working in our own studios, we could take the time to state exactly what we meant, and negotiate things to the point that we were sure we were saying what was intended. It was also awesome to have Chris Koltay mixing this record; it helped to have someone we trust to really “get” our music to send these sessions to. We’d started recording a different album in the studio with Chris in 2019 (still finishing that material up!) so we had an established rapport and appreciated his wavelength.

Your music is very easy to move to. In your opinion, is this an intentional by-product or a secondary effect of your music?

AK: Thank you for saying this! I call us a dance band all the time.

SAA: I would say this is an intentional effect of our music. As a performer I’m always moving to the music, and I think to a degree this is part of the process of musical expression (not trying to make any absolutist statements here, just speaking from my own experience.) Some of our music uses odd-time signatures, but it’s important that it’s never done solely for the sake of complexity. The music needs to feel right and at least for me being able to move to it is a sort of subconscious litmus test. If I can’t move to my part—if it doesn’t feel right—then something needs to change.

Tell us about the collaborations and features on For the Makers? How did you approach these partnerships, and what did each bring to the album?

BW: For the first couple of months we were working on these tracks, I don’t think it was apparent we had an album on our hands. The idea to include other friends and collaborators came naturally – Marcus Elliot is a good friend, and we had previously done some live collaboration: he was the first we included in a rotation, and Jon took contributions from Marcus to compose the framework for Borders. Then these songs grew into a set of works, and a title emerged: For the Makers. It was really special for me to have Pat Reinholz play cello on this record – he’s one of my oldest friends, and someone who helped shape a lot of my musical processes and priorities–we lived together and wrote music as a duo for four years in Madison, Wisconsin. For this collaboration, I wrote a poem score dedicated to Pat, that he interpreted while tracking to "Oak Heart." As the tracks continued to take shape, I took all of his tracks off "Oak Heart" and composited them into the layers of sound instead on "Queen Ghost Speaks." Alex had the idea to work with the incredible David Magumba on "Oak Heart," and she worked together with him to craft their amazing duet on that song. Kaleigh Wilder and Kirsten Carey are some of our favorite musicians who we are lucky to have as friends, and we enlisted them to improvise and play with some layers of sound to flesh out "Big Exit" – they both did some amazing work that wound up fitting into the final track. Can’t wait for future opportunities to work with them.

With all your expressive prowess, Saajtak still strikes me as primarily a rock band. What is it about the dynamics of a rock band and rock music in general that is so accommodating to your artistic vision?

AK: Electricity is crucial to the meaning of this band. Electronic processing, manipulation, distortion, echo, delay… There’s a bending of sound and a bigness of sound that makes Saajtak a rock band, absolutely.

BW: The sound of the band has definitely been shaped by the spaces we played and the bills we played on. Most of the spots we’ve played have been rock clubs, DIY spaces, places that it felt right to play loud. In terms of the interaction of our parts and the way we listen as a group, I think we play a lot like a string quartet. But Energy and Heaviness are a big part of what we like to relay, and rock music is great for that.

Would you describe yourselves as avant-garde? Do you think the term is overapplied?

BW: As a band playing music that is more or less outside genre, it is a term that is hard to avoid. It can be a double-edged sword, in that while some find a search for “newness” to be exciting, it can turn off people who connect it with pretentiousness or a kind of adversarial weirdness. And maybe there is something a bit pretentious in describing your own music as “avant garde” because that’s a distinction that might need to be made over time. I think our music is often seeking to find new sounds, timbres, rhythmic combinations, so in that way it’s fair, I think, to describe it as experimental–but these ‘experiments’ are always in service of deepening our expression, and playing off of communicating with each other.

JBT: I don’t find it particularly accurate or helpful. There are so many musical territories that we explore because we feel it makes a stronger album or more complete song, but calling that avant-garde feels like a convenient way to avoid actually dealing with the music. If one song has frenetic textural elements in between a four on the floor repetitive dance groove, does that make it part pop and part avant-garde? At that point it’s easier to just talk objectively about what’s happening in the song and how we respond to it emotionally. I recognize the utility of genre classification for marketing purposes, and if I hear someone describe themselves as a “jazz” artist or a “rock” band or an “electronic” musician, as incomplete and problematic as those terms are, I at least can ground their music to some facet of a particular musical culture and tradition. That would have been the case in the distant past for “avant-garde,” when it connoted a social movement within the arts, but now most people that use it to describe themselves or their work are, in my experience, coming from a place of pretentiousness and exclusivity (on the other hand, terms like experimental music or creative music are more grounded to a vibrant culture, lineage and community). I view it as a reductive catch-all to dismiss something as weird and alienating, when we should instead be speaking about music specifically and on its own terms.

Thrive, don't just survive, with American Dream Records.

Album Review: Mt. Fog - Ultraviolet Heart Machine

Mt Fog is a subtle force of nature. Conceived by singer and multi-instrumentalist Carolyn B., the sonic inception has spread to now also to drummer Andy Sells and bassist Casey Rosebridge, comingling their essences and aptitudes in a kettle of slow, simmer consciousness, before splintering pot-bellied curve of their confinement and bursting outwards like a glacial flood of soft, reeling elation. This brimming spring of romantic divulgence has most recently taken the form of Ultraviolet Heart Machine, an eloquently assembled impartation of love as it leaks from the exhaust manifolds of the heart's chambers, trickling down the ribs and pooling in the dipping basin of this human cup, where it rocks and curdles until it escapes in petite gasps of affection and dyspeptic infatuation. Carolyn's presence at the forefront of this morphological sonic parturient gush is like that of a stunning and undomesticated dryad, dashing between overhanging shelves of foliage and shapeshifting in the shadows, gathering psychotropic fruit with gnarled paws and feasting on the pungently inky nectar to fuel the cries she slings at the mountain-tops- sonorous beams of revelation so earnest and winsome that cause the moon to wink tears of airy silver across the night sky. On the whole, there is a mossy quality to Mt Fog's music that causes it to feel like it's growing all over you while you're listening to it, like an oversized comforter that sneaks up around your shoulders and hugs you while you lean into the reverie of a moment of flowering reflection.

A spark in a cave, a Ghost (in the) Mountain. 

Album Review: Bab L' Bluz - Swaken

Swaken is the second LP from French and Moroccan outfit Bar L' Bluz- whose name I take as a winking reference to the fact that they are literally playing a bluesified version of electric North African folk. The group, which is comprised of guembri-player, guitarists and musical polymath Brice Bottin, drummer Ibrahim Terkemani, Jérôme Bartolome on qraqeb, Mehdi Chaib on flute, and vocalist and awisha-player Yousra Mansour, are not the kinds of kin who play with their cards too close to their chest, instead putting all of their influences, loves, concerns and affections out into the open in a swirl of passion and a well-practiced prayer so that they might enchant and commune with those whose hearts are open enough to receive their message. A strange and wonderful union of Tuareg rhythms, Ethiopian imbued flourishes, and Moroccan melodies intersect with full-bodied and barrel-chested hard rock idioms, siphoned from the thunderclap of Led Zepplin and Jimi Hendrix, summits at the crossroads of Swaken, a confluence of mutually uplift, which emboldens and transforms each of the group's boldly outlined identity markers in a sublated syntheses of globe-spanning sonic harmony. While many of the clear callbacks on this record harken to the boisterous debut of the heavy blues, the combined effect of the electric string work and Yousra sandstorm-swept vocals is something closer to Perry Farrell's solo work, reminiscently recapturing that artist's sweeping sense of boundless vision and high-registered air of bohemian intellect which grasps for a more elevated benchmark of understanding wherever it makes footfall. For such a "rock" centered effort, the Swaken is also heavily indebted to trance music, extending the free state of movement and liquid consciousness that electronic music affords through the synthesis of resilient patterns of traditional folk percussion and a misty veil of psychedelic ebullience- connecting the new with the old in a momentous cascade towards a more enlightened state of mind. Close your eyes and lose yourself in the sound of Bab L' Bluz, and you might just find yourself awakening to a new world of possibilities. 

Real World Records, no cap.

Album Review: bye2 - Metamorphose

Would anyone object if I referred to bye2 as breakcore* and wrote about 200 or so words based specifically on this premise? Well, that's what's about to happen, so consider yourself trigger warned/primed. For those who have not been introduced, bye2 is a Birtsol-based electronic producer who makes darkly whimsical rave jams that split the timbres of jungle with phantasmic, Dreamcast-forged sythes, bathed in acid house so that they may better cleave a burning incision in the defensive barrier between your ego and the interfacing mechanisms of a growing, omni-gormandizing, cybernetic reality. bye2's best-known album is likely the orbcore reanimator Teeth Restoration, of which 2022's Metamorphose is a direct follow up and companion. Metamorphose was released sometime after the artist arrived for a year-long scholastic-sojourn in Japan and embodies a refinement of the artist's persistent aural fetishes, many of which you can later find exploded and effaced almost beyond recognition on their noisecore null point 麻​雀​暴​力​射​精​倶​楽​部​： Unpleasant Fate Mix I, but which retain their virtual vibrancy and essential identity on this release. Icey electronic digital dragons' breath chills the nerves of overclocking break sequences until they turn over into quixotic, hyper-real caches of unfurling gateways, floating 3D rendered mazes, and oozing collision grids, pregnant and buckling under the pressure of a burgeoning bubblegum crisis. Metamorphose, and bye2's work in general, doesn't tend towards the outrightly abrasive in the manner that you might expect from a breakcore artist, although the twistedly playful deployment of rhythm, crystal-cresting melodies, and accenting plunder of samples has a certain punky, prankster edge to it that will keep you guessing and on your toes while you're whisked along the rails of a neuro-hacking splunk through the back allies and tunnels in which the economy of the possible is brokered with the limitless harvest of desires housed in the unconscious. Metamorphose feels like the sonic rendering of a superstructure in a mega-city, transformed by its trans-infobahn inhabitance into a site of endless engagement with their greatest loves and deepest fears- and I guess there is a pharmacy where you can buy slugs there too... 

High on Kitty on Fire Records.

*Pretty sure bye2 was on tour with Goreshit not that long ago. 

Album Review: Votive - Towards the Pillory

You might not believe this, but I don't actually come across that many genuine screamo, or as I was used to call them back in the day: "progressive hardcore," bands. The style experienced a bit of a signal boost in 2021, with groups like Four Your Health and Hazing Out releasing records to some solid fanfare, but those groups definitely fell more on the old-school metalcore side of the screamo scales. Austin's Votive more or less fits the bill, though... sonically, at least. As far as the subject matter of their LP Towards the Pillory, this could be a post-black metal album, as it's rife with allusions to the circumstances of one's lost faith and the failure of god's servants to properly guide their flocks on the pastures of this mortal plane. In terms of sound, Votive might have been in good company on a label like Init Records at one point, as they are extremely noisy, with layered, needling feedback conveying an incredibly claustrophobic sense of space... like you've been mortared up in the walls of someone's wine cellar and left to rot and eventually house a rat colony in your rib-cage. The murkiness that they wallow in doesn't do much to weigh them down, though, as the group nibbly prowls the meridian between gracefully flighted mathy interstitions that glide by on tattered wings and ghoulish, coffin-nail driving, grave-gouging throwdowns. Honestly, with the pitch and pace of their approach, Votive almost have as much in common with a group like KEN Mode as Bucket Full of Teeth, maybe with a light dusting of Agalloch to hasten the conclusion that they're rising from the tomb of a punished, spiritual nadir. Votive might drag you to the pillory, but there is no guarantee that you'll ever muster the strength or desire to leave it. 

No Regrets, No goodbyes, No Funeral Records.

Album Review: Hannya White - I call you another name

We all act a little differently around new people- as well as people who we know quite well. You're going to show more deference and regard for your Mom than you would an old friend from college (at least you should unless you'd like to get smacked on the side of the head with a wooden spoon), and you're most certainly going to present yourself as competent, professional, and knowledgable while you're on a job interview (unless the job is President of the United States, and the setting is a televised debate, in which case you might just air whatever grievances or offensive fantasies come to mind- why not, let it all hang out), more so than you would if you were, say, on a date (in either case, it's probably best to keep your more conspiratorial thought patterns to yourself- that's second or third date territory, Romeo). This is the way it works for me, at least- maybe your Mom thinks it's funny that you swear like a harried sous chef at a line cook during a dinner rush, or maybe your highest career ambition has been remaining especially drunk during the day while operating a car crusher without a license. I don't know you, but you do you. Who I do feel like I know a little better now is Hannya White. The London sound artist's second EP I call you another name is an incredibly minimalistic exploration of the slippery nature of identity- examining how easily it can be created, destroyed, molded, and shattered through a succession of light sonic suits that resemble the feeling of being home alone and hearing a noise from the other room- a sound that seems to betray the presence of something or someone endeavoring to avoid detection- you know, bump in the night sort of thing. Haunting or not, what becomes clear as you venture through the cottony cobweb mesh of trance-inflected, whisper-fine vocals, breathy groans of straining string arrangments, and moist unspoiling blossoms of wriggly beat-patterned is that this other presence you've been pursuing... the shape shrinking around the corner... the creak in the attic... is, well, you! It's always been you- just another side of you, one you didn't realize you had, or rather, was worth getting to know. Maybe that thing scooting around beneath the wallpaper of your mind's parlor is the side of you that can only be freed when you're alone... or when you've met the right person- the kind of person whose charisma holds the key to your heart, or who has the kind of personality that simmers at just the right temperature to melt the waxen walls of your defenses. Maybe it's because they call you by your name. Maybe they give you a new name, your true name. A secret name that only the two of you know and which you sigh to each other in the dead of night like a summoning spell to conjure forth with precious candor the person you were meant to be. 

Interview: Toby Jeg of Red Scare Industries

When you're a lifer, you're a lifer, and Toby Jeg is a lifer if there ever was one. Incubating his label Red Scare Industries in the early '00s at Fat Wreck Chords, he eventually moved the label to Chicago and then continued to operate it as a rogue cell of international subversion as he traversed the country and later the globe. Over that time, he's nurtured and broke some of the most beloved punk bands of the past 20 years, and also put out some of their best punk records (imo! But, no, really.). He's now (as previously alluded) celebrating 20 years of raucous, drunken revolt with a comp full of fresh new tracks from comrades and cronies alike, featuring contributions from old-school standbys like The Falcon, Cobra Skulls, The Menzingers, Elway, and Bollweevils, recent signees like Laura Jane Grace, fellow prols like Dead to Me, and a whole bunch of people Toby just likes and thinks are cool. You can check out our limited hangout, featuring ramblings and reminding on punk back in the day, signing of underdog superstars from Nowhere, USA, and get an insider's brief on the assembly of the 20th-anniversary comp below: 

Check out the 20th Aniverasry Comp Here: 

And if you're in Chicago there are some shows happening at the Beat Kitchen to celebrate the label's milestone birthday. More details at beatkitchen.com

Album Review: Dot Dash - 16 Again

Hey! The station's muckety-mucks want me to let you know that this album is a priority. It slipped under our radar last year but it's now in regular rotation and you should play it LOUD and OFTEN. Shouldn't be a problem- it's really groovy! XOXO - Jen, PA 

Dot Dash / 16 Again / Country Mile Records / 2023

This is a compilation of some career-spanning cuts (15 to be exact) from Dot Dash's catalog. They're guys are DC-based guys who have been around since at least 2011 and include members of St. Christopher, Julie Ocean, and Youth Brigade (if you can believe it), and their name is a Wire reference (I think!). It seems pretty auspicious but it's actually very accessible, comprising of mostly Kinks-y takes on the more radio-ready side of post-punk/new wave like Orange Juice and The Smithereens-type stuff with a real emphasis on songwriting and catch-you-by-the-collar hooks. Very cool, modish tunes floating throughout this thing, all under a Buzzcocks reference! Honestly, these guys don't just know how to play rock and roll; they're certified scholars (Alan Vega name drops, 50s dance craze throwbacks, and other such allusions abound, plus a Television Personalities cover, see. T16 "Jackanory Stories")! Turn it up buddy! 

Focus tracks: T1 "Forever Far Out," has a sort of Byrds-y/REM-ish jangle to it; T3 "Trip Over Clouds" has a classic '80s indie vibe cross-referenced with some surf riffs; T6 "Gray Blue Green" has a nice drive to it with little subtly of mood thrown in; T13 "La-La Land" is just buzzy, hip-shaking fun; don't forget T16! 

- Tom, Music Department

Play this or you're fired. And if you're late for your shift again, you're double-fired. Also we just had the exterminator in to re-set the traps to take care of our mouse problem- if I catch wind of you eating in the studio and getting crumbs everywhere again you're triple-fired! - Jim, Station MGMT

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Album Review: Channeler - Cliff Aster

Folks need to cool, chill, relax, vibe out, halt, desist, stop, and get down on all fours and whiff some flower genitalia or what have you... Speaking for myself at least. This is something that I need to tell myself consistently... especially when working towards deadlines and on my third pot of coffee for the day. I suspect you could use a reminder of this as well... Everyone seems to have a case of third-degree burnout these days. Here's the deal: I'm going to slip some chill jams into your headspace like a nice shiny quarter dollar in a claw machine, and I expect you to take the thirty requisite minutes it requires to enjoy said gift in full and do nothing else but soak up the atmosphere and let the ozone permeate. Don't give yourself the short shrift here; this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; seize it by the stems! Anyway, Channeler is an LA-based artist whose debut EP Cliff Aster submerges liquid-smooth and gracefully flowy breakbeat in a bath of quintessentially cleansing and anxiety-purging atmospherics that disinfects one's clouded senses like a saline mist for the soul. Its echos of natural splendor entwine and enrapture a percolating sense of calm as they are kissed by deep cuts of star-shaded sequences and time-abating, liminal territory-expanding, omni-orienting oscillations. Its heady pulse permits a sense of restful daydreaming, an oasis of ataraxia where a garden blooms, nurtured by some gracious source of internal light. An electric fiddler's green, realized in high-definition reality, in the here and now. If it doesn't chill out, the next step might be some muscle relaxers prescribed by your family physician... Cliff Aster has few side effects, although it may be habit-forming. 

Album Review: Milkypossum - Digital Utopia

Today is a very strange day for the internet. Outside the web of digital soul mesh that normally consumes our waking lives (ie off in meatspace) a federal circuit appeals court unanimously upheld a lower court's ruling affirming the decision that the Internet Archives policy of scanning and loaning out books in a manner similar to libraries is not only not permissible but also violates copyright law- in otherwords, this thing that the Internet Archive was doing to make copies of difficult to acquire and obscure books available online to the public... its illegal. Bummer (full decision can be found here). In reading the coverage of this case, milkypossum's "I Can Haz Torrentz?" has been rolling around my brain like an errant pinball, slinging itself against pop bumpers and spinners and wracking up a high score within my personal accounting of existential angst, leaving me with the impression that the way to use to really internet as it was intended... is still the old-fashioned way... Yo Ho Ho (Link unrelated). Putting aside this major setback to web freedom and access to information, I'm going to pierce the horizon of this ominous event by talking more in depth about milkypossum's LP from this year, Digital Utopia. The release is a thematic exploration of digital isolation and the potential that the internet provides to reshape relaity... as well as to wall ourselves off from the rest of humanity; loading ourselves down with innumerable novelties and authenticated (or otherwise), substitutional fantasies; transforming each of us into the Junk Lady from Labyrinth, loaded down with all the pretty things that vice-lock out dopamine receptors and slowly cripple us physically and spiritually- the human ego envisioned as a cracking gem, pulverized by the gravity of a universe of its own design... a tiny creature, held voluntarily captive in a colossal puppet, whose dreams connect with this shell's moving parts, rousing the infernal apparatus into a life-like verve, little cloud kissed feet, working the machine... It's interesting to note that while Digital Utopia was released this year, and its themes are certainly applicable to any era of the internet, referentially, the album more so cleaves its touchstones and totems from a much older, pre-smartphone epoch. When I listen to Digital Utopia I'm drawn back into the days when fresh and exciting demonstrations of artistic and creative skill were released daily in the form of flash animations on Newgrounds, or a time when you had to have a little html knowhow to pimp your NeoPet's site, or the window of history when the most reliable way to hear the hottest new releases on a limited budget, or see the latest blockbuster movie in the comfort of your own home was to torrent them... This was an era where the internet was a lot less frictionless, and you'd actually have to put in the effort and learn some new skills in order to get what you wanted out of it. That act of will, the requisite outlaying of ambition and agency required to get lost on the internet in previous generations, also left room for a certain level of reflection and self-understanding of which Digital Utopia is a mirror study. There was once a time when you had to build your own gilded cage and could customize it how you liked... now that prison is shaped for you, algorithmically- a panoptic highway that stretches on to the outer limits of the stars, where every streetlamp contains a cold voyeuristic eye, every billboard a set of ears, and there are no off ramps. There are artifacts of this pre-historic, cyber servaliance state and ad-served assembly line compressed like veins of silver through out Digital Utopia, not just in terms of cultural touchbacks and subject matter, but stylistically as well, as the album sonically represents a marriage between Myspace era hip-hop (now commonly besmirched as hyperpop) and raw, bright, and sharp cascades of modern breakbeat beatprocessing and soundscalpting (as well as representing some production choices that are way more common in Japan than the States at present). This cutting through and collapsing of past and present tense internet ephemera does more than simply bridge different cultural moments; it shows how trends tend and cultural values tend to slip into each other and rub off of one another to become something new. And this brings us back to what I was saying about the recent court decision, as the digital road we're traveling on begins to narrow, the lights above dim and the cavern walls begin to close in, it's worth recalling that its outlaws and delinquents who once governed this world and were it's masters, and that they still have the power to make it a site of freedom and a place worth getting lost... if only they'll take up their former crowns. To paraphrase a hymn of a departed era: So come aboard and bring along, All your hopes and dreams, Together we will find everything, That we're looking for... Peace out!