Showing posts with label Seattle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Seattle. Show all posts

Monday, 8 January 2024

SHELF NUNNY — CASCADE GLIDE


Seattle producer Shelf Nunny aka Christian Gunning first came to our attention way back in 2013 — namely it was via 'About The Boy', a collaborative track between him and Berlin-based artist Eriko Toyoda. It was a vibe.

A decade and several releases later (via labels such as Chicago-based Palettes and Seattle's own Hush Hush Records), not to mention remixes from the likes of Kidkanevil (“who heavily inspired + shaped my sound,” Gunning says), his style of experimental beat-making remains addictively luscious.

With more than just a nod to ambient music and field recordings, his latest track 'Cascade Glide' begins trickles with natural-meets-synthetic minutiae from the outset. Synth bleeps and bloops ping and warp in the neardistance, clockwork ticks and mechanical clacks keeping time, fuzzy steps crunching on ground begin proceedings. It's like field recording if you were capturing sounds somewhere like Green Hill Zone, for example. Sonic has long sprinted through, leaving only the swaying grass and empty loops.

It morphs from this quiet, thoughtful beatscape, flying through cotton wool skies into something less pinpoint-detail, more dynamic loud-and-quiet festivities with stuttering chords and bold sections of dead air. It's a track that's equal parts chilled and exhilarating, study beats reimagined — a daydream worked into being by a novel approach to beat-led incidental music of the modern age.


  • ๐Ÿ”” 'Cascade Glide' is taken from Pronoia, Shelf Nunny's upcoming “concept album about the opposite of paranoia”, scheduled for release on 26th January; grab it on Bandcamp.

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Thursday, 14 September 2017

๐Ÿฃ DYR — ALL THE TIME

Heavy on the bass glooping swampy digital gloss clean and rounded with angularity in its gradually sharpening shape and the offbeat syncopation as the thudding techno kicks round it up lasso it together with small but explosive snares that thin and crashing echo in the nocturnal ambience of the track. A great sense of minimalism pervades this one, small changes subtly altering the route of the track as it trundles along like watching a storm that hasn't yet arrived is not yet overhead can't feel the rain but distantly the thunder is booming and the clouds even blacker than the night sky itself and towering. Watching from a distance. Not pulling you in nor under but mesmerising from afar, 'All The Time' by Seattle producer DYR slips into this state of easy awe, a digestible titan of sound.

It is practically defined by that bass, present at almost every moment, which shifts during the track's duration shifts slightly, becomes sharper fuzzier more distorted but not extremely, and also it writhes with delay later on, the now wooden twang of it more rapid fire than its original stark simplicity. Throughout there is a little procession of organic sound in the form of palm muted guitar, whether synthetic or real it is difficult to tell, but this provides a dim twinkle for the murky atmosphere, as do the later additions of gossamer layers of ambient synth like laser light crowning odd rock formations, haloing trees, glittering on dark dewy nighttime grass. A picture-painting morsel that is pneumatic and tireless in its dance energy, and emphatically chilled, yet without a single drop nor vocal sample in earshot, eschewing needless things for the barebones of beat and bass with little jewels of ambience to decorate.




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Tuesday, 2 May 2017

๐Ÿฃ JULIETTE — MOM AND DAD

That first bright wobbling chord, the bumping bass kick and dry clack of snare that punctuates the drumbrushed static, the starry continuation of the synth in a plaintive melody, the chords warmer and more muted, pizzicato beeps in percussive arpeggios —the gentle slide into that gloomy gloop and groove of the bass, playing in unending cycles, decayed piano chords dusty and severed by the beat, veils of silken synth ghostly, and then just over a minute into this exquisite vessel of sound the sombre bounce of 'Mom And Dad' kicks in.

Created by self-appointed creator of "Seattle dance music", Juliette, the track expands, a procession into a sense of bigger space. The level of intensity rises: synth like a Hawaiian guitar winds in and out of earshot, buzzing saw-waves of bass crunch along the way, bongo percussion audible in the sad air of it all, that soft synth floating and drip-dropping, a handclap augments the snare clack, the punishing timekeeper, all of it mingling together to create an illustration of what the musicmaker themselves calls the "particular sensation of longing for your parents when you're at your lowest."


  • ๐Ÿ”” You can download Juliette's self-titled EP over on iTunes, but ignore the stuff about being a French pop artist active in the '90s and '00s.


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Tuesday, 5 July 2016

BUG BUS PIANO – BUG YIV BUSKONG P

What better way to while away your time than to listen to music, to sink into it, to have it envelop you and curl around you in wreathes of hazy smoke - just for a while. For some minutes it's enough to entertain, to ignite inspiration, to illustrate your current activity with sound, to colour your nothingness. What better way. And what better way than with this cryptically named track, 'Bug yiv buskong P' by Bug Bus Piano.

Writing this I am sitting on the second floor of a coffee shop in Taitung, Taiwan, watching the lights on a crossroad go from green to red, a steady stream of cars and scooters go by. The piano in this track injects a melancholy calm into the situation, a shroud of contented inevitability draped over the vehicles and cyclists and marching pedestrians, over the grey roads and bright vertical signage tumbling out of sight. Timeless piano, making poetry of the scenes below.

Alongside the beautiful piano, vintage crackling runs through the track distorting the soft keys, a sense of ancient electronics, of a dusty phonograph, making it feel like the sort of music that plays in memories, more sounds accompanying the piano with bassy machine rumbles, insecto-avian chirruping towards the end, the piano skewed with sharply added treble, muffling softly, and distorting like a damaged cassette tape. In short, this is heady nostalgia condensed into 5 minutes 19 seconds—but nostalgia for what? Nostalgia for longing and longing for nostalgia.


  • It seems that Bug Bus Piano is a real person called Jake born in 1991 residing in Seattle. According to this blurb on a split release he did with OOAA on French label CINDYS TAPES, Jake also "likes drawing" and "sometimes practising animation." Accordingly "rides the bus everyday."
  • This was put out on BBP's SoundCloud prior to releasing an album called Oldest crab on Dominican (?) label, El cuarto elรกstico, which you should probably listen to if you liked the sound of 'Bug yiv buskong P'.


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Wednesday, 26 November 2014

MAEDASALT – 4U

It's always interesting to discover something new. And not that I never heard of this type of music before but rather that I've actually bothered to listen to it. Thanks to Twitter I thought I'd go check out an album by a Seattle-based musicmaker named maedasalt called (named called, stupid) you are special & that is exactly why i love you so much. Literally as soon as it started playing I was like wtf is this — however, I listened to it all. I couldn't stop myself. It is totally addictive. And really good if you have to do things at a computer, helps time whizz by.

x What is this strange genre? It's lolicore. What? Yes lolicore is like speedcore (super fast dance music, like rarely below 300bpm) except with less of the aggression. Rather in its aesthetics it follows in the same vein as loli-based stuff (a truncation of 'lolita' – yes the same as "Lolita" in Nabokov's creepy book), which is basically a hyperextension of what might be called kawaii or cute with regards to young girls. Kinda weird but that's that. Much like trap music seems to have paired with anime for otaku trap, if that it can be called, lolita sensibilities ooze into these extreme stretches of bpm for lolicore. Nuff said.

Anyway one song stood out: '4u'. Featuring rapid chipmunk vocals – so deformed that you cannot tell what they're from (unless you knew the original already) – over a sped-up drum-and-bass pattern, the track is filled with ascending melodies and toybox twinklings that effuse the impression of living Einstein's dream of riding on a beam of light with the redshift more like pastel pink and the blueshift more like pale teal. Yee-fuckin-haw. Then you realise its not space you're flying through; you're just zipping around and around and around attached to a mobile at the ceiling of a colourful plushie-filled distorted and giant playroom.

It's a ball of energy, not just through the sounds but through the dynamics, how and when the rhythm of the drums changes, when to change the tack of the vocal sample, all to keep it wildly interesting and me jiggling my foot like a paranoid maniac. So it came as a surprise to learn that the album this track comes from was maedasalt's "swan song", the final album made under his current moniker. The reasons?

because i’m also over feeling the way i did back when maedasalt started, which was over heartbreak. the dream ends and real life begins. from 2011 to this year i’ve changed as a person and it’s only fitting. i’m no longer feeling restricted to feeling bad for myself endlessly.

Fair enough (more from his tumblr post about it here). He also adds: "at the end of the day its all just lolicore which is inherently a silly genre, but i always made it with my own personal touch." Inherently it is a silly genre – breakneck bpms? Funny voices? That's silly alright. But silly doesn't necessarily mean lacking in emotion, lacking in depth, lacking in talent and vision. And with '4u' I was and am aware of something catching my attention, an inexplicable love, which usually happens when everything in a song is just right, and that takes some doing.



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Monday, 17 June 2013

HIBOU DUNES EP [STREAM]

A friend of mine often sends me songs to listen to or tells me to listen to something and it's become a bit of a running joke that I sometimes don't like what he sends me. Or I like it, but I don't like it enough to write about it. Well, he told me to listen to Hibou a while ago, and I did. I liked it. What Seattle-native Hibou (pronounced 'ee-boo') - real name Peter Michel - makes is a kind of lo-fi, mournful-yet-energetic surf-indie-pop (I'm not very good at defining things, sorry). His Dunes EP was released recently and I decided to write about it now.

Beginning with 'Sunder', a pogo-sticking minimalist dark surf-rock-type song, we're introduced at once to one of the clear points: nice guitar work, which in this song outs itself as tasty jangling harmonies zipping up and down the fretboard, fitting the speed of the track. That focus on little guitar ditties is carried over to the delicate twiddlings in 'Valium', which appear sprightly in the middle of the song with an oriental twist on their melody. The bright guitar sounds contrast, purposely I would reckon, to the otherwise soft and muffled shade of each song, especially with the almost-mournful strings in 'Valium'.

The brightness of the guitar really comes across in the glittering ripples of guitar in 'Above Us', each note like an echoing flash of light in a darkened landscape, tremolo guitar zooming past as a solo later on. It's this guitar that also provides the totally groovesome hook in last song 'Motion'.

The general sound of the EP ranges from the speedy and intense, as in 'Sunder', to the still-quite-speedy-yet-tranquil as you can hear in 'Above Us' and which is followed by the dynamic 'In The Sun', whose final part is noisy and beat-driven. It is all blanketed over with thick reverb that gives the impression of each track being overcome with a blurry fog, where the sharpness of the instruments is replaced with softer tones that seem to merge into one another.

This almost muddy merging of sounds is a lo-fi quality that, whilst channeling some of the bleak atmosphere that typified much of Joy Division's music, gives each song a wide, warm tone - every space is filled by an instrument playing or reverb of that instrument playing. And in the midst of that full sound, the vocals come through not searching for anyone to hear them but still distinct with their own trail of echo - nonchalant.

Overall it is a rich sound dotted with flights of adept guitar brilliance. There. Nice one Mr Hibou.

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