Silent Land Time Machine’s latest work I am no longer alone with myself and can only artificially recall the scary and beautiful feeling of solitude speaks in an oneiric and numinous tongue but is replete with durability and coherence – a rare and intriguing mixture.
Smokey Emery’s Quartz EP is a bona fide document of sonorities from the purgatorial regions. Distorted and catchy tape loops that take you from the inter-planes of the mind to the carnival, where the festivities seem at once sinister and endearing beneath the changing light of sooty reverb and effectual tape hiss.
“…solo outing from texas, who builds up layer upon layer of violin, viola, acoustic guitar, slippery electric slide, percussion, electronics, accordion, buried vocals, and found sounds into haunted, rollicking, thick sonic blankets of sound. many simple parts entwined, looped, and orchestrated into an undulating whole, like naive bedroom folkrock filtered through some blissed out minimalist phase experiment. ecstatic, post-psychedelic chamber rock maybe?”