Wojciech Bąkowski – Telegaz

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[ DUNNO Recordings, 2015 ]

Between artificial muzak and true emotions lies Telegaz, a strange solo album by Wojciech Bąkowski, which in his own words, “is a landscape of life in its entirety, that is the external part and the internal part”. Ghosts of vaporwave and plunderphonics hover over melancholic bedroom noir stylings and piano-based ambient suites with sonic detritus popping up every now and then: names of city districts spoken with speech synthesizers, the sound of a mobile phone vibrating and deadpan descriptions of the views from the windows by Bąkowski himself. Definitely getting a strange Barton Fink vibe from this.


Darren Keen – He’s Not Real

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[ Orange Milk Records, 2015 ]

Is Darren Keen real? He probably isn’t. Sure, we might see some long-haired, big-framed dude when we type “Darren Keen” into Google search, but that guy is just a simulacrum. The real Darren Keen is a musical algorithm, designed to collect cool samples and put them into tight patchworks of the footwork genre so well it almost puts the genre’s Chicago godfathers to shame. Incredibly melodic and precise at the same time, it feels like Brooklyn’s laser guided answer to the Teklife crew, although with a bit of that Orange Milk flair left intact. Darren Keen might not be real, but this album definitely is real.


Quttinirpaaq – Let’s Hang Out

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[ Rural Isolation Project, 2015 ]

(promoting this post with a back cover instead of the front one, because foxes are way cooler than random horned demons)
The Austin, TX amplified cavemen Quttinirpaaq need to emit some signals about their very existence every once in a while, and each time the effects are deafening and lo-fi as fuck. With a sludgy opening reminisent of The Goslings or early Skullflower, Let’s Hang Out later delves into a more stoner friendly territory, with overdriven, brutally fuzzy stoner and psychedelic rock pieces filling the vinyl with relentless narcotic bliss. There are definitely some killer riffs here, all hidden under waves of distortion and crunchy production that turns the guitar into sheets of sandpaper, ready to peel your skin off. And the funniest thing is, you’re gonna be thankful for it. Instane, dirty and highly recommended!


Fischerle – Playmate

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[ BDTA, 2015 ]

Warsaw based dub tekno magician Mateusz Wysocki aka Fischerle throws some deep techno beats, broken & fried electronics and vintage porn aesthetics and throws them into the concrete mixer on the newest cassette for the BDTA label, becoming yet another idiosyncratic standout in BDTA’s increasingly eclectic catalogue. Fischerle’s style, based around minimal basslines and eerie atmospheres is more suitable for a late night listening session than club settings, but after seeing him putting people into a trance state during his performace at Avant Art Festival in Wrocław (the windows shaking dramatically together with the rhythm really contributed the experience) using some absolutely minimal, deep bass I’m not so sure anymore. Hypnotizing and carefully danceable. Recommended!