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A cocktail of rebellious queer vocal fragments, deceptive percussive granules and swaying hammered vibrations, upsammy and Valentina Magaletti's first collaboration trembles with suspense. The seeds of 'Seismo' were sown following a commission from Amsterdam's Rijksmuseum to soundtrack an exhibition of work from the Museum Boijmans van Beuningen in Rotterdam and the duo didn't want to approach their collaboration flippantly. So, wandering the museum's maze of rooms, they recorded various improvised percussive sounds with their arsenal of microphones, using the space to inform various rhythms and textures that were sculpted later into electroacoustic vignettes. This was just the starting point, though; as Magaletti and upsammy began performing together, the project evolved and 'Seismo' began to take shape. The duo had struck on a salient aesthetic concept, using mostly digital and acoustic mallet instruments to blur the boundary between their roles and create friction between the synthetic and the authentic. And the finished record is a phantasmagoric push-and-pull between its various conflicting elements: harmony and dissonance, randomness and predictability, openness and constraint. 'Seismo' isn't the first time that upsammy has studied her environment in search of revelation. On her acclaimed second album, 2024's 'Germ in a Population of Buildings', the Amsterdam-based DJ, producer and multidisciplinary artist erected her complex, unorthodox rhythms and eerie melodies around a modernist frame of field recordings collected in various cityscapes, countering heavyweight basslines with subtle, microscopic sounds. London-based Italian vanguard Magaletti, meanwhile, has applied her unique logic to innumerable projects at this point, working with everyone from batida icon Nídia and hardcore-dub outfit Moin to French writer Fanny Chiarello and British bass scientist Shackleton. For years she's approached the drums with criticism, attempting to challenge any preconceptions, something that's most visible on 2020's 'A Queer Anthology of Drums'. And both artists' thoughtful perspectives are welded together seamlessly on 'Seismo', a dizzying suite of eight eccentric statements that's fragile but never insecure, gauzy but not indistinct. An unnerving sense of space characterizes 'It Comes to an End' as Magaletti's in situ improvisations herald for upsammy's microscopic glitches and chiming pitch-bent melodies. It's almost unbalancing to witness the track's impossible dimensionality, the interplay between reverberant marimba hits and bone-dry synths, or percussion that's been recorded and processed in consciously different settings. A new architecture emerges in the sound itself that the two artists scan and explore meticulously, testing its boundaries with undulating hybridized rhythms on the invigorating 'Superimposed' and offsetting the powdery drums with liquified smacks and alien voices. The duo's vibrations are knotted with piano flourishes on 'Hyperlocalize', balanced with artificial clanks and clangs that disappear into the track's sonorous atmosphere, replaced by whispers and half-hallucinated insectoid chirps. 'Seismo' is an album that feeds off the energy generated by its juxtapositions: the tension and anticipation that's melted by rapid, hyperactive movement and the finely drawn rhythms disrupted by a layer of indistinct, barely perceptible microsounds. It's a collaboration that sounds like two minds challenging each other but not wrestling, each peering from their own distinct vantage point and imagining a third landscape shaped by optimistic, queer vibrations.

UILTY RAZORS, BONA FIDE PUNKS.



Writings on the topic that go off in all directions, mind-numbing lectures given by academics, and testimonies, most of them heavily doctored, from those who “lived through that era”: so many people today fantasize about the early days of punk in our country… This blessed moment when no one had yet thought of flaunting a ridiculous green mohawk, taking Sid Vicious as a hero, or – even worse – making the so-called alternative scene both festive and boorish. There was no such thing in 1976 or 1977, when it wasn’t easy to get hold of the first 45s by the Pistols or the Clash. Few people were aware of what was happening on the fringes of the fringes at the time. Malcolm McLaren was virtually unknown, and having short hair made you seem strange. Who knew then that rock music, which had taken a very bad turn since the early 1970s, would once again become an essential element of liberation? That, thanks to short and fast songs, it would once again rediscover that primitive, social side that was so hated by older generations? Who knew that, besides a few loners who read the music press (it was even better if they read it in English) and frequented the right record stores? Many of these formed bands, because it was impossible to do otherwise. We quickly went from listening to the Velvet Underground to trying to play the Stooges’ intros. It’s a somewhat collective story, even though there weren’t many people to start it.
The Guilty Razors were among those who took part in this initial upheaval in Paris. They were far from being the worst. They had something special and even released a single that was well above the national average. They also had enough songs to fill an album, the one you’re holding. In everyone’s opinion, they were definitely not among the punk impostors that followed in their wake. They were, at least, genuine and credible.

Guilty Razors, Parisian punk band (1975-1978). To understand something about their somewhat linear but very energetic sound, we might need to talk about the context in which it was born and, more broadly, recall the boredom (a theme that would become capital in punk songs) coupled with the desire to blow everything off, which were the basis for the formation of bands playing a rejuvenated rock music ; about the passion for a few records by the Kinks or the early Who, by the Stooges, by the Velvet mostly, which set you apart from the crowd.
And of course, we should remember this new wave, which was promoted by a few articles in the specialized press and some cutting-edge record stores, coming from New York or London, whose small but powerful influence could be felt in Paris and in a handful of isolated places in the provinces, lulled to sleep by so many appalling things, from Tangerine Dream to President Giscard d’Estaing...
In 1975-76, French music was, as almost always, in a sorry state ; it was still dominated by Johnny Hallyday and Sylvie Vartan. Local rock music was also rather bleak, apart from Bijou and Little Bob who tried to revive this small scene with poorly sound-engineered gigs played to almost no one.
In the working class suburbs at the time, it was mainly hard rock music played to 11 that helped people forget about their gruelling shifts at the factory. Here and there, on the outskirts of major cities, you still could find a few rockers with sideburns wearing black armbands since the death of Gene Vincent, but it wasn’t a proper mass movement, just a source of real danger to anyone they came across who wasn't like them. In August 1976, a festival unlike any other took place in Mont-de-Marsan – the First European Punk Festival as the poster said – with almost as many people on stage as in the audience. Yet, on that day, a quasi historical event happened, when, under the blazing afternoon sun, a band of unknowns called The Damned made an unprecedented noise in the arena, reminiscent of the chaotic Stooges in their early adolescence. They were the first genuine punk band to perform in our country: from then on, anything was possible, almost anything seemed permissible.

It makes sense that the four+1 members of Guilty Razors, who initially amplified acoustic guitars with crappy tape recorder microphones, would adopt punk music (pronounced paink in French) naturally and instinctively, since it combines liberating noise with speed of execution and – crucially – a very healthy sense of rebellion (the protesters of May 1968 proclaimed, and it was even a slogan, that they weren’t against old people, but against what had made them grow old. In the mid-1970s, it seemed normal and obvious that old people should now ALSO be targeted!!!).
At the time, the desire to fight back, and break down authority and apathy, was either red or black, often taking the form of leafleting, tumultuous general assemblies in the schoolyard, and massive or shabby demonstrations, most of the time overflowing with an exciting vitality that sometimes turned into fights with the riot police. Indeed, soon after the end of the Vietnam War and following Pinochet’s coup in Chile, all over France, Trotskyist and anarcho-libertarian fervour was firmly entrenched among parts of the educated youth population, who were equally rebellious and troublemakers whenever they had the chance. It should also be noted that when the single "Anarchy in the UK" was first heard, even though not many of us had access to it, both the title and its explosive sound immediately resonated with some of those troublemakers crying out for ANARCHY!!! Meanwhile, the left-wing majority still equated punks with reckless young neo-Nazis. Of course, the widely circulated photos in the mainstream press of Siouxsie Sioux with her swastikas didn’t necessarily help to win over the theorists of the Great Revolution. It took Joe Strummer to introduce The Clash as an anti-racist, anti-fascist and anti-ignorance band for the rejection of old-school revolutionaries to fade a little.

The Lycée Jean-Baptiste Say at Porte d’Auteuil, despite being located in the very posh and very exclusive 16th arrondissement of Paris, didn’t escape these "committed" upheavals, which doubled as the perfect outlet for the less timid members of this generation.
“Back then, politics were fun,” says Tristam Nada, who studied there and went on to become Guilty Razors’ frontman. “Jean-Baptiste was the leftist high-school in the neighbourhood. When the far right guys from the GUD came down there, the Communist League guys from elsewhere helped us fight them off.”
Anything that could challenge authority was fair game and of course, strikes for just about any reason would lead to increasingly frequent truancy (with a definitive farewell to education that would soon follow). Tristam Nada spent his 10th and 11th unfinished grades with José Perez, who had come from Spain, where his father, a janitor, had been sentenced to death by Franco. “José steered my tastes towards solid acts such as The Who. Like most teenagers, I had previously absorbed just about everything that came my way, from Yes to Led Zeppelin to Genesis. I was exploring… And then one day, he told me that he and his brother Carlos wanted to start a rock band.” The Perez brothers already played guitar. “Of course, they were Spanish!”, jokes their singer. “Then, somewhat reluctantly, José took up the bass and we were soon joined by Jano – who called himself Jano Homicid – who took up the rhythm guitar.” Several drummers would later join this core of not easily intimidated young guys who didn’t let adversity get the better of them.

The first rehearsals of the newly named Guilty Razors took place in the bedroom of a Perez aunt. There, the three rookies tried to cover a few standards, songs that often were an integral part of their lives. During a first, short gig, in front of a bewildered audience of tough old-school rockers, they launched into a clunky version of the Velvet Underground's “Heroin”. Challenge or recklessness? A bit of both, probably… And then, step by step, their limited repertoire expanded as they decided to write their own songs, sung in a not always very accurate or academic English, but who cared about proper grammar or the right vocabulary, since what truly mattered was to make the words sound as good as possible while playing very, very fast music? And spitting out those words in a language that left no doubt as to what it conveyed mattered as well.
Trying their hand a the kind of rock music disliked by most of the neighbourhood, making noise, being fiercely provocative: they still belonged to a tiny clique who, at this very moment, had chosen to impose this difference. And there were very few places in France or elsewhere, where one could witness the first stirrings of something that wasn’t a trend yet, let alone a movement.

In the provinces, in late 1976 or early 1977, there couldn’t be more than thirty record stores that were a bit more discerning than average, where you could hear this new kind of short-haired rock music called “punk”. The old clientele, who previously had no problem coming in to buy the latest McCartney or Aerosmith LP, now felt a little less comfortable there…
In Paris, these enlightened places were quite rare and often located nex to what would become the Forum des Halles, a big shopping mall. Between three aging sex workers, a couple of second-hand clothes shops, sellers of hippie paraphernalia and small fashion designers, the good word was loudly spread in two pioneering places – propagators of what was still only a new underground movement. Historically, the first one was the Open Market, a kind of poorly, but tastefully stocked cave. Speakers blasted out the sound of sixties garage bands from the Nuggets compilation (a crucial reference for José Perez) or the badly dressed English kids of Eddie and the Hot Rods. This black-painted den was opened a few years earlier by Marc Zermati, a character who wasn’t always in a sunny disposition, but always quite radical in his (good) choices and his opinions. He founded the independent label Skydog and was one of the promoters of the Mont-de-Marsan punk festivals. Not far from there was Harry Cover, another store more in tune with the new New York scene, which was amply covered in the house fanzine, Rock News (even though it was in it that the photos of the Sex Pistols were first published in France).
It was a favorite hang-out of the Perez brothers and Tristam Nada, as the latter explained. “It’s at Harry Cover’s that we first heard the Pistols and Clash’s 45s, and after that, we decided to start writing our first songs. If they could do it, so could we!”
The sonic shocks that were “Anarchy in the UK”, “White Riot” or the Buzzcocks’s EP, “Spiral Scratch” – which Guilty Razors' sound is reminiscent of – were soon to be amplified by an unparalleled visual shock. In April 1977, right after the release of their first LP, The Clash performed at the Palais des Glaces in Paris, during a punk night organised by Marc Zermati. For many who were there, it was the gig of a lifetime…
Of course, Guilty Razors and Tristam were in the audience: “That concert was fabulous… We Parisian punks were almost all dressed in black and white, with white shirts, skinny leather ties, bikers jackets or light jackets, etc. The Clash, on the other hand, wore colourful clothes. Well, the next day, at the Gibus, you’d spot everyone who had been at this concert, but they weren’t wearing anything black, they were all wearing colours.”

It makes sense to mention the Gibus club, as Guilty Razors often played there (sometimes in front of a hostile audience). It was also the only place in Paris that regularly scheduled new Parisian or Anglo-Saxon acts, such as Generation X, Siouxsie and the Banshees, the Slits, and Johnny Thunders who would become a kind of messed-up mascot for the venue. A little later, in 1978, the Rose Bonbon – formerly the Nashville – also attracted nightly owls in search of electric thrills… In 1977, the iconic but not necessarily excellent Asphalt Jungle often played at the Gibus, sometimes sharing the bill with Metal Urbain, the only band whose aura would later transcend the French borders (“I saw them as the French Sex Pistols,” said Geoff Travis, head of their British label Rough Trade). Already established in this small scene, Metal Urbain helped the young and restless Guilty Razors who had just arrived. Guitarist for Metal Urbain Hermann Schwartz remembers it: “They were younger than us, we were a bit like their mentors even if it’s too strong a word… At least they were credible. We thought they were good, and they had good songs which reminded of the Buzzcocks that I liked a lot. But at some point, they started hanging out with the Hells Angels. That’s when we stopped following them.”

The break-up was mutual, since, Guilty Razors, for their part, were shocked when they saw a fringe element of the audience at Metal Urbain concerts who repeatedly shouted “Sieg Heil” and gave Nazi salutes. These provocations, even still minor (the bulk of the skinhead crowd would later make their presence felt during concerts), weren’t really to the liking of the Perez brothers, whose anti-fascist convictions were firmly rooted. Some things are non-negotiable.
A few months earlier (in July 1978), Guilty Razors had nevertheless opened very successfully for Metal Urbain at the Bus Palladium, a more traditonally old-school rock night-club. But, as was sometimes the case back then, the night turned into a mass brawl when suburban rockers came to “beat up punks”.

Back then, Parisian nights weren’t always sweet and serene.

So, after opening as best as they could for The Jam (their sound having been ruined by the PA system), our local heroes were – once again – met outside by a horde of greasers out to get them. “Thankfully,” says Tristam, “we were with our roadies, motorless bikers who acted as a protective barrier. We were chased in the neighbouring streets and the whole thing ended in front of a bar, with the owner coming out with a rifle…”
Although Tristam and the Perez brothers narrowly escaped various, potentially bloody, incidents, they weren’t completely innocent of wrongdoing either. They still find amusing their mugging of two strangers in the street for example (“We were broke and we simply wanted to buy tickets for the Heartbreakers concert that night,” says Tristam). It so happened that their victims were two key figures in the rock business at the time: radio presenter Alain Manneval and music publisher Philippe Constantin. They filed a complaint and sought monetary compensation, but somehow the band’s manager, the skilful but very controversial Alexis, managed to get the complaint withdrawn and Guilty Razors ended up signing with Constantin with a substantial advance.

They also signed with Polydor and the label released in 1978 their only three-track 45, featuring “I Don't Wanna be A Rich”, “Hurts and Noises” and “Provocate” (songs that exuded perpetual rebellion and an unquenchable desire for “class” confrontation). It was a very good record, but due to a lack of promotion (radio stations didn’t play French artists singing in English), it didn’t sell very well. Only 800 copies were allegedly sold and the rest of the stock was pulped… Initially, the three tracks were to be included on a LP that never came to be, since they were dropped by Polydor (“Let’s say we sometimes caused a ruckus in their offices!” laughs Tristam.) In order to perfect the long-awaited LP, the band recorded demos of other tracks. There was a cover of Pink Floyd's “Lucifer Sam” from the Syd Barrett era – proof of an enduring love for the sixties’ greats –, “Wake Up” a hangover tale and “Bad Heart” about the Baader-Meinhof gang, whose actions had a profound impact on the era and on a generation seeking extreme dissent... On the album you’re now discovering, you can also hear five previously unreleased tracks recorded a bit later during an extended and freezing stay in Madrid, in a makeshift studio with the invaluable help of a drummer also acting as sound engineer. He was both an enthusiastic old hippie and a proper whizz at sound engineering. Here too, certain influences from the fifties and sixties (Link Wray, the Troggs) are more than obvious in the band’s music.

Shortly after a final stormy and rather barbaric (on the audience’s side) “Punk night” at the Olympia in June 1978, Tristam left the band ; his bandmates continued without him for a short while.

But like most pioneering punk bands of the era, Guilty Razors eventually split up for good after three years (besides once in Spain, they’d only played in Paris). The reason for ceasing business activities were more or less the same for everyone: there were no venues outside one’s small circuit to play this kind of rock music, which was still frightening, unknown, or of little interest to most people. The chances of recording an LP were virtually null, since major labels were only signing unoriginal but reassuring sub-Téléphone clones, and the smaller ones were only interested in progressive rock or French chanson for youth clubs. And what about self-production? No one in our small safety-pinned world had thought about it yet. There wasn’t enough money to embark on that sort of venture anyway.

So yes, the early days of punk in France were truly No Future!

Whole Cake Island: Sweets and Dangers in an Unforgiving World! As Luffy and his crew face an Emperor, Big Mom, for the first time, they must join forces to save Sanji in the extravagant kingdom of Totto Land.

Composer: Kohei Tanaka
Kohei Tanaka has been a lyricist, composer and arranger for a multitude of animated works and video games, including Sakura Wars, Assassination Classroom and the One Piece saga, since its inception.

To mark the 25th anniversary of its release, Doubts and Convictions by Troublemakers is officially reissued, more than twenty years after its original release in 2001.


Never reissued until now, this emblematic French Touch album—originally signed in Chicago, USA—captures a moment when French electronic music opened up to jazz, soul and transatlantic grooves.


A cult record whose sound remains timeless.

As Nathan Fake rises from the nocturnal subterranea and rave catharsis of his previous records, on Evaporator, he resurfaces into the domain of daylight, bringing a tangible sense of air rushing against your face, of big skies, and endless landscapes.

The idea of pop accessibility that trickled into 2023’s Crystal Vision is refracted here through the prism of sweeping ambient, deep electronica, and trance uplift. Evaporator is Fake’s idea of “airy daytime music”, with each track a different barometer reading across the album’s varying atmospheres, which range from vibrant sunbursts, bracing rainscapes, and fine mists of clement melodics. “It’s not overtly confrontational electronic club music,” states Fake. “It’s quite pleasant, it’s accessible. As I was progressing through making the tracklist, I called it a daytime album. It doesn’t feel like an afterparty album.” For the past decade Fake has been gingerly introducing collaborations with heroes and friends alike into his lone, idiosyncratic working process.

Border Community alumni Dextro AKA Ewan Mackenzie transmutes his ferocious drumming for Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs into the blurred choral thump of ‘Baltasound’. ‘Orbiting Meadows’, meanwhile, is his second collaboration with Clark, an eerily idyllic duet where microtonal 18EDO piano clangs slowly twirl around wailing pads. Evaporator marks the junction point of old technology and ever fresh creativity for Nathan. The trusty “dinosaur” age software, particularly Cubase VST5, that has powered two decades of music is rarely updated. “I used to sort of feel a bit ashamed of using such old software, and then I kind of had an epiphany – that’s just how I work”, comments Fake. “That’s just how I play. I’m very fond of these old tools, and I get the most joy out of them, but now I’ve incorporated new technology too.” When an artist accumulates so much synergy with their instrument, music making becomes instinctual. By Fake’s account, much of Evaporator just fell into place. The album title arrived randomly in his head (“it felt completely perfect. Airy.”), ideas looped and developed until things locked into place and just felt right. ‘The Ice House’ is a fleeting glimpse of the sonic world he taps into in this creative state, its glassy FM synths built around a counterpoint between rough-hewn crystalline arpeggios and sparse yet gravitas-bearing bass. “That riff I just wrote out on the keyboard, I just played it forever and ever and ever.

The original track ended up being really short. Here you go, and it’s gone!” These unplanned channellings of sound call forth records from Fake’s past while he looks ahead, perhaps getting at the very essence of his musicianship. The opener ‘Aiwa’ (“the breeziest,” he muses) reminds of the introspection that characterised Providence, excited by the fire and grit of Steam Days’ textural experiments, its chunky slams and clatters surging into a flood of harmonic buzzing as they reach out for old wisdom. ‘Hypercube’ stampedes in a similar chronological confluence, infusing an incessant synth line reminiscent of the golden age of rave with the crackling, ecstatic energy of modern festival anthems. Like the vaporisation of liquid to particles, everything that Evaporator presents has a mutant desire to be amorphous. Sounds rarely settle; the irradiated garage beat of ‘Bialystok’ is pitched downwards to driving, rebounding effect, while ‘You’ll Find a Way’ warps static into shivering energy, cinematic synth strings building anticipation into a gradual gush of chords. This translates into a more expansive stereo field than Fake has explored before.


‘Slow Yamaha’ saves the wildest, most kinetic transformations for last with a cornucopia of crispy melodies and fried drums; a sibilance of cymbals on the left, a susurrus of shakers on the right, and kaleidoscopic lasers pulsing and fizzing all around. Evaporation culminating in pure excited atoms.

Remixed With Love has set the benchmark for disco reworks for over a decade, with Dave Lee universally recognised as the most trusted name in the field when it comes to respectfully updating dancefloor classics from the original multi-tracks.

With original vinyl editions long deleted and constant demand from DJs and collectors, this brand-new one-off, vinyl-only release has been made possible via a fresh licensing deal with Sony Music, allowing eight of the most requested mixes from the catalogue to be pressed together for the first time.

This is not a repress; it is a bespoke, limited selection, and once the pressing has sold through, it cannot be repeated.

Miles Davis & Quincy Jones - Live At Montreux Rhino Reserve
The Grammy* Award winning collaboration of Miles & Quincy revisiting the classic Gil Evansarrangements that Miles originally recorded decades before with Gil. It's rare for Miles to lookback and these performances are superb. Recorded live at the Montreux Jazz Festival on July8, 1991, these are some of Miles' final recordings.Cut by Matthew Lutthans at The Mastering Lab and pressed on 180g black vinyl at FidelityRecord Pressing

Alex Zhang Hungtai steht auf ,Dras" still da, aber es ist eine Stille, die jede Menge Möglichkeiten hat. Diese neun Stücke wurden 2019 in der Saint Joseph Oratory in Montreal aufgenommen (kurz bevor ein Klavier kaputtgemacht wurde) und lagen während der Pandemiejahre auf seiner Festplatte, bis endlich der Funke übersprang. Was jetzt entsteht, fühlt sich an, als würde man jemandem dabei zusehen, wie er die Konturen seiner eigenen inneren Landschaft nachzeichnet, wobei jede Melodielinie eine sorgfältige Auseinandersetzung mit dem Unbewussten ist. Dies ist nur im weitesten Sinne ein Saxophon-Album. Das Terrain hier ist taktil und unerbittlich. Im Titeltrack werden schwierige Melodien auseinandergerissen und zu emotionalen Drones geformt, wobei Dissonanzen ineinandergreifen, während Töne mit metallischem Glanz ihren Weg durch die Sinne bahnen. ,El Khela" bricht sich in spektrale Schichten, die mit ewiger Schwerkraft ziehen, während ,Estado" Trost in seiner eigenen Dunstglocke findet, mit Rhythmen, die kaum hörbar sind, aber mit ihrer Kadenz, die sich an grauen Wänden abzeichnet, vorwärts führen. Es sind kleine Momente, die zu kathartischen Klangatmen werden und jeweils neue Passagen durch die psychische Geografie offenbaren. Es liegt Schönheit in den subtilen Wiederholungen des Openers ,Erg" und in den leuchtenden Progressionen von ,White Dwarf". Zhangs Saxophon wird zu einer Wünschelrute für das Unbekannte, während Elektrizität durch die Adern des Albums fließt und sein Atem alles an etwas wortlos Menschlichem verankert. Die digitale Bearbeitung dieser Kirchenaufnahmen verdeckt nicht das menschliche Element von ,Dras". Sie verwandelt das Rohmaterial in etwas, das zwischen äußerem Raum und innerer Landschaft navigiert. Als der Schlusssong ,Mazil" kommt, lässt Alex Zhang Hungtai sein Saxophon seine volle Resonanz entfalten. Tiefe, kehlige Klänge öffnen sich wie Abgründe unter melodischen Konstellationen, die in dichter Schwerkraft schweben. Hier herrscht Endgültigkeit, auch wenn sich etwas in diesen Passagen schwerelos anfühlt. Diese Musik ist durchdrungen von innerem Dialog, einem wortlosen Zauber, der über dem psychischen Abgrund tanzt. Tonale Sequenzen zerfallen in betäubende Klänge, eine scharfe, elegante Kante, die schneidet, ohne Blut zu vergießen. Dieses einsame Werk der Erforschung wird zu etwas Gemeinschaftlichem. ,Dras" ist eine Karte, um den Raum zwischen dem, wo wir sind, und dem, wo wir hingehen könnten, zu durchqueren.

Über Jahre hinweg hat Cactus Lee still und leise ein einzigartiges Werk geschaffen, indem er in Honky-Tonks rund um Austin auftrat und gleichzeitig in einem gleichmäßigen, selbstbestimmten Tempo Alben veröffentlichte. Lee's Dream, sein zweites Album für Western Vinyl, wirkt wie die natürliche Essenz dieser Reise - unterwegs geschrieben, zu Hause verfeinert und geprägt vom Spannungsfeld zwischen der Hingabe zur Musik und der Hingabe zur Familie. Die Songs entstanden während einer einmonatigen Solotournee durch den Mittleren Westen und den Süden und begannen als Skizzen, die in Transportern und Motelzimmern geschrieben wurden, teilweise inspiriert durch einen Besuch in Guy Clarks rekonstruiertem Keller in der Country Music Hall of Fame. Die Songs entstanden während einer einmonatigen Solotournee durch den Mittleren Westen und den Süden und begannen als Skizzen, die in Transportern und Motelzimmern geschrieben wurden, teilweise inspiriert durch einen Besuch in Guy Clarks rekonstruiertem Keller in der Country Music Hall of Fame. Die Songs entstanden während einer einmonatigen Solo-Tournee durch den Mittleren Westen und den Süden und begannen als Skizzen, die in Transportern und Motelzimmern geschrieben wurden, teilweise inspiriert durch einen Besuch in Guy Clarks rekonstruiertem Keller in der Country Music Hall of Fame. Als Kevin Dehan nach Hause zurückkehrte und dort persönliche Umbrüche erlebte, wandte er sich nach innen und schrieb Songs, die Unruhe mit Entschlossenheit, Sehnsucht mit Verantwortung in Einklang bringen. ,Lee's Dream" wurde in den Fort Horton Studios mit Produzent Billy Horton aufgenommen und lehnt sich an klassische Country-Formen und die Sensibilität der Sun-Ära an, geleitet von Vorbildern wie John D. Loudermilk, Glen Campbell und dem frühen Gordon Light Aufgenommen in den Fort Horton Studios mit Produzent Billy Horton, lehnt sich Lee's Dream an klassische Country-Formen und die Sensibilität der Sun-Ära an, geleitet von Vorbildern wie John D. Loudermilk, Glen Campbell und dem frühen Gordon Lightfoot. Das Album, das mit Beiträgen eines engen Kreises von Mitwirkenden fertiggestellt wurde, wirkt gemeinschaftlich und lebendig - gleichermaßen fröhlich und melancholisch. Verwurzelt in texanischen Bildern und Country-Folklore, wirkt Lee's Dream wie ein vertrauter Fiebertraum, der die Tradition ehrt und sie gleichzeitig leise an Dehans unverwechselbare Stimme anpasst.

Die Botschaft, das Wesentliche, das sich teilen lässt, ist Licht; es ist der Samen in der Erde, der zu einer Pflanze wird und dann zu einer Blume, die in voller Blüte steht und schließlich unvermeidlich verwelkt, damit der Zyklus von Neuem beginnen kann; es ist die Suche nach Schönheit im Chaos, aus dem Harmonie entsteht, um es zu überwinden. Auf Volume III kehren Mathieu David Gagnon und sein Projekt Flore Laurentienne zurück, um die Pracht des Flusses und seiner floralen und waldreichen Umgebung zu feiern.Volume III ist zudem eine tiefere Erkundung der Verbindung von akustischen und synthetischen Elementen, die den Charakter von Flore Laurentienne ausmachen. Anders als bei den ersten drei Alben wurden die meisten Stücke gemeinsam mit den Bandmitgliedern während Residenzen und Konzerten entwickelt, bevor sie aufgenommen wurden. Dies bereicherte die Kompositionen in einer Phase, in der sie sich noch im Wandel befanden. Die Band treibt das Projekt an und inspiriert Gagnons Schreibprozess, indem sie den Klang weiterentwickelt, nährt und ihm erlaubt, neue Wege zu gehen.Dieser neue Meilenstein markiert zugleich den Abschluss einer Trilogie, die 2019 mit Volume I begann - mit dem inhärenten und parallelen Bestreben, ein drittes Volume zu erreichen, um Volume 3 von L'Infonie (einem Kultkollektiv aus Québec, das Jazz, Prog, Kunstmusik und Poesie verband) zu würdigen. Letzteres beeinflusste die Musik von Flore Laurentienne nicht direkt, sondern vielmehr das Verständnis von Freiheit in der Komposition, die Klassik und Improvisation vereint.Die Entwicklung von Volume III folgt der Evolution des Projekts: Während der erste Track ,Fleurs" dem ähnelt, was Volume II bot, gibt uns der abschließende Titel ,(A travers les) Chablis" einen Vorgeschmack darauf, wie der nächste Schritt klingen könnte. Es ist ein Album, das man zusammen mit seinen beiden Vorgängern genießen sollte - und dabei gespannt auf das Kommende blickt. Flore Laurentienne entwickelt sich ständig weiter, doch die Vision ist seit Beginn dieselbe geblieben: Musik zu schaffen, die lebendig, wahrhaftig, menschlich und kompromisslos ist.

Die Botschaft, das Wesentliche, das sich teilen lässt, ist Licht; es ist der Samen in der Erde, der zu einer Pflanze wird und dann zu einer Blume, die in voller Blüte steht und schließlich unvermeidlich verwelkt, damit der Zyklus von Neuem beginnen kann; es ist die Suche nach Schönheit im Chaos, aus dem Harmonie entsteht, um es zu überwinden. Auf Volume III kehren Mathieu David Gagnon und sein Projekt Flore Laurentienne zurück, um die Pracht des Flusses und seiner floralen und waldreichen Umgebung zu feiern.Volume III ist zudem eine tiefere Erkundung der Verbindung von akustischen und synthetischen Elementen, die den Charakter von Flore Laurentienne ausmachen. Anders als bei den ersten drei Alben wurden die meisten Stücke gemeinsam mit den Bandmitgliedern während Residenzen und Konzerten entwickelt, bevor sie aufgenommen wurden. Dies bereicherte die Kompositionen in einer Phase, in der sie sich noch im Wandel befanden. Die Band treibt das Projekt an und inspiriert Gagnons Schreibprozess, indem sie den Klang weiterentwickelt, nährt und ihm erlaubt, neue Wege zu gehen.Dieser neue Meilenstein markiert zugleich den Abschluss einer Trilogie, die 2019 mit Volume I begann - mit dem inhärenten und parallelen Bestreben, ein drittes Volume zu erreichen, um Volume 3 von L'Infonie (einem Kultkollektiv aus Québec, das Jazz, Prog, Kunstmusik und Poesie verband) zu würdigen. Letzteres beeinflusste die Musik von Flore Laurentienne nicht direkt, sondern vielmehr das Verständnis von Freiheit in der Komposition, die Klassik und Improvisation vereint.Die Entwicklung von Volume III folgt der Evolution des Projekts: Während der erste Track ,Fleurs" dem ähnelt, was Volume II bot, gibt uns der abschließende Titel ,(A travers les) Chablis" einen Vorgeschmack darauf, wie der nächste Schritt klingen könnte. Es ist ein Album, das man zusammen mit seinen beiden Vorgängern genießen sollte - und dabei gespannt auf das Kommende blickt. Flore Laurentienne entwickelt sich ständig weiter, doch die Vision ist seit Beginn dieselbe geblieben: Musik zu schaffen, die lebendig, wahrhaftig, menschlich und kompromisslos ist.

Zum ersten Mal seit einem Jahrzehnt sind die lebenden Fuzz-Legenden Truckfighters mit brandneuem Material zurück und entfachen die Rockszene erneut mit ihrer rohen Energie.MASTERFLOW - das Gleichgewicht zwischen Disziplin und Freiheit. Eine vibrierende Resonanz auf mehreren Ebenen - Körper, Geist, Raum, Zeit und Publikum in perfekter Harmonie.Tauche ein in MASTERFLOW und lass dich von den donnernden Klanglandschaften mitreißen, die nur Truckfighters erschaffen können.Das neue Album entfesselt eine unerbittliche Welle aus fuzz-getränkten Hymnen, massiven Riffs und hypnotischen Grooves, die die Desert-Rock-Wurzeln der Band widerspiegeln und ihren Sound zugleich in neues, weitläufiges Terrain vorstoßen lassen.Ganz im klassischen Truckfighters-Geist ist die Musik auf MASTERFLOW sowohl dynamisch als auch reich an Variationen - sie wechselt mühelos zwischen erdrückender Schwere und ausgedehnten, psychedelischen Passagen. Von erdbebentiefem Bassfundament bis hin zu aufsteigenden, melodischen Spannungsbögen balanciert die Band meisterhaft rohe Kraft mit Feingefühl und Flow. Jeder Track atmet, entwickelt sich und trifft mit klarer Absicht - eine nahtlose Reise, angetrieben von Schweiß, Fuzz und dem rein verzerrten Geist des Rock 'n' Roll.Dieses Album ist gemacht für überfüllte Clubs, endlose Highways und Lautsprecher am Limit - ein klangliches Monolith, das noch lange nach dem Verklingen des letzten Tons nachhallt.Eine große Europa-Release-Tour startet Mitte April und zieht sich durch den gesamten Mai, bevor sie nahtlos in den Festival-Sommer übergeht. Ob im Studio oder live auf der Bühne: Truckfighters liefern ein unvergessliches, überwältigendes Klangerlebnis.

The culmination of an incredible six months of touring the new ‘Aria’ live show, Marsh shares his ‘Aria EP’.

Originally birthed as an audio-visual live concept designed to showcase Marsh’s growing catalogue and the many talented vocalists he has worked with, ‘Aria’ began as two UK shows - the first at London’s premium new venue, HERE at Outernet, followed by a night at New Century in Manchester.

More recently the EP has been supported by a run of eight North American shows including dates at New York’s Webster Hall, Los Angeles’ Fonda Theatre, and a set at Montreal’s Piknic Électronik festival. The ‘Aria’ live show reached its final stop at iconic Colorado venue Red Rocks Amphitheatre for Anjunadeep Open Air - a particularly snowy and enchanting performance for all those lucky enough to be there.

The full EP features two brand new Marsh tracks; ‘Mercy’, a hard-hitting club record known for getting the crowd moving on ‘Aria’ tour dates, and ‘Hope’, a softer track with uplifting vocal samples.

The ‘Aria EP’ is out November 15 on Anjunadeep.

David Bowie ist einer der bedeutendsten Popmusiker der Siebzigerjahre. Da er einen Sohn namens Zowie hat, interessiert er sich besonders für gute Musik für Kinder. Mit Blick auf seinen Sohn beteiligte er sich an dieser Aufnahme von Prokofjews sinfonischem Märchen. … 1977 produzierte Bowie ein Album von Iggy Pop und ging mit ihm auf Tournee, wo er als Pianist in der Band spielte und bescheiden auf Soloeinlagen verzichtete. Außerdem sang er mit Bing Crosby in dessen Weihnachts-Fernsehshow und sprach den Text zu Peter und der Wolf für ein Album, das Eugene Ormandy und das Philadelphia Orchestra aufgenommen hatten. (aus dem Original-Booklet)

Born into a musical family Al Manfredi started writing songs when he was child. As a teenager in 1965, he formed the Nuts & Bolts in the small beach town of San Clemente, California. Inspired by the Kinks, the Beatles and the Byrds, the group separated themselves from the pack by also performing original material written by Manfredi and band mate Mike Ingram. In late 1966 they changed their name to the Lost & Found and relocated to Phoenix, Arizona, where they cut a rare single, “Don’t Move Girl” b/w “To Catch the Sun,” which now commands high coin from ‘60s garage collectors. When they returned to San Clemente in early 1967 their music had taken a more psychedelic direction. The Lost & Found were riding high that year, until tragedy struck. Ingram was found hanged under suspicious circumstances and soon after Lost & Found drummer Mike Ryer died of cancer at the age of 19. Heartbroken, Manfredi gave up on the band scene completely and moved to Garden Grove to teach at his family’s music store. But alone, behind closed doors, he kept writing songs and working on his music, recording hours of tapes, often tracking all the instruments himself. In 1973 he chose six of his best songs, some of them written back in the Lost & Found days, and had them custom-pressed as an LP. Only a handful of copies were pressed, and most of these were sent out to various record companies in the hope of landing a deal. Despite the outstanding quality of the music, there were no takers. But decades later, collectors discovered the Al Manfredi album and hailed it a West Coast rock masterpiece. In his Acid Archives book, Patrick Lundborg called its discovery a deus ex machina and compared it to David Crosby’s first solo album and Hawaii-era Merrell Fankhauser, “not just the acutely captured mellowness, but the self-confidence and the talent.”This little-known West Coast rock masterpiece was rediscovered and celebrated by Acid Archives founder Patrick Lundborg and others around the time that Manfredi died in 1995. This version of the album, overseen by Manfredi’s son Exile, and with Manfredi’s story told by Ugly Things’ founder Mike Stax, presents the complete package of an incredible lost and found artist. Contains the album, as originally issued, on side A with unreleased music on side B.

Melanie Baker komponiert Musik über alles, was schmerzt, und alles, was sich gut anfühlt. Sie lebt in Newcastle (Großbritannien) und schreibt mit unerschütterlicher Ehrlichkeit - Songs, die zwischen lauter Katharsis und leisen Geständnissen, zwischen absurdem Humor und tiefer Verletzlichkeit schwanken. Mit hämmernden Trommeln, verzerrten Gitarren und zarter lyrischer Präzision greift Baker den Mut und den Geist des Alternative Rock der 90er Jahre durch eine queere, moderne Linse wieder auf.

Hard Texas Funk aus der renommierten Szene von San Antonio. Während Abe Epstein auf dem General McMullen Boulevard nach West Side Brown-Eyed Soul-Gruppen suchte, antworteten Mickey Foster und seine gemischtrassige Soul Generation Band auf Browns Aufruf, südlich des River Walk den richtigen Weg einzuschlagen. Hier sind ein Dutzend ihrer schwungvollsten und unkonventionellsten Instrumentalstücke versammelt, eine stimmungsvolle Übersicht über die Band von 1969 bis 1977, darunter der Hit ,Iron Leg". Entscheiden Sie sich hier für Ihr nächstes Sample.

Hard Texas Funk aus der renommierten Szene von San Antonio. Während Abe Epstein auf dem General McMullen Boulevard nach West Side Brown-Eyed Soul-Gruppen suchte, antworteten Mickey Foster und seine gemischtrassige Soul Generation Band auf Browns Aufruf, südlich des River Walk den richtigen Weg einzuschlagen. Hier sind ein Dutzend ihrer schwungvollsten und unkonventionellsten Instrumentalstücke versammelt, eine stimmungsvolle Übersicht über die Band von 1969 bis 1977, darunter der Hit ,Iron Leg". Entscheiden Sie sich hier für Ihr nächstes Sample.