New Release

Excavation Series 7 – You/In/Be/Arc

New mixtape is live and available, You/In/Be/Arc is a weirdo collage split in two sides sourced from Youtube, Vimeo and Internet Archive.

I dug through micro-rabbit holes while pinpoints moved too fast for proper capture, instead:  I taped and cut-up what made sense psychogeographically as I wandered aiming but aimless. A dada poem, or a nonsensical abstraction. One thing erases the older thing, or the two or three things erase…

Tapes were professionally duplicated in an edition of 40 copies and I printed the artwork and stamped the envelopes myself at home again. Tapes incude short liner notes and tracklisting, and a black-and-white print.

End of June will see another mixtape, ES8, a wild psychedelic-tinged layered ride by John Thayer (he of Drunken Sufis), sourced and brought about by personal field recordings and music encountered along his travels in Thailand and Cambodia. A superb mix that we’re super proud to be helping put out.

Peace and more to come!
Kev

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Excavation Series 6 – Maghreb Sharit Mix No 4 – Gimbri Special

Next up in our steadily growing Excavation Series of mixtapes is a killer mix of Gimbri-focused Moroccan music sourced and compiled by Natalia Beylis and Willie Stewart (of the excellent Irish psych-improv group Woven Skull) from their private stash.

The two often travel to Morocco and when visiting it’s expert digging and we’re lucky enough to reap the rewards here. This isn’t the first Moroccan mix that they have put together either, this is number four in a series they’ve been uploading on Mixcloud under the Maghreb Sharit name, and we encourage you to dive into those as well, each one is phenomenal and worthy of yr attention. We can’t thank them enough for wanting to help us out with our thing here, and having the chance to put these pieces back on tape under a compilation-like new light is a total pleasure.

Sometimes rough, sometimes crackly, all of the time with that radical tape vibe, the pieces included in this mix are incredible. The languid and snaky flow of the gimbri and the wild rhythms present, the group chanting and singing, the pacing and repetitions too, this is heavy folk music, deep and intense and despite the sorrow-filled haunting blues in a few of the numbers, it’s joyful and full of life and overflowing with passion. A truly beautiful music.

Tapes were professionally duplicated while the printing and packaging were done here at home again. Available here.

There are a small amount of tapes with our UK/Euro distro again too, Crow Versus Crow, so reach out to him if yr in that geography, he can be reached at crow_versus_crow@hotmail.co.uk and he already has the tapes in his mitts, now ready for yrs. Andy’ll get you sorted.

More to come! June will have two new mixtapes, one continuing down our digging ethnographic/geographic on-location folk music w/ radio and layered oddities to boot, and a brand new mixtape first going in a totally different direction, hopefully opening up new terrain that we’d like to continue with again. News on these soon. There are other tapes coming together as well, but it’s early days, further details forthcoming when we start getting the masters, but we’re beyond excited to share everything and make real what we’re discussing/compiling behind the scenes and an early thanks to everyone helping us along.

And thank you for the support so far for being into the tapes and the free digital downloads.

Thanks for reading and listening!

Peace,
Kev

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Excavation Series 5 – A.I.R. Tapes 1

New release is live, continuing with the Excavation Series of mixtapes, this time via Phong Tran, my partner with this side-label (which will be taking up most of my attention going forward), and it’s number 5 in the series.

All India Radio recordings taped by PT when in India, circa ’96-97.

This run is pro-dubbed as my machines were leaving a little to be desired in the quality department, have been working them a bit too hard lately, and they sound really good. Price has gone up two bucks but you will save on shipping if yr in USA, as Phong has a box waiting for yr mitts. He’ll be tackling most of the stateside mail, which is still through the bandcamp, just cheaper postage checkout totals, and I’ll cover Canada and International mail.

UK friends, I have a small distro, as part of a label-swap, with Crow Versus Crow. Andy has a box currently on route, soon to be ready for you. Easiest way to grip one of these is to directly email him at crow_versus_crow@hotmail.co.uk.

You will save a few bucks for sure on this, and I hope you’ll hit him up for a tape if you want one. If he’s out of copies then head back over to the bandcamp and hopefully I’ll still have a few left. So it’s UK copies that will be separate, the rest is still through bandcamp or by directly contacting me at powermoveslabel@gmail.com.

This run was in an edition of 40 copies, and I printed the artwork and stamped the envelopes here at home.

More to come in May and June, Excavation Series #s 6, 7 and 8.

Lastly, there is a stand-alone bandcamp for this series now: https://excavationseries.bandcamp.com

(I wasn’t writing about the others in the series as this started as a neat little way to put some mixes together and share them via tape and free d/l, keeping them very casual, but Phong and I are really excited with the progress and some of the tapes we have lined up, fingers crossed always, are a little mind-blowing. Can’t wait to keep sharing them.)

Peace!
Kev

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Running Point – The Mic’d Time-Scene

Armed with two handhelds: the microcassette and cassette recorders flash broken-stream reds and blurred spotty static speaker blow-up on top of winter sound. A clean condenser intensifies the samples on lamp-lighting duty and the paper corners turn in.

Avoiding the surface capture.

Going to work. Working.

Immediacy lost in thinking-wonder. Waiting to strike, declaration/clarification of the specifics, the specs are only here-now. Go out and find the lungs.

A freezing temperature blast and wind-worn walk subtracts the warmth in-home with bullet and tape. No counters for the unused radio dial’s turn of extra-hiss. The greying-black of white noise in the covered room with empty reception bleeds everything together. Outside and in, all mirrored the same. Furnace plugs along in stomp pedal timing. Cold air and the lake convert the amplifier into trains rumbling underneath. Rhythms ignored for their psychogeographical counterpart.

Erasing the own, a century-turning windscreen protects real time from the made:

Part one, documentation through tape-roll and manipulation.

Part two, chance and accidental/guess-work collage.

What can’t be found is the time-scene objective. Go back and find it through cut-up. Realize that’s the imagined end-point that will forever elude.

The left-behind represents the mystery and the original self, the original vision.

What’s the microphone listening to when sleeping?

Where’s the original self?

This is the second half, Side B, of the split with Cahill Locksmith – Starter Kin, 012.

Tapes limited to 30 copies coming soon.

Both albums clock in at a hair under 36 minutes and seem like a nice pairing.

Guitars work out existential problems of spatial folk and circumstantial collection. Microphones perk/peak to differing realities, instruments in ultimate-silencer-tunings slice the air.

Where Locksmith dabbles in brother twos/blues and patient ellipsis, Running Point battles the many selves in observed/pragmatic time with implied technique.

The two sides of our living coins.

Hope you dig it …

Thanks for listening and reading,
Kev

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Sloom’s Mix Tape #1

Tape transfer granule drop, the Luxman with touch to dust sincerity loading and underpin bedding. Specific type: specific recollections/imprinting for turning digital to grain. Sanded down in pleasure-molecule contemplation.

No rain imminent in clear sun lookout until formed clouds roll in.

Boiled down to gas and fume, breathe/intake the memory lapse turned coloured air in a lonely head-space, in stereo-rattled inner-ear change-over. An analogue chemistry set charting the positional mapography of sleeping big-cities. One cylinder pours the closeness into another.

Escaping haze.

Hidden grit underneath time-treble hit and hiss. Buried in noise reductionism, a curious layer, the rewarded side effect guides the proceedings. Map-points merging/submerging. Pin-points threaded in pinched hubs, place-names occurring to calculate space and new-turning distances. Attenuated soundtrack work, night cars and pitch-blackness through artificial shine, building speed then gridless. Nowhere drives and small-moments writ large.

And a hot sun blazing.

Now we have the master on the other side of the horn. The ear now looks out.

This a gifted collection of blanketed aura iron-out and windows-down tempo pulse from James A. Toth, our usual in-house master technician.

Here, he removes the white hat and takes the long, treed road chasing the warmth and the experiment in tone and technology.

Tape manipulation, part of the mixing process, printing/creating new textures, allowing the decay and compression to spindle appropriate melody, the add-on/dump-down schemata holds the stamp. The flashes break the horizon’s long-distant view, it moves ever-closer with the heat turning, lighting the propel. Small, irregular clock-wise rollers collecting and disseminating new data in an almost instant compositional-like poise and lacquer.

The drifting, shouldering weight/less suspension.

A terrific mix of dream and wake-up. Moving and sitting still.

Limited to 30 tapes, coming very soon.

Thanks for listening and reading!

Hope you dig…
Kev

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Cahill Locksmith – Starter Kin

Blue Water Bridge cloned two as we leave.

Car accidents on the center top when still one.

Memories of thinking/finding the other side’s got to be the same as ours.

Both sides visualize the tatters when exposed out from under inter-support.

Bikes left unlocked only to return to later.

Still there, wonders of small town play-around and the lack of life’s heavy concern.

Pineries as dune-huge temples representing omnipresent force and mystery.

Clean, face-first water combatting a valley of chemicals and train track shrieks through the screens that lay open at night.

A giant wick flaming blue-green hot air and toxicity.

Full contact cement, all time, tough south-end small school near-violent-eruption and unkind walk-bys.

Sludged stream markings of a beat up place.

Late nights sitting on a roof staring at sky-fires in places we’ll never return to.

Parks and beaches to escape the boring sprawl.

Interlock conversation as years pass.

Time underneath, aging, life lessons in full-bore activity.

A very small window.

Always open.

We’ll hold those irrelevant time-trips as memories-on-film, captured pure, a photographic survey of the same-trees offering their together’d palms.

Roll the machines out and capture something.

Childhood grey.

This is the preliminary work of a brother project materializing and catching breath. A digital release to keep the wood burning for the future tape-hold.

Sitting outside around the fire unlocking time.

This album will be a split, limited to 30 tapes, with Power Moves Label 014, coming at a later date.

Please have and share.

Thanks for reading + listening,
Kev

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Shredderghost – Golden Cell

Absorbing the peace/pieces, extrapolating on long silence form, each glowing layer constructed in closed-eye shutter creating a physical space emanating a unified thought-vibration-singularity.

Parallel miniature features attune to the center, fixed and moving, floating, hovering, radiating awake.

Integral chops combine in top-heavy start-over, a dark, rich blue of clipped image and coils, skipping and coiling around bluer tremble.

All new-reds on amplifier wash-out, tube-lit night-ocean’s dark pigment, all aglare with hum-and-crackle.

Multiple lives in succession, living the same time-and-space.

Delayed and without beginning. There is no start, only continuation.

Dream’s the same.

An encyclopedia of thought-vision, an individual’s day-and-past taped together in one moment. Simultaneous levelling in several defined directions.

The non-psychological workings of the life-body, joint beauty and the reaching, not thinking but hoping, unconsciously feeling for purpose.

Looking for strategy, for meaning, waking up in the continuation. A shining and perfect symbol to complete the confusion/eureka.

Theoretical-gold then as mystery’s radiance, as shiner, as blinder, as reflection.

Only attainment real is in humanity’s ability to back off.

A miracle surrender.

Named after Odilon Redon’s painting La Cellule d’Or, Ian Franklin, under his Shredderghost name, tackles some mind-trip work of turbulent soft/heated control and excited cloud/cooling stretch-out.

Guitars get chances to resurrect and to speak again, blurred but with stoic integrity they hang on, they leak through the closed netting.

The amplifier gets full working duty, gets the last say. It all passes and erases in sonic solder memory come-and-go.

Temporal looping on earth, while working, untricking the enlight/enrich code.

Reaching for sustainability for the mind and heart, reaching for a heightened trance, passive yet anxiety-inducing, challenging, always cycling to the same spot. In sight/grasp yet slips through. A Taoist turmoil.

Amongst, within, seeing outside of, repeat.

Amongst, within, seeing outside of.

Dream’s the same.

Either thought-confined in that series of similar dreams (“Among the Flowers”) or its lucid hindsight initiates the exposition/extraction. That wave of escape keeps one grounded, keeps one awake, ready to receive new/old letting-go.

Consciousness under inquisitive and final inspection (“À Soi-Même”) – an alarm/trust dimensional ribbon. Markers unfold and move, never fixed, if drawn: held like cellular adventure, in plane-capture aspect, binding yet offering a new start-again, as mental fly-away disperses and returns. Atmosphere, timing, movement, evaporating.

Both sides of the stream, above and below, the realms for step-through.

This is gorgeous work presented in two side long pieces. Philosophical or not, the resolution’s in the clarity of feeling. The trips stand alone.

Limited to 50 tapes, coming very soon.

Hope you dig …

Thanks for reading and listening!
Kev

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