NITE AUDIT: The Audiot

02/09/2014

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C40. Packaged in custom envelope + fun bonus sticker for adhering to your math binder. ($7 plus regional shipping)


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Like a mix-tape from the ’90s found in some pre-Guiliani Williamsburg time capsule, Nite Audit‘s The Audiot, is noisey art-rock for the now. Psych-collage, abstracted and distracted vocals and discordant no-wave guitars over dub-informed beats. Add to that smatterings of punk and splatterings of kraut and it’s the kind of of album that assures old codgers like me that the kids are alright.

WHO’S WHO: A mild-mannered night auditor for a New York City hotel by night, by day a hunched-over manchild locked in a windowless room with little more than a microphone and a tiny bed made up of shredded newspaper and wet napkins. Legend has it that one hot summer morning on his walk home from work, N/A came across an abandoned Boss BR-532 Digital Four-Track Recorder laying in a dumpster. Rather than just taking the BR-532 home, N/A had the strongest urge to climb inside that proverbial dumpster, ripping off his suit at once, perverted noises immediately overflowing from his cracked, dry mouth in strangely looped incantations.

When he came to it was dark again. He found himself naked and covered in flies, the remnants of a broken bottle still lodged in his mouth. Embarrassed and confused, he put back on his tattered suit, readying himself for another night on the job. But first, he hesitantly played back what had been recorded. He was like, “Huh. Ok, I guess I can get into this. Kind of going for like a Kim Fowley kinda thing or Ween or something.” But secretly he knew that one day, with enough practice and soul searching, heck he could become the next Lenny Kravitz! The rest, as they say, is history! Other than that, when he has the time N/A raises his two sons, Cooper and Aiden, with his loving wife Alexis in a two-story brownstone in Park Slope.

So, let’s hear it for the night auditor, huh! Just a man with his thoughts, crunching numbers in the dark so you don’t have to.

CALL IT: Art-rock, noise-funk, lo-fi pop, left-field indie
SONIC COUSIN TO: Ween, (early) Beck, Sebadoh/Sentridoh, Sonic/Ciccone Youth, an electro-punk Daniel Johnston, Alan Vega fronting an early DAF, various Jeunesse Cosmique bands, a hermit muttering into a CB radio late at night.


Clara Engel: Ashes and Tangerines

11/04/2014

C56 / 11 tracks § edition of 50 § smokey cassette shells § burlap sleeve § stamped and numbered tags § fold-out poster/lyric sheet § download code

Release date: April 28th, 2014

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Burlap. It conjures the innocent fun of potatoes sack races. It evokes the scents of coffee beans or even its own rustic spice. And it haunts us with the cruel tragedy of kittens, drowned in a sack at the first light of dawn.

Clara Engel‘s enchanting Ashes & Tangerines is infused with the dark heart of the Nick Cave, the gruff sensuality of PJ Harvey, and the storied lyricism of the Cohens and Dylans of the world.  It was a pleasure to put together the packaging for this album; an album which is every bit as smokey as the noir-tinted cassette shell and coarse and earthy as the burlap it comes wrapped in.

“Clara Engel’s voice comes to me from that deepest of all places, imaginative space, from which she visually retrieves an inner landscape converted by breath into the rock equivalent of poetry. Rarely has a voice sounded so authoritative, so unapologetic in its disclosures, so sure of its direction in going home into song.” ~ Jeremy Reed (UK poet) 

“The album’s production blends Clara’s poetry with her music, so as to produce a very interesting mixture of strong senses. “Ashes and Tangerines”; destruction and reboot. Now and never. Everything exists in her fantasy, inside the forest of the tale where she landed, stayed and perceived, among other stuff, the rare blending of fantastic and real things … She introduces herself and invites you to enter the world the way she perceives it. It is a fairy tale experience for grownups. One you definitely should not lose.” ~ Metacapsule Says


The possible return of No Love

14/02/2014

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Back in 1989 Arachnidiscs Recordings began with demo tapes released on an imprint called No Love Records. Naturally, being a 1990’s label, No Love focused on punk and music that fell under the relevant-at-the-time label of “alternative” rock. In it’s days No Love never released a single vinyl record. Apparently, ten years on that bothered me so much that I looked for a new name for the label as we headed into the new century. Goodbye No Love, hello Arachnidiscs.

Anyway, if you’ve perused the Arachnidiscs  mission statement before, it’s clear there’s a number of genres not suitable to the Arachnidiscs aesthetic. This includes things like punk and alternative, no matter how weird the music is or how weird the people making it might actually be.

Lately, that’s kind of made me sad to say “no” to some pretty interesting projects so I’ve been toying with the idea of reviving the No Love imprint for a few select releases. I wasn’t going to announce it until agreements were nailed down with the bands, but how could I not announce this on Valentine’s Day?

Stay tuned? Maybe…

 

 

 


Healthy Animal / Summer Amp : 3/4 (Split Tape Series Vol. 2)

22/09/2010

The second in our series of split tapes. This time we’ve paired up Healthy Animal (FLA) with Summer Amp (BC).

Side 3: Healthy Animal – 7X Untitled. Seven nameless compositions from the East Coast of the USA. Rhythmic and fuzzed-out, Healthy Animal’s music is as much a part of the No Wave and Krautrock traditions as it is the new schools of Chillwave and Shitgaze. But who cares about labels? HA bury pummeling rhythms under waves of blissed-out white-static psych haziness. Sounds kind of like a possible score to Charles Burns’ graphic novel Black Hole as performed by aliens who only know earth music from hearing Brian Eno on a poorly tuned radio-station.

Side 4: Summer Amp – Danger Zone. Five pro-wrestling inspired psych/noise jams from the West Coast of Canada. Features members of New Yaki and The Madonna Bangers. The vibe might be described as the sunburned hand of Tully Blanchard. Or tribal/industrial folk music for life at the end of the universe when there’s no electricity to play your Can and VxPxC records.

40 mins (total). Edition of 34. 2-sided full-colour poster insert. Cloth bag. Free mp3 download links.
$7.00 CAD

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