:Episode One-Hundred Twelve: 07.20.2018
|Locean||Object||Object / Disco?|
|Slift||Space Is The Key||Space Is The Key|
|Center Pieces||Birds Are Flutes||Centering|
|Woven Skull||They Were Pebbles But I Call Them Stones||They Were Pebbles But I Call Them Stones|
|Fumaça Preta||A Serpente||Impuros Fanáticos|
|Beach Skulls||Sun||Las Dunas|
|Kutiman||Mineral||Don't Hold Onto The Clouds|
|Kareem Lotfy||Sundial Radio||QTT10|
|Bleed Turquoise||In So Far As||Bleed Turquoise|
|Father Murphy||Tract||Rising: A Requiem For Father Murphy|
|he Subdermic||Of Moths And Butterflies||Morphology|
The show this week starts off with some Magick Markers-esque, sprawling, improv noise-drone by Locean (pronounced, as far as I can tell, like "lotion"), some King Gizzard-y hyper-kinetic space rock from Slift, and some VU-inspired minimal drone by Alien Mustangs (which... woooooof what a trio of terrible band names. Slift? What the hell is that? Alien Mustangs? That's like a middle school P.E. team name: "yeah, us Alien Mustangs are gonna cream you Samurai Eagles at kickball!")
Opening the center set are, appropriately enough, Center Pieces, one of roughly 137 side projects of the members of Eternal Tapestry (they rival maybe only Bardo Pond for number of affiliated acts. Also, roughly 7-8 years ago, their pub quiz team beat mine at the citywide championship of one of Portland's numerous trivia associations). After that are Irish drone-folksters Woven Skull, followed by some lounge-psych (not really sure what else to call it) from Portugal's Fumaça Preta (any band name with a cedilla, my favorite diacritical mark, earns my approval. Hear that Slift? Rename yourself Çlift and you won't have me complaining) and, finally, some surf rock from the U.K.'s Beach Skulls.
The final set starts off with some minimal electronic sounds from Kutiman, a bit of ambient drone by Kareem Lotfy (taken from another Quiet Time Tapes album, following upon the one from X.Y.R. heard last week), some bass-heavy avant-garde-itude from Bleed Turquoise (a side project of Emptyset), a choral/organ dirge from Father Murphy, and some bleepy-bloopy-ness from The Subdermic and Portland's own LWW.