This, a split mini-tape on Disco Insolence that slipped out a week or two ago.
Dig this dude. Think I was rabbiting on about him last year on either the old Posterous or Tumblr blog – I forget which and both are gone now, anyway. Solvognen’s got a v. promising career ahead of him – if he even cares about such things (and I hope he don’t) – he’s still nicely under radar at the moment; a few months or a year out from the recent (and, er, unfortunate) cred-wrecking / cringe-inducing “Outsider House” piece. *Phew* Close call, etc.
Two trax, here. The first (“Lysergic Alabaster”) is illushly lilting / damaged Exotic – an audio-Instagram snapshot of the lushly verdant and 'exotic' – so hyperreal fake it hurts, but in the most beautiful way imaginable; yes, yes… it swiiings and sways slowly like a breeze-shifted palm-tree in a Malibou-n-coke dream-advert. It’s like going on holiday inside Clam Casino’s laptop. Endless azure Pantone skies, VCO envelope slowly opening like a giant bepearl’d bivalve on the bubble-smeared coral-reef of the imagination. The outro somehow captures – faded Polaroid / 4th-gen Xerox stylee – the inner essence of a 4 second sequence on Ashra’s New Age of the Earth, but don’t let that put you off.
Second trak (“Bismuth Vapour”) – short and sweet, to be sure – spirals out on a ruff inner-orbit of my ear-bones – a noisy, slow reverse camera-shutter sound that uncoils under a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it piano piece. A link, a filler, fade-out, but I’m convinced. A star is born!
(“OOO”): A slow upwards-slidin’ synth-siren lead-in takes us into a mumbled Youtube voicescape and thence to Nochexxx conspiracy territory. Saucer Country. Crunchy 8-Bit-Hop drums beat a paranoid tattoo-riddim that underpins a roiling feedback-echoloo-oo-oop, scratch samples and a Vangelisy-sounding mini-synth-motif. Sounds crumble down into the consistency of dry biscuits; modulated string-pads slide past into nervous, helium-voiced C. Saganisms and a phaaat squarewave bassline. Niiice.