If you’ve ever had the chance to travel, you know that it changes your life. After a year on the road, from the jordanian dunes to the asphalt of Nashville, Julien Magot locked himself in his appartement to record ‘Fue’, the first album of his lonely adventure Appalache. If you’ve ever had the chance to travel for a long-time, you know how hard it is to fight against monotony of a daily life. This is maybe the start of this story, a way to escape from the outside world’s oppression, a dream about a dream inside a dream, where flashbacks can be possible futures. More than a story, ‘Fue’ can be the painting of a luxuriant desert under the moonlight, maybe like the one on the Barn Owl’s Lost In The Glare cover. 8 songs for 8 colors, leaded by an electric guitar and indians spirits, both hunting for serenity…
Let me tell you something : At daylight I made a dream. We were all floating in the air, entranced by a force we did not even know. And it felt great. “However, I have always prayed, and I believe that the Almighty has always protected me.” Geronimo (Chiricahua Apache Chief) and that’s where comes that force, from the Almighty. We should be all protected by this huge force as I draw my inspiration from Indian/Bible beliefs. As Indians believe in a God, I believe in a God of mercy and of hope. This album is about how everyone is while they believe in nothing. Try to believe. This is all about exaltation of the future, what you can expect and what it could bring to you. By faith. Every Appalache album is a different travel. -Fue- is about spirituality. – Julien Magot
Bloodred c60 + c40 tapes, handstamped / inked in blackHandcut, dyed + scored custom chipboard O-cards / insertHandstamped red 8.5″ by 8.5″ insert with black letteringHandnumbered & stamped in roman numeralsScreenprinted artwork by D.S. Ciarán
There is a stench here so old that it rids the body of any uncertainty. It is a comfortable rapture. The stench comes not from distant swamps, putrescent and green in their small wakes, or the mounds of bone matter and meat made dust underfoot. This waft of hidden and yet all-too demanding treasures lifts itself steadily from the bated, beating wings of the Bird, on its eternal voyage somewhere far past home.
Edition of 100 custom labeled, pro-dubbed tapes w/ full color, double sided j-cards…
Recontextualizing the past into fragments of an alternate plane… trash, 20th century garbage dump. of shimmering gold, sacred.
Super Limited edition of 50 cassettes with accompanying hyperactive/disorientating essay (screen-printed). All assembled by hand.
C90 cassette with bonus Side B: minimal Background sounds and unassuming drones.
Darren Ho’s latest trip down the rabbit hole is a baroque maze lit with neon lights. Machine music for The Blue Danube. Piano, harpsichord and synthesis all set adrift, levitating into minimal jewels of sound.