Limited Edition of 32 hand numbered copies, comes with a download code inside the sleeve.
The second release in the new tape series comes from Bing & Ruth, led by New York residing composer David Moore.
Limited Edition of 32 numbered copies.
– Printed card inner sleeve
– Hand typed insert on hand-made paper
– White cassette tape
– Download code included
– Housed in a brown card outer case
Pro-duplication and imprinting with full color double sided j-cards. Limited edition of 100 on chrome tape…Prune by Coppice is a 30-minute composition for tape studying foundation reduction, threshold permutation, mercurial residue, and compression techniques. Recorded in Chicago in late 2010 using pump organ, fire bellows, push-pump organ, samples, and electronic processing.
Side B includes two new works from N.N.N. Cook. Wu Wei I: Repose features the texture of select materials arranged in order to accentuate the color of each while inducing horizontal and vertical spatial movement. Material (and non-material) sources include: baoding balls, brass censer, feedback, porcelain vase, tape, voice, wine glass, and wooden flute. Wu Wei II: Impulse is the first 18 minutes excerpted from a 40-minute improvisation on electric organ. The meditative state involved in the creation/listening process and the immersive quality of engaging in the perception of the beats, overtones, and shading are its focus.
To chronicle part of his European tour, Drekka (Michael Anderson) releases Live in Europe 2010 exclusively on Chemical Tapes. Forty six minutes of intense arcane cinematic ambience that was recorded live in various Italian and Slovenian cities during November 2010.
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.