A spontaneous first meeting between two young artists resulting in forty minutes of experimental music covering a wide spectrum of drone sounds. From granular synthesis and walls of guitar distortion to Jerusalem’s filed recordings and dark soundscapes, this release continues Felt’s catalog in an unpredictably cool way.
The idea for this project came during a conversation with the Italian musician/photographer Giovanni Lami (b.1978) about a possible release and I quickly brought to the table the idea of inviting Ryan along for a split release. Los Angeles based Ryan Connor (b.1979) under the alias ‘Sublamp’, who has been delivering top drone sounds since 2008, was then asked to join and this album came to life. It was really interesting for me to see those two artists interact as their music careers are surprisingly parallel but in the same time so distant. The tracks they created for this split provide a great opportunity for us to get some insight into their techniques and style, and to document those two promising artists at their artistic take-off. I would like to leave the invitation open for Ryan and Giovanni to come together again in a few years for the second part of this split; it will be really exciting to see how their sound has evolved. – Felt
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.
Anthropological audiophiles feared that all forms of smouldered geometric sound magic had died away when Europeans reached far in to the desert wilderness of western America. Although this sand based kahuna was never officially outlawed, the decline of native culture saw many forms of sonic sorcery die out as the acoustic conjurers were unable to pass on their wisdom to new aural apprentices.
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.