DOLPHINS INTO THE FUTURE "...On Sea-Faring Isolation" (Not Not Fun Records, 2009)
Field Recordings radical lovers cannot miss this debut vinyl, out on Not Not Fun, by Dolphins into the Future aka the one-man tape-loop blue-age ambient project by Belgian Cetacean Nation ambassador Lieven Martens, not to be confused with Dolphins into the Future the book (written by dimensional traveler Joan Ocean concerning her 20 years-longreal life spirit quest to commune with a school of 200 Hawaiian spinner dolphins). Surrounded by a tropical aura, marine murmurings and turquoise webs of billowing synth smoke curl dissipated into the wide blue horizons of open sea bubbling, you'll find yourself alone, diving into a fantastic voyage to the pan-dolphinic dawn.
A bunch of friends and underground musicians is behind this summertime showcase of psych beach-pop candies to soothes the winter's sorrows in a titbit, as well as a splash of an icy cocktail would refresh by the heat of the blazing sun. Real Estate, Ducktails, Julian Lynch, Sad City, Frat Dad, Pill Wonder, Family Portrait, just to quote my favorites in the record, are some of the last pioneer of this new tropical-pop scene that is getting hype stronger and stronger in the last years, probably thanks to Animal Collective, High Places and El Guincho resonance. But here the DIY identity and the low fi profile are solid enough to still keep them "underwater".
Videos took by Julian Lynch & Ducktails 7" Split EP
JACUZZI BOYS "No Seasons" (Florida's Dying Records, 2009)
I'd review this record in two words: No Seasons. Simple as that. Why? Listen to it!!! Are you a stressed "tie carrier " working in a glass cage, tired of the darkness of a rainy and cloudy metropolitan life, bored of the traffic jam swinging, wishing every morning to wake up on the women island? OK. Just let your imagination go and mould palms, sand and waves around you, jump in the "Jacuzzi" and press play...aloud please. No matter where you are, no matter what you are doing... get rid of your tie and "exhume" your bermudas... let's dance the summertime!!! I dig it.
Haunted George is the one-man band project of Steve George Pallow, previously member of the Beguiled. The murder by a drunk driver of the guitar player, Mike Ball, totally messed him up. He was like a brother to him and they were also sharing, along the Beguiled, an abstract noise project called "The Sound Lab" with the monikers of "Snuff Maximus" (Pallow) and "Radio Brain" (Ball), a 5 to 10 reel to reel tape recordings of various tape loops, beats and bass lines running, that is always been characterizing his works. A lot of this material actually took form in the Necessary Evils project with James Arthur from Fireworks, doing really good stuffs till they broke up after 4-5 years. That was the time he decided to go back to the origins, moving to Llano del Rio, buried in the Mojave Desert (CA), an helluva desolate area surrounded by nothing but Joshua trees, Jupiter trees, Cholla cactus and a dry horizon. That is the scenery where Pallow's interior peace took place. And so on, armed by a Silverstone guitar and a kick-drum set, he started his trip through western roots, writing punk-blues/death country howls about murder and ghost in the desert at night...and it's true. The first time I listened to Pile o' Meat (Hook or Crook, 2007) I've been swallowed in a Quentin Tarantino's movie, playing the character of a lost damned soul driving an American old school car in a Canyon, believing to be running away from a haunted pack of coyotes, as the unconscious delirium's symptoms of a flight/escape from ourselves. Rough and tough the way I like it.
