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Debut solo album by Ruth Mascelli of New Orleans no wave/glam/industrial group Special Interest. A Night At The Baths is a progression from their previous work under the Psychic Hotline moniker, as well as the electronic rhythms they supply as part of Special Interest, drawing on techno, acid house and ambient music. An album as journey in the best sense, starting with the late night pulse-racing dancefloor menace of “Sauna” and ending with the melancholy dawn chorus of “Missing Men”, with a strong narrative arc in between, told through a deft use of instrumental textures. Ruth Mascelli comments: “This album is an audio diary of adventures had at various bathhouses, dark rooms, and gay clubs while on tour with Special Interest and traveling on my own. It was a way of wrapping my head around my own experiences in those very specific surroundings but also an attempt to connect to the current of queer history flowing through those spaces. Cruising dystopia, libidinal contact, anonymity & risk - rites of passage with a potent lineage. I was in a particularly dark and cavernous sex club when I heard an unstable melody crackling from down the hall. Instead of a proper sound system this place had the kind of network of tinny intercom speakers you would find in a school. The sound of a degraded pop song several rooms away getting lost amidst the chorus of heavy breathing was the starting point for this project. I think of each individual track as it’s own room or physical space. Some may be lonely, some crowded, but I tried to leave them open enough to walk around and explore.”

Ruth Mascelli – A Night At The Baths

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Modern Nature's "Live At Cafe Oto" vinyl 140g Black Vinyl OBI Strip Limited to 200 Copies Led by Jack Cooper on vocals and guitar, the band appear as one natural organism, working in harmony to give each instrument its own space to breathe without ever dominating the whole. Although the playing between each member is intricate and dynamic, it never sounds cluttered. It is subtle and understated, yet incredibly powerful. ‘Dunes’ sets the scene for the night: “Some brave new morning – curtain rises again | An overture plays out”. The delicate percussive rhythms and subtle playing of the double bass provide a sense of forward motion throughout the performance, while Jeff Tobias’s sublime sax playing is able to unfurl, flourish and float across the room. Like the instrumentation, Cooper’s beautifully composed and softly sung lyrical snippets can sometimes be cryptic and abstract, and sometimes beautifully simple. The band encourage the audience to listen closely. On ‘Ariel’, Cooper almost whispers as he sets the scene over woozy, lazy guitar chords and an eerie saxophone melody. “In a flash the veil has gone | And there’s nowhere to hide”. There are brief bursts of energy amongst the intimacy in the form of the syncopated rhythms of ‘Brigade’ and an onrush of excitement from Tobias’s sax. The majestic crescendo of ‘Build’ ends the evening as Cooper asks, “Do you see it? Do you see it?” over an increasingly frenetic and untamed backing track. It’s here the band showcase their control of dynamics and shifting moods through their delicate and precise phrasing. They are masters of their craft and true experts in their field.

Modern Nature – Live At Cafe Oto

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Performed by The Gate 5 Ensemble: Harry Partch (director), Danlee Mitchell, Harry Partch, Michael Ranta, Emil Richards, Wallace Snow, Stephen Tosh. Limited edition LP release (180 gram vinyl) with previously unpublished bonus tracks + free download card. "'In late 1962 Harry Partch returned to California and began a project that would not only become the bones of a masterwork, Delusion of the Fury, but have a life of its own. In a too-small space within an abandoned Petaluma chick hatchery, Partch gathered the instruments he had designed and built -- new and old -- eager to once again expand the boundaries of his compositional fabric. He learned each individual part as he composed, establishing that it could be played. And On The Seventh Day Petals Fell In Petaluma(1963-64, rev. 1966) was born of his exploration and assembled with that 'minimum of players' over a three-year period. In spite of rough conditions and meager resources Partch's dogged persistence, along with the efforts of his dedicated assistants, eventually succeeded in realizing the 34 verses of expanded duets. With this album we revisit an important work and turning-point, guided by the original 'Statement' Partch wrote for the first commercial release of the piece. Previously only excerpted, it is a voicing of his beliefs that transcends one project to illuminate an entire purpose. We also reprise exquisite notes by the late Bob Gilmore, who distills and explains the story of Petals so clearly and eloquently. No one wants a dead reissue, so by digging into the archives, I am pleased to offer hidden gems. First, The Petals Sessions is an aural glance into the cramped quarters of the recording space, as composer and players labor to bring new notes to life, Harry himself giving direction. The montage ends with a 'test take' by Danlee Mitchell and Michael Ranta that could have easily been a keeper! Finally, we present the original Verse 17. In 1964 Partch wrote two duets that used the Adapted Viola; by the time the piece was finished in 1967, he had excised them. The ending track -- never before released -- brings Harry back to life, playing and recording Adapted Viola for one of the last times. I was completely unaware of this recording until I examined the outtakes and it glows, fifty years on. That Petalsever came to be, like much of Partch's story, stands somewhere between determination and miracle.' --Jon Szanto, The Harry Partch Foundation"

Harry Partch – And On The Seventh Day Petals Fell In Petaluma LP

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‘Plagne’s songs admit to another time, and extend to take in another, possible projection of what the world could be – carefully scripted everyday fantasias, with his backing group playing in thoughtful service to the song. Stripped back to essentials, this music plays tricks with the temporal compass. Funeral Mutes’ hermetic spirit might remind, in passing, of Mayo Thompson, Tyrannosaurus Rex, and/or Canterbury prog. Following singular logic, however, its gilded glide is all its own.’ - Jade Pillar, 2015Francis Plagne is pleased to announce his new LP, Funeral Mutes, the second release on his vanity label, Mould Museum. Although there have been some collaborations (with Food Court and Andrew Chalk) and a tape in the meantime, Plagne's songs were last heard in long-player form on Tenth Volume of Maps, released in 2011. Here, aided by long-term collaborators Alex Garsden, Yuko Kono, James Rushford and Joe Talia, he continues his exploration of idiosyncratic, extended song forms and fragmentary lyricism. Primarily recorded over a few days in late 2013 in conditions approaching ‘live-in-the-studio’ (with overdubs added in 2014), Funeral Mutes presents six songs that detour through silence, blown bottles, Stormcock-influenced prog folk, a hint of chicken scratch and a drum solo. Alex Garsden: bottle, guitar, organ, voice Yuko Kono: bass, voice Francis Plagne: bottle, guitar, organ, piano, voice James Rushford: bottle, organ, piano, voice Joe Talia: bottle, drums, percussion, voice Recorded, mixed and mastered by Joe Talia, 2013-2015. Design by Annie Portelli. Drawings by Hanna Chetwin.

Francis Plagne – Funeral Mutes

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Lost Derek Bailey sessions recorded with his friend and collaborator Charlie Morrow. In 1982, Bailey and Morrow organized a series of live concerts and studio sessions around New York. This new LP is a boiled-down rendering of the master tapes that lived dormant in Charlie’s archive, until now. LP Edition of 400pc, 180gram black vinyl 8-page booklet with program notes and artwork Throughout the album, Bailey and Morrow are joined by a rotating cast of New Wilderness players including frame drum percussionist Glen Velez, sound poet Steve McCaffery, publisher and artist Carol E. Tuynman, composer Patricia Burgess, and multimedia artist Michael Snow. The results are surprising and marvelous. The energy of the live concert, which makes up the first half of the record is particularly exciting, with Morrow and McCaffery’s visceral sound poetry and Glen’s frame drum echoing off of Derek’s fret stabs, and Carol, Patricia, and Michael’s horns swirling through the air between. A very raw and intense recording. The second side of New York 1982, is a session recorded at The Record Plant, and is clearly more ‘produced’ with panning and tape echo processing, plus experiments with water whistles and other devices. Derek Bailey stands out for personal achievements as a guitarist and for his way of bringing together performance meetings ranging from duos to large ensembles. Working across style and genre, his music and musical unions have inspired the breakdown of boundaries, embracing all flavors of musicians as improvisers. Players focusing on the moment, "without memory."

Derek Bailey, Charlie Morrow, & Friends – New York 1982

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Puck is here. Music for Public Ensemble, my previous album, was released three years ago. And three years before that was Private Ensemble. Puck is both public and private in nature. A smear of chamber works from Stockholm, Moscow, New York, and Kansas. Three aged personal recordings from 2008, 2009, and 2010 are also poured in the batter: a bedroom violin trio, ambient music, and a sad plucked guitar piece. A marbled blend of new chamber works and older, boisterous recordings from the late-2000s. The first side is subtitled “Folded Portraits” – a three part suite: Nightfall, Broth, and Damals: German for “back then…” (or Remember When: the lowest form of conversation). The spine of it is an informal rehearsal session of Portraits of Friars (2018). Recorded at the fabled Fylkingen in Stockholm, the 10-person text and chamber piece grows and shrinks. False starts and stops and tests are outlined with the black ink of editing. Little moments become big moments. Nailed above that spine is Folded Rose (2018), a piece for piano and humming. A dainty march out of context, immersed in recordings of me gagging and yowling in my car. Sound artist Lia Mazzari shared the titular spoken piece with me. “Puck,” a duet for dialogue about eggs and jewelry, premiered at Café OTO in 2018. I recorded my text in a dark bathtub in Toronto on my 30th birthday last year. The text is a mold growing on top of a quintet I wrote called Vilon (2017), sweetly performed by the Russian Kymatic Ensemble. Jackson Graham, skilled American percussionist, is a rod bolted through the album. He commissioned a work by me called Violet Fat (2017), which is spliced across both sides, hammered and bent to fit in place. A fusion of jubilation and gut clenching, Puck balances on the rooftop, tipping side to side in the fog.

Sean McCann – Puck

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