Spring Communication

Freshly made for you! and cynically nicking its name from the Children of Alice’s new record and only slipping in a short exerpt of the track  – this is a mix that takes in a lot of the stuff from the recent EU postcards posts and shakes them like multi coloured sprinkles over the whipped vanilla cone of european unity. or something. Make mine a 99.

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Jonáš Gruska  –  V dolinách/Píly
Children Of Alice  –  The Harbinger of Spring (excerpt)
Einstürzende Neubauten  –  Hymnen
Sias  –  Spring Communication
Unholy Satan  –  Let Satan Speak Through Your Anus
TapeWorm  –  Nahnitý mozog
Maoupa Mazzocchetti  –  Portion
Microlith  –  Acid in a Church
Pierre Bastien  –  Gnostic Illicit Song
Lumisokea  –  Jenseits (Dub)
Driftmachine  –  Gaukelwerk
Oranssi Pazuzu  –  Luhistuva aikahakki
Black Candle  –  Gray ritual
Mirt  –  Michael’s Theme
Leyden Jars  –  Industrial Estate Revolution
Banabila, Machinefabriek  –  Awake
Machinefabriek  –  Vowls
Jenny Hval  –  Untamed Region
S Olbricht  –  Rien
Gondwana  –  A Gospel Of Dirt
Jonáš Gruska  –  Teba hľadá duša má, pokoja nikde nemá /Pasa II.

 

Teba hľadá duša má, pokoja nikde nemá

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How about some Slovakian field recordings? Some of them even made in actual Slovakian fields. ‘Chočské vrchy a doliny’ (Choč mountains and valleys) is a ‘Collection of field recordings from north-central Slovakia, capturing soundscapes of local villages Kvačany and Veľké Borové, surrounding meadows and insect population.‘ It’s not all bucolic calm, breathtaking vistas and rustling leaves. The track giving its title to this post is a folk song or hymn – roughly ‘you looking for a soul, there is no peace anywhere’. It’s beautiful, if perhaps lacking in cheer. So it is across this collection, Gruska points his microphones at the people in the villages too and captures a working, populated countryside. The second track is pretty much a minute of chainsaw noises, there are also idling engines and so on alongside the calm and beauty of  ‘Cowbells, prayers, crickets, wind.

Bratislava is also home to Z Tapes, a busy little label putting out weird, lo-fi, bedroom indie pop from the sad misunderstood loners of the world. Somehow I’ve ended up on their email list along the way. This puzzles me because although I find it all quite charming – it has some nice cover art and interesting titles – the music is pretty relentlessly wet and half arsed. I’m not sure any of their impressively international roster is actually Slovak either. Still, bless. You can buy everything they’ve ever put out for a euro if you want it.

Then there’s this. Childish tape collage noise nonsense. A two minute track, which is quite fun and a half hour long one I suspect nobody, not even the guy who made it, has listened to in full. It might become meditative if you stick with it. I wouldn’t know. Although they both appear to have been made using tape recorders and very little else it’s kind of the polar opposite of the Jonáš Gruska stuff at the top.

 

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