DJ Old Rat – Secret Lovers

Steve Barker is DJ Old Rat.

Titan of the right kind of radio since 1978.

Not to be missed.

Thank you, Steve!

Thomas Brinkmann – Deep Trouble

Anne Gillis – Vhoysee

Thanks, Jack!

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Soundstream – Disco Fantasy

16 Nov 11:00 GMT thetrilogytapes.com

Miss Mårble – Frog Rock

16 Nov 11:00 GMT thetrilogytapes.com

“Two transporting sound collages by TTT kingpin Will Bankhead.
The prevailing mood is chilled, dreamlike, gently intoxicated, nostalgic. Wonderment is underpinned with a vague unease. Some passages are funny.
The cassette kicks off with an invocational, shallowly buried, increasingly aghast variation of Scarborough Fair, inna Early Music style & fashion… and ends up noisily and jubilantly off the rails.
En route you get spooked pizzicato, Mashu Hayasaka, acoustic guitar, field recordings, synth pop, choral singing gone wrong, a frantic kind of electronic mbira, indigestion, modern classical, sitar funk with spawn-of-Drumbo percussion…
There is a soulful violin melody from Norway about a bloke looking for horses, high up in the mountains, which seems like a fitting summation.

‘It’s a mixtape I did,’ says Will. ‘Current faves type thing with edits and looped stuff.’

Lovely; warmly recommended.”

Thanks, Honest Jon’s

Last few copies

16 Nov 11:00 GMT thetrilogytapes.com

Michael Ranta – Transits: Volume 1

16 Nov 11:00 GMT thetrilogytapes.com

16 Nov 11:00 GMT thetrilogytapes.com

“Urine extractor, improv daredevil, and all caps antagonist, Louis Johnstone aka Wanda Group aka A LARGE SHEET OF MUSCLE, invites a rattle around his notorious swede with a set of 26 gonzoid blasts for TTT – RIYL Graham Lambkin, Richie Culver, V/Vm/The Caretaker/Leyland Kirby, Rat Heart.

More often found nowadays on his private label Umbro G, the Huddersfield-based DIY torch carrier/flame thrower speaks his truth across a slew of murky morsels that may be read like leaves in the bottom of teacup or taken as narration to a K-trip or whatever takes your fancy, really. As ever the track titles are as poetically oblique as the sounds they signify, juxtaposing his estuarial Essex accent against efflorescent electronics and withered strings in ’STD UNIVERSE’ and slanging soggy sort of electrodub hiss in ‘OPERA COKE’ or going on like Leyland Kirby’s bastard steplad with the eerie sampledelic slur of ‘AVIATION IS ETERNAL’.

His stuff just falls right off the frayed cuff with an ever admirable directness, variously yowling into a community centre tea dance on ‘ENTERTAINING THE CLOCK THE MIRROR’ like a gadge who stumbled in from the pub next door, or equally able to dial it right down to something like a lullaby for a snoozing bairn in ‘SALVADORIAN SNIPER’. Trust at every turn he draws on and distills lived experience in a way that escapes many more try-hard types, emulsifying sweat and the detritus of the quotidian into a form of culture marbled with the bacterium and clag accreted by a working person.

OK maybe we’re at the risk of fetishising that back-from’t-mines bit, but when taken in context of his practice – turn on mic, lay pipe, chop it off, put it out – when compared to so many others with all the gear and no idea, it’s pretty untouchable on lots of levels. Proper music for gits and those who get scraps on their chips every time.”

Thanks Boomkat!

“A third volume of dimension-strafing collage works by TTT caretaker Will Bankhead in his What We guise, following an utterly entrancing 2nd tape that coloured our summer something lovely.

Offered up with the usual scant info other than “A Guild 88 mixtape”, we’re just gonna assume it’s Bankhead behind the What We handle, which was first used on TTT in 2009, circa its classic Back Lodge (RIP) and Howard Williams’ Japan Blues picks.

Three runs around ears and the peripheries of the imagination with sparkling contemporary classical, folk violins, field recordings, harp twangs, rubbery avant synth-pop and babbling sound art to nose-drip deliquescence on the A-side. The B-side proceeds to embark into a kind of chamber fantasia, elegantly segueing woodwind, harpsichord and oneiric strings in a reliably blissed waft that leads to somewhere much stranger in its final section of bittersweet choral discord and then eastward on a modal tip.

Bravo, once again.”

Thanks Boomkat!

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