Artists: Jatinder Singh Durhailay & David Edren
Title: Tea Notes
Format: 12 inch vinyl (incl. download) + digital
Release date: September 12th 2019
Cat no: EKS019
Edition: 500

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All music by Jatinder Singh Durhailay & David Edren. Recorded january to march 2018 in Antwerpen and London. Mixed and edited by David Edren at ll150. Mastered & cut by Anne Taegert at Dubplates & Mastering Berlin.  Artwork by Victor Robyn.



Tracklist:


A1: Oolong
A2: Tulsi
A3: Ceylon
A4: Kava
B1: Shincha
B2: Pu-Ehr

Jatinder Singh Durhailay and David Edren released Tea Notes as a cassette back in April of 2018. London-based Jatinder Singh Durhailay is a painter and student of Indian Classical music. He has trained in both the sitar and the Hindi singing technique, Dhrupad. He also plays two traditional Sikh instruments; the bowed, stringed Dilruba and Taus. Poetic Pastel Press issued his solo debut, The Last Ballad Of Mardana, in 2017. David Edren`s expertise lies with machines and modular synthesis. His Kosmische and New Age-Inspired electronics have featured on numerous cassettes, and compilations, produced for imprints from the current Belgian underground, such as Jj Funhouse, Social Harmony, and Ultra Eczema. These recordings appearing, since the turn of the millennium, either under his own name, or the moniker DSR Lines.

Jatinder and David’s collaboration, Tea Notes, is a celebration, a meditation, on both the beverage, and the communal time shared imbibing. The coming together to partake in its ritual. Each of the six tracks represents a different infusion.


The opening piece is a tribute to semi-oxidised Oolong, from China`s Wuyi Mountains, with hammered dulcimer-like glissando. Gongs shimmering, gently crashing, as if signaling a change in the weather.

A calm of thin, stretched synths and Ai angels introduces Tulsi from India. The Holy Basil of Hinduism, used in the worship of Vishnu, Krishna, and Rama. A traditional herb of Ayurveda and Siddha medicine. Automated arpeggiated sequences raising a vibrating wall of hallucinatory sound. Pairing swooning strings with a racing robot heart.

Ceylon is a modern twist on the classical raga. Serving to tell the story of a tea smuggled into Sri Lanka in the 19th century. Plants stolen from South West China, where the brew had been enjoyed since the days of the Shang Dynasty (1766 to 1122 BC). The contraband founding fresh industry in its new home when the indigenous coffee crops failed.

Muted organ and sleepy, treated sine wave microtones describe Kava, the Polynesian fireweed root, whose extract serves as both sedative and euphoriant.

Shincha are the first young leaves of the season. Picked in Southern Japan and steamed to prevent oxidization, retain their flavour and green / gold colour. Their musical counterpart finds Edren establishing an ecclesiastical drone, while Durhailay`s strings chart an ancient romantic ache. Sonic stars shine. Singing out to the infinite, the universe, before dissolving into knots of Radiophonic Workshop noise.

Melodies treated with subtle sustain and delay denote Pu-Ehr, from the Yunnan province. The only truly fermented black tea - made distinctive by the action of bacteria, moulds, and yeasts. Its musical themes hovering in the vapour trails, the atmospheres, they themselves create. Spiraling, soaring, reaching for the heavens, while pretty music box glitches - tiny chimes turned in on themselves. Catching, reflecting, like light at play on fresh running water. (words: Robert Harris)


Artist: Georgia
Title: Immute
Format: 12 inch vinyl (incl. download)
Release date: June 7th 2019
Cat no: EKS018
Edition: 500

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Introducing IMMUTE by Georgia. The New York duo of Brian Close and Justin Tripp have been releasing music from their Chinatown studio, since 2012. Under the alias Georgia they make a sound which combines tech and tradition. Their compositions created by two hits of improvisation. Where live jams are further edited and processed. Gracing labels such as Belgium’s Meakusma, and London`s FTD. Producing super limited cassettes for France`s Good Morning Tapes, and Kashual Plastik in Germany. These global collaborations reflecting Georgia’s particular reworking of the “World Music” genre. Their approach resulting in the acclaimed All Kind Music, on NYC`s Palto Flats, and participation in Emotional Response`s respected Schleißen Series. Now comes Immute, for Ekster.



Tracklist:

A1. Amphistoc
A2. Teccmonc
A3. Bendires Trasher
B1. Endocrync (Museo De La Revolucion)
B2. High Light
B3. Aoesdawas



Amphistoc is an idiophone deconstruction. Where steel tongues are struck, and microtones ring. Keys whistling like woodwinds in a hyperreal virtual landscape. One of machine-made “organics”. Like a 3D-printed rainforest. On Tecmonc a gamelan orchestra resonates. Rippling like wind chimes. While binary buzzes, disrupt its data stream, and busy molecules fall in bit-mapped showers. Bendires Thrasher focuses on the voice. Creates a choir of manipulated gender. Their sighs rising on currents of vapor-like drift. Endocrync shimmies, rumbas, shakes its arse. A percussive sound design Samba. Cutting up field-recorded chatter. Its hardware honking like Free-Jazz skronk. High Light Filter blows on a Blues harp, and overheard conversations are rearranged into a Psychedelic symphony. Blasted by a bottom-end heavy post-drum-and-bass battery. A Mutant Motorik of pin-point precision percussion. The closing Aoesdawas marks a return to the serene. A gentle peal of bells, as if buoyed by the tides. Its heart still beating irregular after the rush.

These creative combinations akin to automatic writing, and painting. Unlocking a Surreality that lies within the real, but which cannot normally be perceived. Constructing curious Cubist / Futurist shapes. The sonic equivalent of Dali`s attempts to visualize Quantum Mechanics. Chemical reactions. Like opening the drawers of the Giraffe Venus. Ransacking The Anthropomorphic Cabinet. (words: Robert Harris)

All music produced & mixed by Brian Close & Justin Tripp. Additional saxophone & percussion on Endocrync by Gabe Druzzi. Mastered & Cut by Helmut Erler at Dubplates & Mastering. Pressed on 180g vinyl with Artwork by Georgia & Victor Robyn.


Artist: SFV Acid
Title: Fire Zone
Format: 12 inch vinyl (incl. poster & download)
Release date: May 7th 2019
Cat no: EKS017
Edition: 500

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Introducing FIRE ZONE by Zane Reynolds. Twelve tracks pressed on 180g vinyl coming out May 7th 2019, including 57x57cm poster. All music & artwork by the artist. Mastered & cut by Helmut Erler at Dubplates & Mastering.

The music of Zane Reynolds AKA SFV Acid celebrates lysergic life in small town America. His are urban hallucinations. Conceived in “business parks, strip malls”, in “blue collar luxury”. On a diet of “diner burgers”. From the self-released, hand-painted cassettes of his high school years, he has moved to work commissioned by locals 100% Silk, Japan`s Big Love, and Dutch imprint, BAKK. 


Tracklist:

1. Minettes AC UNIT
2. Sipit
3. Enter My Block
4. 711 Beat
5. Transact
6. Startkick
7. Sepulveda Concrete
8. Westfield Topanga
9. Oops
10. Fixin
11. Ocho
12. Bridge Over Lazyboy

This album continues to reference Zane’s Los Angeles home, and in this case the devastation that rages there every Summer. The concept however, reaching away from the horror and flames, to offer an escape. There are moments, interludes, that hint at, and hide, something darker. Where drone twists from tape hiss. Bends. Out of shape. Where chords distort. Their degraded edges disintegrating. Charred perhaps? But Ai welcomes you to “San Fernando Valley”, and a low-riding 808 booms. Less L.A. More Overtown, or Liberty City. Its racing booty bass calmed by wind chimes. The rapid Electro-Funk clip countered by modal synths. Its sunny disposition reflecting the SFV climate.

Playful rhymes, fragmented dialogue, and answer phone messages, rub up against Rave sirens. Roland`s silver box squeezes out a Sci-Fi Jazz. Through ping-ponging percussion. Through a drum and bass battery. Punched by keys that wanna be horns. Rewinds that create a bin-blowing vacuum. Shore-line samples washing the more head-nodding tempos. Euphoria rising while a perfect beat pops and locks. (words: Robert Harris)


Artist: Milan W.
Title: Envelope
Format: 12 inch vinyl (incl. download)
Release date: 6th of June 2018
Cat no: EKS016
Edition: 500

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Presenting “Envelope”. Album written, produced & mixed by Milan W. and pressed on 180g vinyl, to be released on the 6th of June 2018. With foil-stamped cover-drawing by Gerard Herman. Mastered & cut by Helmut Erler at Dubplates & Mastering. 


Tracklist:


A1: Slope
A2: Astma
A3: Orchestral
A4: In Limbo

B1: Heraldic Snippets
B2: Slow Runner
B3: Glaasjes
B4: Malady


The harlequin turns the handle. The contraption sucks in air, and breathes. Blows out tone poems. Wordless ballads that soundtrack enchanted scenarios. Issues forth magic. A sorcerer`s apprentice casting its spell. Animating the inanimate. To everything a life. Sets the frozen fluttering. Pirouetting in red shoes. Illuminates what was dark. Astma sings a Gamelan lullaby. Summons comforting angels to a post-Industrial landscape. Glaasjes has Jazz ghosts inhabit an empty bar room. Spirits stealing excuse-me`s under its deserted spot. In Limbo amplifies their whispers. Lead soldiers court jewellery-box ballerinas behind shuttered shop fronts. On Heraldic Snippets, a tin infantry marches. Ten thousand men up to the top, and back down again. Keys make-believing that they are massed brass and fife.

The bellows pump, and the pipes all the while wheezing. An automaton philharmonic at the bidding of a steam-punk master. Analogue and digital. Clockwork and glitch. Malady finds sounds isolated, extrapolated, mutated. Orchestral`s organ-grinder moves with urgency, and alchemy. Spinning straw into gold. Snare rolls become bubbling mercury. Metallic, yet fluid. Racing at the speed of flight and escape. Slope is the music of water chasing through crystal caves. Slow Runner, a funeral crawl. Shoved into motion by a drama of strings remembered.

Like the charismatic Rat-Catcher of Hamelin, the harlequin turns the handle, and we bang the cup.  (Text by Robert Harris — banbantonton.com)




Artists: various (see tracklist)
Title: EXO3
Format: 2 x 12 inch vinyl (incl. download)
Release date: 28th of November 2017
Cat no: EKS015
Edition: 500

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All tracks written and produced by the artists stated underneath. Double 12" vinyl (180g) released in an edition of 500 with printed inner sleeves & download cards. Mastered by Frederic Alstadt at Ångstrom mastering. Sleeve by Victor Robyn.

Suzanne Kraft's track premiered on XLR8R.
Read a review on Resident Advisor.




Tracklist:

A1. Hiele — Birdwatching
A2. Polysick — Misolidio
A3. Rembrandt Redandt — Blankenberge
A4. Soft Focus — Momentum

B1. Aloïs R. — Twee Beren
B2. Milan W. — Glaasjes
B3. Fregnacciarius — Ferragosto
B4. Elko B. — Verletztes Reh
B5. Hantrax — Walking With Raven

C1. Jonny Nash — Head Is Clearer
C2. Gigi Masin — Starshine

D1. Suzanne Kraft — Still Sick
D2. Hiele — Buchla For Sunday
D3. Componium Ensemble — Kats
D4. Roger 3000 — Nuptiale


Presenting the 3rd edition of our EXO series. The Exoskeleton.

The world outside resonants metallic. Its activity humming calm harmonics. I am in stasis. Liquified. Receiving alien signals. Unseen universes translated into sound. Notes bend like light reflected in a curved, hard surface. Sine waves as my sinews stretch. Muscles form and tie. Limbs from this soup. Pain is not the word for it. This flux. I am detached from my body. I listen to it bubble and evolve. Guessing at my shape. Serene. Yet I grow impatient. Anxious to be free as the world vibrates. I have my life to be getting on with after all. How long have I been in here? What will I find when I emerge? Celebrations? Or stamped on like a roach? Will I be wonderful with colour and wingspan? Dancing for a mate. I wonder as I wait and change. Change and wait. Would I be content on a diet of dirt? It goes like this. My thoughts in circles. Dream chasing worry. Worry chasing dream. Waiting to be reborn. Maybe I`ll soar. Riding warm swells on Summer days. Or will I dwell in the dark? No use for eyes. Only smell. Tasting the air for a sense of direction. Will I find myself one of a hive? Or will I remain alone? Expanding to crack this shell. Forcing myself out into the sun. Everything rings different in the light. I am slow in the warmth. A breeze drying my soft skin. Transforming it. Tempering it to steel. Polishing it until it shines. You can see your face in it. But I can`t see mine. Still left to suppose the presence I present. Old friends won`t recognise me. And I won`t recognise them. Remixed, remodelled, restructured. Bold explorers discovering purpose anew. Before all I did was eat. First steps I stumble. Unsure of how many legs I`ve got. The Sun seems to sing her reassurance. Her welcome. My joints clank and rattle. Like those of a machine. I move stiff and robotic, but swiftly now. Here comes the rain. Heaven cracks back to throw its shower against my armour and I feel invincible, immortal. Impenetrable in the private fortress of this exoskeleton. Shrugging off a god`s tears. Blood races. Oxygen pumps. What passes for a heart, this heart, is strong. With no measure of time, I busy myself with the business of being alive. (Text by Robert Harris — banbantonton.com)