“alien lanes” is the eighth full-length album by american lo-fi band guided by voices, released in april 1995. the album was guided by voices’s first release on matador records.

kuf create emotion-laden dialogues across layers of time and dimensions of sound. voices recorded in private are chopped up and brought out center-stage to sing with beats hammered out right here and now. glowing synths push forward. basslines rise to grab the melodic role of a track while a vowel is truncated and locked into a grid, driving the rhythm. voices move within the frame of a sample, performed by hands pushing keys, guided by the ear, immersed in a trio sessions deep flow… a vortex of quirky hands, responsive ears and glowing circuits. since thomas a. edison first recorded the human voice in 1877, the recording arts have changed music forever. musicians have explored the endless possibilities of bouncing their input onto layers of tape, off the walls of an echo chamber or the circuitry of electronic helpers - technology that modulates, spatializes, shifts, divides or multiplies the work of human hands and mouths. an era of sampling offered a cubistic analysis of the recorded past and djs took dancers onto intricately fractured time travels. this is the historic foundation that kuf keep probing.

kuf create emotion-laden dialogues across layers of time and dimensions of sound. voices recorded in private are chopped up and brought out center-stage to sing with beats hammered out right here and now. glowing synths push forward. basslines rise to grab the melodic role of a track while a vowel is truncated and locked into a grid, driving the rhythm. voices move within the frame of a sample, performed by hands pushing keys, guided by the ear, immersed in a trio sessions deep flowÉ a vortex of quirky hands, responsive ears and glowing circuits. since thomas a. edison first recorded the human voice in 1877, the recording arts have changed music forever. musicians have explored the endless possibilities of bouncing their input onto layers of tape, off the walls of an echo chamber or the circuitry of electronic helpers - technology that modulates, spatializes, shifts, divides or multiplies the work of human hands and mouths. an era of sampling offered a cubistic analysis of the recorded past and djs took dancers onto intricately fractured time travels. this is the historic foundation that kuf keep probing. just like the sampler and the dj before them, they found new ways to re-allocate where machine and man stand when making music together. most importantly, they turn the resulting friction into sparkling bursts of energy. Ôuniverse digs deeper into the android vocal chords. the album offers sweeping melodies, different beats and persistent bass. immerse in the intimacy of the voices, probably recorded in trains, backstage areas and at late night private parties during berlin lichtenberg warehouse rehearsals. by striking the keys, kuf squeeze out and serve up all the soul accumulated in those savory phonetic shreds.

two and a half minutes of drums rolling under a whirlwind of cranky guitars and vocals arguing from the bottom of a 1990’s boom box, that’s 51 black super. 11 tracks and 30 minutes to cross the usa, from california with pavement and weezer to ohio with guided by voices and the raspberries. 51 black super isnt a band to get lost on its way, or in futilities. written, composed, recorded in an emergency, with short and intense sessions, the debut album by 51 black super is made in the image of its creators: spontaneous and eager to get things out there. sounds like the strokes with less cocaine and more facial hair, said a californian rock critic after listening the two first few tracks.

south american producer and jesus was black newcomer artist liro throws down a great ep just in time for summer. tech groove, deep and the most important its dark with solid atmosphere guided by simple and effective voices and percussions, dope!
support by maceo plex, sebastien bouchet, john tejada, maris, nima gorji, elio riso, cumhur jay, huhuhu!, de-bug magazine, ibiza sonica.

3fm003 is composed by 3 diverse soulful tracks all recorded live which are set to be played everywhere this winter. the ep opens with healer , an emotional slow jam driven by warm pads and original voices that probably will bring your memory to theo parrish s flower . following is the club oriented story , a straight house track guided by a 4/4 drum machine pattern and permeated with a loved up vibe. the ep ends with the deeper time can tell : broken rides, key solos, groovy bass-line.. jazz!

two and a half minutes of drums rolling under a whirlwind of cranky guitars and vocals arguing from the bottom of a 1990s boom box, thats 51 black super. 11 tracks and 30 minutes to cross the usa, from california with pavement and weezer to ohio with guided by voices and the raspberriesÉ 51 black super isnÕt a band to get lost on its way, or in futilities. written, composed, recorded in an emergency, with short and intense sessions, the debut album by 51 black super is made in the image of its creators: spontaneous and eager to get things out there. sounds like the strokes with less cocaine and more facial hair, said a californian rock critic after listening the two first few tracks

colorhadoo makes his amphia debut with two enticing tracks while cristi cons delivers the house s remix. on the a side we are presented with * j strawbberry*, an atmospheric track which slowly slips away into a mind-bending realm, where broken voices come and go under different shapes and the listener is engaged by occasional eclectic explosions. a beautiful work and trouble waiting to happen when properly used. side b has cristi cons taking the interpretation duties of the main track. the remix keeps the general mood of the original with a twist, everything is wrapped around a tight groove with shattering low end work, ideal for those early mornings. we continue with * zanzibar*. this second track on side b takes the artistic vision into reverse. no more voices to be heard, huge spaces are reduced to just a solid groove. the track is guided by hypnotic pads and sounds while the emblematic percussion section is conducted by none other than colorhadoo himself. dont listen to this in the dark!

milk maid is martin cohen from nine black alps. they were discovered by jack cooper of mazes, who released a single on suffering jukebox before they were signed by fatcat records. the whole album was recorded on martins 8-track in his flat in manchester. reference points include mazes, woods and the woodsist label, the shins, guided by voices, oasis, jesus and mary chain.

brimming with fall-esque attitude, guided by voices pop-sensibilities, and drive like jehu / fugazi / hŸsker dŸ style riffing, warm widow channel , the spirit of their influences into one totally kick-ass, brutally lo-fi rock sound - meticulously mastered by bob weston (shellac, mission of burma) at chicago mastering service - warm widow is the project of ex-tsuji giri frontman martin greenwood, and features zak hane of stranger son of wb on bass and lianne steinberg of breaking colts on drums ... info: manchester s warm widow never really intended to make this album Ð well, not in the way that widower presents itself anyway. this was supposed to be the scratchy blueprint for the actual warm widow album, recorded, you know, like proper albums are recorded: in a recording studio perhaps, with an array of appropriate microphones, with an actual producer (or certainly an engineer), and time to allow the band the breathing space to nail it , with additional options to try multiple takes and overdubs - in general, recording with a certain amount of control and ease.

turning and turning in the widening gyre
the falcon cannot hear the falconer,
things fall apart, the centre cannot hold,
mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
the blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
the ceremony of innocence is drowned,
the best lack all conviction, while the worst
are full of passionate intensity.

surely some revelation is at hand,
surely the second coming is at hand.

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