Sunday
Apr262015

Vapor Vertebrae 05-2015 Part A

 

 


OSCOB
New Economics

<Single>

 

 

 

As I’ve written several times before: once Generation Y – or in our case: Generation V – ages beyond recognition and hangs up with other supercentenarian baes, the beloved aural progenitors from yesteryear will sound rather differently once pulmonary purgatory percolates permanently. With New Economics, vaporwaver OSCOB willfully succumbs to one of the genre’s cornerstones that is less frequently pinpointed, but has been there all along: whitewashed haze. In tandem with the omnipresent technique of slowing down or elasticizing the source material, the feeling of viewing something from a distance increases. OSCOB’s little gem launches with a gorgeous galactosamine-fueled Rhodes ambience whose scintillating polymers are as fuzzy as they are coruscating. After this anacrusis, epigenetic saxes and mucoid hi-hats merge into a calcareous muzak surfactant. Similar to Telefunken by VHS Logos, the sounds seem to come out of a transistor speaker. Alternatively, they are echoes from a faraway festival. Or they are nearby, oozing straight out of the secretary’s tape recorder. Naysayers bemoan the loss of high fidelity and proclaim today’s youth exchanges pristine quality for the gravitational redshift. They may be right for a change, but OSCOB’s occasionally plasticized vertebrae sound vanillarific regardless.

Twitter: @VirtualPlazaMax

 

 

 

 


コンシャスThoughts
夏物語

<Single>

 

 

 

 

 

In a recent tweet, Chrissy Cray aka コンシャスTHOUGHTS revealed the horticultural feat of having planted 216 cotyledons in less than 9 months! Even the most diehard fan cannot digest each and every emerald, but I think this is not the artist’s ultimate endeavor anyway: he offers the listener, bystander or fleeting visitor a good time with his singles, and more often than not, fluvio-phantasmagoric corkers materialize such as the ultramafic Midnight… or the panchromatic 夏物語 (translating into summer story). Both tracks share the same sentiment in that the nothingness is perceptible and looming. However, the recondite void is caulked with the aid of cowbell afterglows, refreshingly periglacial piano positrons, ligneous claves and slapped guitar sinews. The track is not perfectly catchy per se, but the compatibility of and interactivity between the different textures make it work much better than an ultraharmonious hook or segue ever could. Both the midtempo and the oscillating tropopause between purified chords and mellowed palinopsia make 夏物語 an uplifting tune. And yet it is not too ecstatic: コンシャスTHOUGHTS provides those kinds of isolated contemplation and moments of clandestinity that ameliorate the duology of this very fine piece. 

Twitter: @ChrissyCray1

 

 

 

 


U2KUSHI
Seaside Spaceship

<Single>

 

 

 

South Dakota’s Lucas Wilson gyres between two monikers: Mason Callaway is reserved for tight toasts and longitudinal rap skills, whereas U2KUSHI targets the audience of Bubblegum Pop, an artificial niche that is – thankfully enough – as synthetic as the industry-processed unvulcanized pink material. With Seaside Spaceship, U2KUSHI provides his vision of this zoetropic subgenre and is therefore a holistic ingredient of the perfumed cauldron. From its field recording of ocean waves onwards, hyperpolished synth blasts pulsate around 8-bit fermions, methylbutan-coated handclaps jitter near the beach and cautiously acidic but nonetheless scything nematodes sidle in the sand. The song rises and falls through its powerchords, and once they are shortly amiss in the latter half, a kind of withdrawal symptom occurs; the salubrious thermal heat is lost. However, it soon enough comes back in a weirdly twisted and droned shape! Pitch-shifted bumps and caudal chloroderivatives transmute this orthonormal locale into a sunburst-augmented thiazide, adding a great albeit not necessarily new twist to the sparkler. Benignant and mercurial: Seaside Spaceship rotoscopes and photoevaporates. 

Twitter: @u2kushi

 

 

 

 


Cruxal
Forward

<Single>

 

 

 

Seattleite Cruxal presents Forward, a wondrously Space Ambient-focused Vaporwave gemstone inspired by some recent art house flick called Interstellar. The inspiration thankfully doesn’t translate into sampling the soundtrack by either ridiculing or improving it, whatever this modus operandi means for the respective listener. No, the song’s perihelia surprises with an honest, genuine approach of mediating between cryovolcanic superconductivity and Hip-Hop rhythms. The softly simmering legato synth provides the solar-infused firmament and is itself a great example of a subzero/tropical diffeomorphism; it is potentially hostile towards life, yet luring for that very reason. This makes for a great connection to the movie, but let’s not get overly academic here and rather absorb another macronutrient: the precisely constructed wonkiness of the alkaliphilic synth pads that float and bubble around the barycenter. The surface of their textures is magnificent, shuttling between silvery metallicity and chromogenic avulsion. The beats aren’t tight, they don’t jump at you, and this is a boon, making the track much silkier and enigmatic while at the same time preventing Cruxal’s amniotic halide from becoming an aggressive Trap track. A genuinely glaucous corker.

Twitter: @cruxal

 

 

 

 


J Λ V Λ . E X E
Stand By

<Fragments EP>

 

 

 

 

 

With an artist name such as JΛVΛ.EXE, you have to be aware of the limits, focus and parochial trends this moniker in general and Java itself in particular brings with it, but the Japanese producer is able to handle the situation very well by coming up with a concept EP that is truly tied to the task at hand. The six-track Fragments EP shows in a very evocative and poignant way what the 90’s were all about: defragmenting the goddamn spinning 5400rpm hard drive until your beloved machine is running smooth and peachy again. I’ve chosen the track Stand By due to its multiplied stacks of synth tendons whose auspicious halo insinuates technocratic visions. The many pitch and time shifts are as efficient as the laissez-faire guitar granuloma in the distance, but what really elevates this three-minute track is the amicable aura, the positive incandescence of the lead melody, its granular clarity. It may transfigure and glorify dem golden halcyon days overly much, but this is what Vaporwave is mostly about. I’ve found out that the positivism of Stand By prospers when the volume is increased, further amplifying this annealed-calcined dob into an orthorhombic chromophore with good vibes all around. I wonder if a Registry EP is on the horizon – this one would be for the hardened HKEY_LOCAL_MACHINE connoisseur. 

Twitter: @javaexe

 

 

 

 


Based Frequency
Butterflies

<Single>

 

 

 

Based Frequency aka Louis-André from Quebec, Canada recently uploaded Butterflies, a dedicated love song. This description is pretty lame, since every love song is by definition a dedication to someone or something, but the result is not what you expect it to be. While both the title and the description work in tandem by delineating that stomach-related mesozoic feeling that once made the world go round, the soundscape itself is what ultimately counts. And here the artist succeeds. The track’s chemotaxis is well-balanced, only cautiously and fragilely hinting at the theme of love, and if it weren’t for the liner notes, you wouldn’t even notice. Vaporwave has come a long way indeed! Basically, the arrangement comprises of two constituents: firstly a looped electric piano epicenter whose vibraphone-esque punctilio emits a cryo-oriented chirality that doesn’t remind of a love song at all due to its tempered semi-elation, and secondly an orderly breakbeat with sweeping snares and bubblicious glucans. The beats wane in the latter half in order to let the listener absorb and distill the melody in all its glory. No schmaltz, no chintzy affection, just a vernal immersion circulator, and that’s exactly what is needed.

Twitter: @basedfrequency
Video: by Based Frequency

 

 

 

 


Explorer!
Ariana

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David Peña is Explorer!, the exclamation mark revives the jocund attitude of the 50’s and 60’s regarding LP titles that carry the more meaning and pizzazz the more exclamation marks are added to the title. The Exotica scene is chock-full of these things, whereas devoted serious Jazz musicians stayed away from this formula. I’m writing this little excursion in order to make room for Ariana, a coquette who clearly carries a Future Funk complexion but can be tied to a certain exoticism due to the sun-dappled guitars that provide the base frame for the staggering oomph of the 4/4 beat. Add redoubled and then pitched oh-vocals to the flamboyantly lactic scenery, and you’ve got a track that is keen on millennial House formulae without shredding the balance by soulful vocals about meaningless things. Of course Ariana remains a comparatively mundane and profane song at the end of the day, catering to the party crowd, not sporting any parallax layer of deeper truths or unvarnished amphibologies, but what Explorer!’s stomper lacks in this specific regard, it gains through insouciance and carefreeness that radiate and emanate through every interstice.

Twitter: @explorer_music_

 

 

Ambient Review 431: Vapor Vertebrae 05/2015 [Part A]. Originally published on May 6, 2015 at AmbientExotica.com.

Tuesday
Apr142015

Vapor Vertebrae 04-2015 Part C


 

 


Remember & Hong Kong Express
Elevation

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Dream Catalogue initiator and Vaporwave luminary Hong Kong Express has saved Vaporwave from its – admittedly stereotype-laden – doom when he launched the label in 2014 or, as the artist cheekily suggests, in 2814 alright. Now that the V-genre has the epistemological aura of scientificity, with its ambivalent system of justified belief vs. opinion firmly in place, anything seems to be possible, whether it's libelous rants… or genre-crossing halides. Elevation is a case in point for the latter, a longform collaboration of 12+ minutes concocted with the enigmatic entity Remember. Serving as a fully developed gateway and a teaser for the things to come, Elevation is a semi-industrial punctilio planetesimal loaded with meta-metallicity, acidic synth sinews, stokehold breakbeats and superresonant hi-hat telomeres. Despite its core being pulsatile and tetragonal, the stop-and-go motion is less of a jitter surfactant than a colloidal cannelure; ipso facto it wafts. Amidst the gelid shards and cryofibrillar gluons, there are waves of euphony flowing, giving the duo’s tunnel nematode a lilting polarimetry encapsulated in a retro-futuristic high-rise barycenter. 

Twitter: @HKEdream @dream_catalogue

 

 

 

 


VHS Logos
Telefunken

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VHS Logos brought Vaporwave to Brazil, and then back to the world. What sounds like a cheesy legend isn’t too far out at the end of the day, especially in the wake of Telefunken, a strangely titled epithelium at first sight, possibly reciprocating between a dissipative coinage whirled through the Swiss Romansh language of Rhaeto-Romanic origin. The truth, as it turns out, is much more mundane… and therefore delightful. The track title simply derives from the eponymous German radio/television company, and VHS Logos’ track seems to be an approximation of a television set’s quasi-centennial lure. The arrangement suggests that the whole track is played through an old radio and then subsequently re-recorded on site. Telefunken is one of VHSLogos’ nonchalantly blurred ephemera, lacking the cellular concrete and coruscating callisthenics of his beat-driven productions in favor of softened alarm clocks, hazy piano chords, a droning tape senescence and laid-back guitars which rightfully bring the Funk into the track’s auspicious title. This is a limewashed synth sarcopenia, a beautiful albeit portentous rise of attrition that impalpably happens to the cochleae of a whole generation of Vaporwavers right now and will be painfully realized in 55+ years where we can't hear shit. Egad, those fuzzy frequencies are just too silky and the least abrasive aureoles!

Twitter: @VHSLogos

 

 

 

 


Mason Callaway
Winter Longing

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I have to admit that I’ve fallen in love with Mason Callaway’s Winter Longing, no matter the rising temperature and vernal lechery that blaze across the land. The adolescent rapper from Sioux Falls, South Dakota teams up with the debonair Frenchman Vantage aka V // and transmutes the funkmaster’s track Snow Jam from the ultramafic tape Metro City (2015) into superconductivity. Vantage’s former instrumental remains fully intact, still comprising its retrosternal macronutrients and unapologetically periglacial catchiness, but now sees its titration process annealed and calcined by Mason Callaway’s phototropic toasts and seemingly incompatible aliphatic catchwords that connect the frosty chemotaxis with a lyrical sun/fun/heat abiogenesis. This chirality works really well, even though this shouldn’t be the case from the outset. Initially, the vocals are tightly integrated in the first third of Winter Longing. Afterwards, the rapper protrudes the vermillion hue and towers over the fluvio-lacustrine snowdrift. No harm done, as the melody-driven translucence is a suitable counterpoint, thus maintaining the balance. A synergetic win/win situation for both artists, or as Vantage probably wants me to stylize it: win//win.

Twitter: @masoncallaway @VantageNoise

 

 

 

 


Aloe Island Posse
Welcome To Aloe [アロエ島]

<Welcome To Aloe Island>

 

 

 

 

North Vancouver’s Aloe Island Posse not only brought one of the most scintillatingly exotic monikers into the Vaporwave helix, the producer is also keen on the power of nomological escapism viewed through – and diffracted by – the 80’s. The magnanimously sun-dappled Welcome To Aloe offers a tastefully plethoric phoresy whose uplifting, fast-paced rhythm is the first cornerstone of the track’s appeal. The second ingredient is the cowbell-infested synth pad staccato in tandem with the viridian texture-related alterations of the melodic fermions. With the pitch-shifted Japanese vocals as the third condiment, Welcome To Aloe [アロエ島outgrows itself and not only becomes the primary chromophore of the artist’s body of kaleidoscopic complexion, it also easily carries the similarly titled digital album Welcome To Aloe Island. Everything feels alright, one is loved and caressed in the endemic aloe world, but despite the euphoric elation, the artist never degrades the paradisiac notion into a plastic bubblegum vanity. If you like your Vaporwave catchy and incandescent as can be, Welcome To Aloe [アロエ島is the hydrazine to fuel your estuary. 

Twitter: @ALOEISLANDPOSSE

 

 

 

 


Walt Thisney
Prism

<Abstrakta EP>

 

 

 

 

 

If suntraps aren’t your thing, you might be fond of Walt Thisney’s neon-lit concrete solanums. The artist hailing from Thisneyland inflames his tunes with arpeggiated Miami rhizomes and a pinch of futuristic uneasiness, thereby toning down the blazing colors just enough to not get lost in an overly excited ecstasy. Prism meanwhile, taken from the Abstrakta EP released on 30th Floor Records, is a megacity's amniotic ventiduct that launches in medias res, with its histrionic synth lariats already firmly in place. Orthochromatic magenta verglas, alkaloidal moxie multiplexes, BGM-evoking hooks and caproic chord progressions let this sparkler grow into a superimposition: the breathtaking vistas of the big city flash by, viscoelastic tunnel visions function as cajoling plasticizers, but within, amidst and around these positive notions, the omnipresent precariousness cannot be entirely caulked. This leads to a wondrously polysemous state with no gimcrack attached: Prism is a longitudinal airflow, but the surfaces of the synths emit a heavy earthbound burden in tandem with cyber adventures, feral agents and ignis fatuus illuminants. A vapor vitrectomy to obey to.

Twitter: @WalThisney

 

 

Ambient Review 428: Vapor Vertebrae 04/2015 [Part C]. Originally published on Apr. 22, 2015 at AmbientExotica.com.