New solo jams from Chris Bush of Caboladies in an edition of 75 copies. Melodically complex structures of synth tone with layers of fuzz and confusion cloaking soaring harmonies and epic drones. Even better than his recent CD-R on Robert Beatty’s label.

Edition of 500 copies UK tour 7”. Tomutonttu aka Jan Anderzen of Kemialliset Ystavat presents a side of small instrument psychedelia, with day-glo ticker-tape melodies and fast, chattering drones. The Oneohtrix Point Never side is just gorgeous, a slow float through Zones Without People-style ambience and spiralling clouds of synthesized strings. Very beautiful. Recommended.

Edition of 200 copies CD-R on Daniel Lopatin aka Oneohtrix Point Never’s own label. Dog Master Teleportation – aka DMT – presents music reformulated and overdubbed by a quartet of players, including KGB Man (aka Daniel Lopatin), Shaun Trujillo, J. Glennon and P. Giordano. The music is minimal, with translucent electro-stylings that feel like the extracted DNA of lush synth soundtracks isolated and made sidereal using extreme compositional process. All the recordings pre-date the OPN LPs and they cover a fairly wide spectrum, from punked 20^th century avant garde moves to Industrial-scale electro confusion. “Manic Shooter's DMT is sonic weird hieroglyphs from combination Taos, New Mexico and Long Island; the hybrid of which mirrors the effect... bent clues will set you on a path while others are meant to deceive you. Powerlines whisper instructions in a non gendered voice. Mystical Hasid rapper vaporizedendlessly in interlocking dimensional mechanism. Remember this was during the initial Bush era, pre-dating 911 and thus Junior's eyeballs hadn't yet been upgraded to format terrestrial. Mirror plates in the eye cavity is how they found terrorists. Shooter was the first to command green missle control, similar to a Tartan warrior he refracted the beams himself and thus took the problem into his own hands. DMT is an in and out enhancement of this frightening time, as if the lingering confusion of a post-Inside Edition childhood had naturally spawned the devastated political mis-en-scene, building up to the 911 simulation telecast we witnessed while en route to Yusef Lateef's class when we got word of the attacks. This is also a historic document containing some of the first ever KGB MAN overdubs, as well as marking the first time in RIAA history that anyone has ever exclusively fucked with Prince of Darkness and Alphaville on a sampling level, but beyond recognition, musique concret style, plus a touch of cartoon Skinny Puppy meets Mike Patton isolated in a hotel room with a portastudio while on tour with Bungle in '97 vibes. I have recommended Trujillo to be committed to the Material Eye Institute for dog master evaluation. Enjoy it while you can and as Lou said, "watch out for worlds behind you." – DL.

Limited self-released cassette from the duo of Marcia Bassett (GHQ/Hototogisu/Double Leopards) and Taylor Richardson (who played alongside Daniel Lopatin in Infinity Window). Delayed drum machine settings, heavenly synth and transparent choral vocals, somewhere between the more slow-burning Zola Jesus settings and the Gothic euphoria of Harmonia’s Deluxe. Recommended.

Much-anticipated new album from Daniel Lopatin’s Oneohtrix Point Never. Returnal represents a major evolutionary leap from the Rifts trilogy. The opening track alone, “Nil Admirari” stands at the pinnacle of his catalogue, a torrential Industrial free jazz ritual that touches on the contemporary Whitehouse/Consumer Electronics sound – and even aspects of Pita’s classic Mego side, Get Out – while mainlining a whole new brand of euphoria. There’s still the presence of those ghostly drones (that sound even more like Coil), the nagging melodies spinning in slow motion somewhere deep inside the tracks, but the scale of the thing, not to say the compositional complexity, marks this out as something else. Most of all it feels like a movement outside of context, a step away from the shared vision of his contemporaries, under the pull of desire. And it sounds fantastic: hallucinatory, erotic, endlessly deep. A major statement from a major thinker. Highly recommended. 

Much-anticipated new album from Daniel Lopatin’s Oneohtrix Point Never. Returnal represents a major evolutionary leap from the Rifts trilogy. The opening track alone, “Nil Admirari” stands at the pinnacle of his work to date, a torrential Industrial free jazz ritual that touches on the contemporary Whitehouse/Consumer Electronics sound – and even aspects of Pita’s classic Mego side, Get Out – while mainlining a whole new brand of euphoria. There’s still the presence of those ghostly drones (that sound even more like Coil), the nagging melodies spinning in slow motion somewhere deep inside the tracks, but the scale of the thing, not to say the compositional complexity, marks this out as something else. Most of all it feels like a movement outside of context, a step away from the shared vision of his contemporaries, under the pull of desire. And it sounds fantastic: hallucinatory, erotic, endlessly deep. A major statement from a major thinker. Highly recommended.

Excellent new cassette from one half of Caboladies with a series of precisely-visioned new age/Kraut pop songs that trade simple, haunting melodies for miles of deep, dark space. “Brand new ‘full album experience’ from Flower Man that picks up nicely from the opaque interstellar song craft stratagems laid out on last year's 'Exotic Cameo' cdr, this time for a more propulsive journey. The grey scale strings of 'Exotic Cameo' and 'Slowmo Matterade' have been given an electro shock bath and a new tape echo hood.   From there the keys wander, buzz, and bleep in and out of a number of different synth songwriting modes.  "Valhalla" on the b-side is an abstract nod to Patrick Gleeson and the last track is a loose homage to the 'Northstar' record by P. Glass.  An ephemeral architecture on the brink of collapse.  An assortment of Numbers, Jokers, and Regal archetypes that adds up to nothing more than a miniature house in a draftless room. New bricks for the deck.” – FM. Sold out at source.