TIP OF THE TONGUE 06 SEPTEMBER 2009
Not Not Fun NNF-166
OUT OF STOCK!
Edition of 330 copies from this mysterious one-man project with links to the whole shady Outer Limits Recordings cabal. Bermuda Telepaths is/was the fleeting pseudonym of a publicity shy American multi-instrumentalist - Sam Meringue - with an umbilical connection to the soundworld of James Ferraro. Indeed, so close is their working relationship that Ferraro even passed off one of his releases as a James Ferraro album. The 90210 disc released on New Age and previously attributed to Ferraro himself was actually a collaboration with this guy who, like James, continually changes his identity from release to release. Explorers presents his first vinyl album and it’s a beauty. Whereas James’s creations are densely populated with the ghosts of hyper-real popular culture, complex loops and ascensions of cheap keyboards, Explorers’ vision of Hypnagogic Pop is much more lonesome and alienated. There’s an emotional distance to the music that is quite affecting. The murky, boombox fidelity is a major part of the sound, further degrading the whole Xerox-psych feel of The Skaters to the point that the keyboards are smeared into deep washes of celestial shortwave, broadcasting from just beyond the veil of memory. The sound is keyboard dominated, with loops of twilight effects bolstering the alien aspect of the music and the use of primitive tape-edits effecting jump-cuts from one soundworld to the next, all seeming to rise out of primordial electronic soup. But it’s the way the melodies are partially occluded by the fidelity, barely able to escape the gravity of recollection, that gives the set its powerful sense of poignancy. Bermuda Telepaths is always just one crucial step beyond full articulation, existing on the very cusp of consciousness, a dreamtime that is forever out of reach. Fantastic primitive Hypnagogic psych and one of the most haunting/haunted releases of the year. Highly recommended.