Spy In The Sky
The solo work of Stone Filipczak (Slendermen, Designer). Explorations of sound collage, sometimes reflective and sometimes violent. With use of both acoustic and electronic instruments and machines, Stone weaves intricate bushels of texture and song into colossal compositions. Consider the thorns and weeds of an angry earth entwining and blossoming among what’s left, reaching for the sun.
HYSTERMAJESTY is K Froom and sometimes Marybeth Mareski (bass) and Noelle Dubay (drums). K is a genderqueer singer-songwriter making songs in the longstanding tradition of sad girls with guitars. They make songs for their friends, queer mystics, and anxious babes.
Photo by Elliot Mittens Cooperson
kryzkniv began in 2013 with home-recorded explorations of simple effects units, cheap things like a plastic stereo delay pedal and a karaoke microphone. Into the fray came the industrial sounds of digital samplers and hybrid drum machines. This music delights in the unnatural, conjures it in a place where the truth of the natural world pales, distant. Always night in the desert of the psyche; a place of anguish, mystery, and longing. The live kryzkniv remains a rare treat, aerobic and feverish in one moment, still and swelling and devotional the next. Press: “Oh, that’s the guy who took twenty minutes to set up and then just screamed into the mic the whole time.” A perplexing blend of harsh, improvised noise, and psychedelic renditions of clearwater pop standards. Ham-fisted parody with extra ham. Or hold the ham. (kryzkniv stars Sprite Natheman Nathan Pasko, ex-Essays, ex-Tendrills)
Photo by Courtney Landis
Plake 64 + the Hexagrams
Plake is a musical exploration of the nonphysical architectures and labyrinthine geographies of psychic dream space. Utilizing elements from experimental music, noise, american folk, carnatic and hindustani ragas, and structures borrowed from popular music, Plake is a vehicle to explore the realms of both the real and the unreal within one's self as a mode of self reflection, meditation and internal exploration- a colonoscopy for the soul.
Over time, the creeper vines of metempsychosis along a succession of artists has entangled one another, creating a giant being of multiple dimensions. Tendrills functions as both musical outfit and video collective.
The right hand of creation and the left hand of destruction clasped together in psychotic prayer. The twin mirrors of a dualistic reality shimmering muddled light from an underwater grave, entwined in naturalistic ritual and psychospiritual hyperrealism.
Lucas Rambo celebrates Halloween every day. He makes music similar to a psychedelic X-files episode about the mind’s unborn twin eternally rebirthed in a bedroom in a house on a hill in a land in realm in a bedroom again. He is a member of Halloween Tres, and has been part of many other projects too.
Bakalavaa is a band based in baltimore, md, and is a frothy head-and-shoulders-type trip that you can feel in your taint while skateboarding and falling. Coupling humor & horror (intentionally or unintentionally) in a sneaky snotty hot-trot to the the tip-top. Skronky splashy thrashy trashy mutilations of mutant martians smoking cigarettes in bed underneath an abandoned oil rig centered amid a dry sea floor. Of death.
Born in the storm I was and the dog done bit me
and left me alone. Sometimes Summer/Precious stones and gems
There was a vortex of loneliness, happiness, mastery, vanity, and doubt
down in the depths, before the veil, and the curtain was slowly pulled back.
What is the nature of forgiveness, of passage, of transposition?
Of weakness, failure, death, the spirit, the body, the soul, the mind, the eye
in the mind, evil, love, strength, humility?
There was a silent, unnoticed clock to tick,
There was a careless saturation, There was one groovy, dreamy world.
Groove on, dream on
P.W.D.M.A. utilizes their psychic/electric abilities to traverse a series of transdimensional cosmic realms or "dreamworlds" (an eclectic range from various hypothetical clubs imagined in the decadent daydreams of Las Vegas entertainment tycoons to the turbulent zero-gravity trade routes of the outer rim asteroid field to the musty closet in the office of a heavymetal rust and train yard to the dank, dark poisonous jungle in poisonous jungle sleep w/jungle river to the lowest canyons of low-burning hell itself, which turned out to be only the interior wall of Colonel Mustard's gnarled nasal cavity in the end) following a dazzling precognition of those very events and just how rocknroll they would be.