Cassette Review // dustsceawung "dustsceawung" (Public Eyesore Records)
This cassette begins with what sounds like a wolf howling but I can also somewhat recognize as someone blowing into a trumpet. Bells are ringing, hypnotically, and there is a distribution of sand. It feels as if an electronic ball is bouncing now as all of these sounds begin to come together and sound both like peak technology and primitive at the same time. When it's one instrument at a time it can feel minimal, but when everything happens all at once it becomes rather chaotic.
As the ball bounces there is this slipstream type of sound coming in behind it now, as if we are about to be sucked into the void. Some shuffling of chairs and such furniture. Tiny squeaks like doors opening and closing, a sharp hue inches through. Though it can quiet down, that high pitched frequency still drones through, as if a dog whistle, and then that shuffling of sand is behind it. Sounds made through straws and then the chaos of a string instrument, such as a violin. Bursts of those wolf howls, but also sharpness as if we're hitting the breaks. Some of that "Jaws" treatment now as well.
High pitched plucks and what feels like distorted screaming come through with knocking. This feels so light and delicate with some sounds, but yet so heavy and abrasive with others. The strings are so light, as if we're floating around on clouds, but then the screaming and other sounds like distortion make it feel heavier. This all comes together at some point and it makes me think I'm hearing balloons pop, which is a pretty good visual for the sound thus far as well. As we reach the end of the first side this really feels like something that might have been played on the Titanic as it went down.
On the flip side we begin with a bit of banging which can almost begin to even sound like knocking. Some scraping comes in and this is quite minimal. This feels like scraping a drumstick along a drum now but it ends with this ding as if a string is being plucked as well. As this continues, some horns begin to eek out sound. The sharpness returns behind this all as well and it feels like we're taken back to the first side only without those wolf howls. Though someone does sound as if they are screaming in pain behind it all.
The flute comes through now, taking over the directive of the sound. Some scraping and banging noises, but that flute just keeps persisting over it all. Chains are dragging now and then the wind whistles through. Somewhere between the sound of static and the crackling of a fire comes to join the flute now. I feel like these sounds are horns coming through, but they feel like wild animals crying for help. I would not play this in front of dogs. As this all comes blaring through we're back to that dragging of a stick across the drum type of sound. A mellow tone now, as things break down and fade away.
Heavy breathing as it feels like an ice pick is stabbing away at the surface. Those horns like a trumpet come through once again and it feels like we're doing some type of ice sculpture, even if just for fun but possibly to escape and survive. It reaches a level where it can almost sound like whimpering but there is still that string scraping as well. Sharp squeaks and a quick little drum roll. Zippers being zipped and then louder, frequency waves coming through. A dumping of liquids takes us to the end of this adventure.
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