Tuesday, June 23, 2015

freedom club ~ smoke signals vol 1.


before i recede into the shadows of summer, i want to leave you with this mix i made for smoking weed on my porch on lazy hot afternoons. chopped&screwed indie rock, shoegaze, j pop, balearic disco, etc. enjoy y'alls summer. catch ya on the flip.

don't think twice it's alright.


cambodian freedom psych rock from 76.

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

dying under a woman's sword.


private press pastorale psych folk rock from 73. a twee the piper at the gates of dawn if you will. from the same dudes who did agincourt & alice through the looking glass. this is the expanded version.

Monday, June 1, 2015

Rufous-bellied lovethrushes


I got a hold on this one for a while but hadn't ripped because I intended to strip off the interviews -- the album belongs to the same collection as this one --, in respect to all non-Portuguese speakers. I even started to crop the tracks until realise it would destroy the purpose and charm of it. What I forgot to tell in the aforementioned Dominguinhos' post is that this collection is from an excellent TV music program on which the artists were recorded and interviewed inside an empty studio. It's kinda odd since you can't actually hear nor see the interviewer. It feels like a late chat on a porch, with a warm spirit to be sipped along (thinking of cachaça, of course).

Cascatinha & Inhana belong to a true Brazilian tradition that is Sertanejo music, which borrows from many Brazilian styles, like baião, forró, as well as Latin American ones, such as bolero and, particularly in this case, the Paraguayan Guarania. The duo practically introduced the Guarania into the genre, making it one of its most distinctive characteristics. It worth mentioning the couple (married 'til the end) sung in impossibly perfect harmony, often regarded as the most beautiful voices in Brazilian popular music. Not that many folks actually remember them nowadays, tho.

pw: spooked

Friday, May 29, 2015

smoggy mountain high.


another one dan brought home the other day. holy fuck dudes, this is so good. maybe my favorite hancock album. this came out right after manchild, so full of beautiful lush jazz funk. & ray parker on geetar. just look at that fucking cover... cool as a goddamn cucumber. this is meant to be played loud on sunny days.

Thursday, May 28, 2015

days move into years.


private press record from 1970 of a beautiful british folk rock band. sounds as if stuart murdoch fronted the free design in new mexico. haunted pastorale pop perfect for midnight drives down deserted highways.

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

yr on my mind.


so my hausmate brought this home the other night & we got stoned & jammed it for a while, just having our minds blown by the heady jams. then i found out that one of the brothers passed away on sunday, the same day we played it. in memory, i wanted to share this gem with y'all. arranged & produced by quincy jones, so full of lush orchestral funk. & of course y'all have heard strawberry letter 23 before. rip dude.

Monday, May 25, 2015

don't call this a comeback.


just keeping this real casual, nothing too serious. i bought this tape yesterday & knew i had share this gem with y'all. this is the fucking bees knees. tomita plays holst's the planets on all of these beautiful synths. just absolutely gorgeous.

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Let my people stay


Hey fellas. Before start ripping my vinyl -- been trying to figure out how isolate my set from radio interference, it's driving me nuts --, I'll share some CD rips I've found scattered around my HDD and the webverse.

Ripped by my yoga instructor's request (lol), this album is a collection of songs passed on and sung by members of the Guarani people, probably the largest indigenous group in Brazil (also extending to other countries). While I'm not exactly up to date with USA's politics on native people, I can guarantee Brazil's probably way worse. Recent examples are the construction of a giant hydro plant complex inside an Indian reserve and the perpetual slaughter of indigenous leaders by big farmers and such. Depressing shit, really.

Well, about the album, is entirely sung by the Guarani (it's also the language's name) children of many different tribes; kinda akin to the Wulu Bunun record I've posted some time ago, though as not as sophisticated in production. Very nice tunes with minimum instrumentation, and another important glimpse of an endangered culture.

pw: spooked

ps.: this is the 1st CD. If anyone wants part 2, just message me. Or better yet, get it at iTunes

Monday, May 4, 2015

Kurosawa's Dreams funeral in the village


Hey friends. Like most of you, I was taken aback with jefe's departure -- even though we remain in touch every now and then --, but it was nice seeing many new hidden supporters. Even if doesn't look so, I'm still devoted in keeping the blog warm for his return (counting on it).

And the good news is I've finally been able to set up a minimal vinyl rip rig, thus also encouraging me to buy more. There are still some details to take care of, though. Meanwhile, here's a gem from the great Zipagu's defunct archive.

Miya Masaoka is one of those crazy Japanese gals with a taste for avant -- eg laser kotos, skin-crawling insects, etc. This album, however, while conservative in shape (a bass / drums / koto trio playing some Monk), is a deep exploration in subtlety and constraint.

(192kbps, sorry!)

pw: spooked

Tuesday, March 31, 2015



oh this song & dance again from this guy? didn't he promise to quit two years ago, & then he came back? yes. & yes, i'm leaving again. this time for good i think. it's been real fun over the last three years sharing music, & i hope some of you discovered some gems. millions of thanks to the lifers (shout out to my hero & all around champ feqwah, miss ya buddy! also to my main squeeze mike, get yrself back up to seattle real soon!) & the newcomers alike, & for everyone that commented or shared something in return. a special thank you to my brother in arms bruno, i love you man. thank you for all that you have done for me & for this blog.

for my last post, i present to you a young person's guide to mountaineering vol II. it originally started life as a split mix with ole dreamboat flash strap, & that fell through (it would have been so dope, maybe sometime in the future amigo:). so i lost most of the songs & started afresh. chopped&screwed mix of cosmic disco, funk, dubbed out bombay jams, israeli minimal synth, blah blah blah.

thank you & good night.

Thursday, March 26, 2015

love letters straight from yr heart.


affectionately known as the malaysian elvis, this is a funky psyche folk rock record full of gorgeous melodies, flute solos, wah'd out scuzzy geetar solos & really smooth vocals released in 76.

let the good times roll.

i know i don't post much music like this, & not very many people download my posts that aren't some obscure album from some imaginary country, but fuck that. this album has been out of print for a while now, which is a shame. scrappy punk featuring cindy crabb from doris zine, & the greatest living american author on drums, aaron cometbus. this reminds me a lot of the criminals & aaron's other band from this time period, cleveland bound death sentence, which is an amazing thing. fast short songs with alternating female/male vocals. & how do you go wrong with anything that cometbus has touched? seriously, do yrself a favor & pick up the latest cometbus zine, a bestiary of booksellers. his writing just continues to get better & better. the weather is warming up, & this has been the soundtrack to my days lately. don't sleep on this.

Friday, March 13, 2015

under the palms.


picked this cassette up the other day & just had to share it here with y'all. so so so good you guys. weird krauty post punky minimal wave shit from australia released in 1976. this is the reish, remastered & sounding crisp with an additional track thrown on at the end. if you didn't grab the other cybotron album i posted, don't be a dummy.

rhapsody in green.


morning meditation musique... a sort of not really greatest hits from paul horn, one of the godfathers of new age. i've been listening to this while reading bradbury, & it's been really pleasant.

Thursday, March 12, 2015

sphere of sublime dances.


another gnostic trio album. if you didn't grab the first one, then do it now. not to sound like a broken record, but john zorn should stop playing & just write music for bill frisell to gussy up. hauntingly beautiful album of vibes, guitar & harp.

Friday, February 20, 2015

in yr wake.


this is the reissue from lion productions of this cornerstone of weird german hippie kraut shit featuring the cosmic jokers (klaus schulze anyone?). pretty good, get if you don't have already, or if you need an upgrade amigos.

Monday, February 16, 2015

eternal spring.


holy fuck dudes. so so good. never before heard industrial cues by that inimitable dream boat alessandro alessandroni. mind warping synths collide head on with musique concrete flourishes. y'all can thank me later for this one.

Monday, February 9, 2015

Kawabata & Yoshida & Umezu


A quick re-share from our defunct private club. And you read it right: that's "doc" Umezu (hello, Lucky) with Acid Mothers Temple SWR, the most recent Kawabata's project which includes none other than Tatsuya Yoshida (Ruins, Koenjihyakkei, dozens of others). I must say, however, this album still haven't "stick" in me, despite having listened to it a few times. To me it sounds more like a private conversation to which you were not exactly invited (you wonder how this album passed so unnoticed). Nevertheless, it's a fantastic collab from Japanese avant masters.