"Running down the order, I must say that Tullan Velte of Oakland ruled more than any other. As the lone feller in dark clothes with short, spiky hair approached his card table and whipped out his pedals, I noted the casual and flippant tosses which brought dude’s gear from his briefcase to the card table pedestal that invoked late nights of Scrabble. A little bit of confidence seemed to be behind those tosses. He stood with his back to the audience and got nasty.
The T.V. set began with a deepish fart note, which built into a scattered mechanical throbbing permeated by a sickly smell of fevered, formless mixer shouting as the volume built geometrically. It sounded pretty good, actually, and he managed to throw in some insane laser waves. A squeaky doodle was being built to a feverish disco threat before horrific throbbing resumed. A drop of heavy and deep mixer feedback warned the earplug-less to gear up before the whole jam slingshot into hotter fever.
Then I lost interest for a second and wondered what was coming next in the mix. I was hoping the build-up was going to scatter rapid-shot into some kind of ridiculous other noise, but instead, that was it. An almost flawless build-up with no resolution beyond a cursory fade out. Beautiful use of timing, and it certainly kept with the unstated and perhaps unintentional short set motif."
as writ by chizzly st. claw for tinymixtapes.com (noise pancakes review)
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