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Sparkling Wide Pressure :: No Need For a Meaning (Fadeaway Tapes) CASSETTE

$6 CAD
Sparkling Wide Pressure :: No Need For a Meaning (Fadeaway Tapes) CASSETTE
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Sparkling Wide Pressure :: No Need For a Meaning (Fadeaway Tapes) CASSETTE

$6 CAD
From the Fadeaway Tapes Website:

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as sparkling wide pressure, frank baugh presents a constantly expanding sound-world and "no need for a meaning" is an alluring addition. these tracks - composed primarily of guitar, keyboards and field recordings - demonstrate an immersive style and may be absorbed as studies of light and motion. pro-printed, pro-duplicated, edition of 100.

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Wasistdas Love:
http://www.wasistdas.co.uk/noneed.htm

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Foxy Digitalis Love:

The guitar, God bless it. It’s an instrument that simply refuses die. Not that anyone wants it to or anything like that, but at a certain point you begin to wonder just how far a single instrument can take you. So you switch things up. Turn to synths, tape machines, whatever else you can, wherever else you can go to find something new; new sounds, new directions and forms. But there are artists out there who still feel like six silvery strings can lead us places where no man woman or child has dared yet tread. Among these folks is a man named Frank Baugh who makes this stunning music as Sparkling Wide Pressure, and has for a few years now, piling up a daunting discography on various small labels and releasing a lot under his own tiny but mighty (in more ways than one) 3-inch CD-r label, Kim Dawn.

SWP doesn’t lean on the guitar like a crutch. There are plenty of other sound sources to be found here, chief among them keyboard instruments, muffled vocals and field recordings. But the guitar is still the focal point (at least up until the immensely powerful droning wonder of a final track on side-B, “Heavy Heart”), run through an amp and precisely pawed into perfect, beautiful little songs that ping with tragic, painful air. Painful in the minor keys Baugh famously hangs around, but also in the sharp, scathing tones he pulls out of the thing. What’s especially cool is how the guitar remains so undeniably a guitar for the majority of the tape—though there must be plenty of pedals and effects at play here, Baugh doesn’t seem to be out to change the instrument’s chemical, molecular makeup. Rather, it is the context here that is new and exciting, pitting his knife-and-dagger strums’n'plucks and bluesy harmonics against planes of analog synth that rise and fall to gently accompany the fragile, crystalline melodies. Sometimes we hear the guitar all by its lonesome as in the tape’s title track, displaying Baugh as not only adept in things like texture and composition, but also in sheer musicality and performance.

I’m hearing a lot of amazing things on this tape. I’m hearing the blues. I’m hearing punk rock. I’m hearing drone. I’m hearing post-rock. A lot of the time I’m hearing all of these things at once in a wondrous swirl of screeching tones, soothingly smooth bass, guttural drones and melodies that creep out in a gristly gnarl. Also, most importantly (at least for this music dork) I’m hearing a real musician. I’m starting to get the sense that this guy might be incapable of producing a sour note. If you’re new to SWP, Fadeaway’s triumphant addition to his fabulous back catalog would not be a terrible place to start. An early runner for cassette of the year. - Crawford Philleo