2011: Albums

Before we say goodbye, we thought we'd bring you our collective favorite albums of 2011.


Ash Borer: Ash Borer [Pesanta Urfolk]

MP3: Ash Borer: "Rest, You Are The Lightning"

Chillwave. It's been shoved down our throats over the past couple of years due to its ease of creation and distribution (thank you Ableton Live soft synths and plug-ins; thank you Soundcloud and the blogs that embed you!!), and a lot of it fucking sucks. This year saw some lazy remixes and underwhelming sophomore releases from the first batch of the genre's icons, and the honeymoon phase ended. Disappointment sets in as the blogosphere continues to herald "the next big thing" and humors publicists' requests for coverage-- maybe for the sake of traffic, maybe for the lack of a better voice. You feel a craving for something visceral. Something different.

Ash Borer enters the scene with an undeniably strong album that doesn't asked to be loved, appreciated, or even known at a time where being an artist seems to require having at least three social media outlets. The sheer weight of this headbanging LP is staggering, and its tension-building ambient moments are just as captivating as the chaotic ones. You don't have to be a diehard black metal fan to feel the impact of their bludgeoning drums, soaring guitars, and anguished screams; Ash Borer's raw power translates to any audience. Epic. --Ric Leichtung


Blues Control & Laraaji: FRKWYS Vol. 8 [RVNG Intl.]

MP3: Blues Control & Laraaji: "Awakening Day"

There've been a bunch of all-star collaborations this year-- Kanye and Jay-Z, James Blake and Bon Iver, Flaming Lips and Lightning Bolt-- that've doubled as a stroke of marketing genius and a fan's wet dream come true. There have also been a few lesser known meetings-of-the-mind orchestrated by RVNG Intl.-- Julianna Barwick and DNA founder Ikue Mori, Emeralds and soundtrack man Alan Howarth, the staggering five-way between Borden, Ferraro, Godin, Halo, and Lopatin-- that've been truly stunning. But the synergy between Blues Control and new age zitherist Laraaji trumps them all. Laraaji's been playing music for more than 30 years and is a seasoned improviser, taking on the role of the trio's leader and lifting the noise duo’s psychedelic scuzz to celestial heights. Few collaborations have tapped into something as special as this one. --Ric Leichtung


The Caretaker: An Empty Bliss Beyond This World [Self-Released]

MP3: The Caretaker: "Tiny Gradiations of Loss"

It was a busy year for Leyland Kirby and his peripatetic musical endeavors. Under his given name, Kirby released the beautifully meditative Eager to Tear Apart The Stars before delving into three volumes of electronic manipulations in the Intrigue & Stuff series. His release as The Caretaker, An Empty Bliss Beyond This World, landed the softest but burnt the brightest. Using a collection of run-down ballroom jazz 78s as his basic source material, Kirby continued his thematic study into the mind's inevitable fissures, the disconnects that frustrate the desire to cling to a perfect, complete memory.

Kirby's masterful manipulation and distortion of the 78s was so effective that they no longer seemed to belong to the past, or to the present.. An Empty Bliss resides in a kind of temporal limbo, reminding us that the opaque memories of a life -- what is salvaged and what is lost -- follow a most mysterious, inaccessible logic. It was a moment of exquisite calm, humility, and fragility amid the mad dash to omnipotence that is information super highway; it told us that no matter how imperfect, what we are left with is all that we have, and must be cherished. --Daniel Gottlieb


Death Grips: Exmilitary [Self-Released]

MP3: Death Grips: "Beware"

Death Grips are a mess, an anomaly that coheres through a set of intertwining delusional threads, mostly relating to personal obsessions and their limits.  As much the phrase "practice makes perfect" proves true for beatsmith Zach Hill, MC Ride does the same in his mantras, using repetition as a coping mechanism for his abyss. There's a reason a Charles Manson sample opens this album: he's taken delusion into another universe. Ride really believes he's the king. Tell yourself anything enough times and you're Ringo Starr, guy.

Still, by any standards, Exmilitary, has had little material success; the album was free. Exmilitary inverts tried gangster-rap narratives into critiques of consumerism, violence, and self-obsession that both frighten and inspire. It's an outré manifesto that one wants to simultaneously hold at a distance and make one’s own. Though maybe not referential enough to be considered conscious hip-hop, this is political by default-- at the fringe of all things we find alluring but perilous. --Dale W. Eisinger

Future Shuttle: Water's Edge [Intercoastal Artists / Holy Mountain]

MP3: Future Shuttle: "Fog Spelunk"

When Future Shuttle released their debut EP Water’s Edge in late August, they established themselves as an outfit that makes nu age music for body and spirit alike. Their blend of synth, flute, samplers, and beats elegantly intertwines the cosmic and the earthly. Through sounds that evoke flowing streams, bird and dolphin calls, and the vibrations of ancient rock formations, Jessa Farkas’ voice resonates with striking humanity. It is as commanding as it is sorrowful, bringing to mind both the mortal condition and our desire and power to transcend it. In “Rain Source,” Farkas repeats the mantra, "I became everything that I’ve ever encountered," as the relationship between humans and each element of their environment is emphasized. Similarly, as “spacey” as Future Shuttle’s music is, every component is crystal-clear, a voice within its vast landscape. --Samantha Cornwell


Holy Other: With U [Tri-Angle]

MP3: Holy Other: "Touch"

Due to the ghostly vibes and his Tri Angle roster spot, Holy Other's work is mistakenly cast as something gothic, dark, or due to be canonized in wing-ding letters in some infinitely vacuous witch house manifesto. In reality, this past year found the veiled Manchester producer offering something far different from those suspected shock and horror tropes: the romantic hybrid house of With U. Holy Other's deep, disembodied vocals echo like distant memories as screwed orchestral swells and choral bass moans swallow them up. The atmosphere of yearning is palpable, whether for past love or new direction; the subdued lust of a simultaneously ravenous but tender one night stand looms over the hungry pleas of With U, especially in the meter- and momentum-shifting standout, "Touch." Holy Other's debut is a triumphant melding of R&B's emotion, bass culture's sensuality, and house's heartbeat, and the result is one of the year's most intimate albums. --Matt Sullivan


Iceage: New Brigade [Escho]

MP3: Iceage: "New Brigade"

It's been a hell of a year for Iceage. Their first full-length dropped in their native country of Denmark in January. By June, they had gotten What's Your Rupture on board for a US release, toured with Fucked up, captured the attention of an Odd Future-obsess press (remember them?), and basically taken the underground music world by storm-- all pretty much by accident. They put out one of the most talked-about records of this year, and although their high school status, their notoriously bloody shows, and the controversy surrounding the Nazi doodles surely played their parts, the album had the kind of energy that hadn't been heard in years. Iceage is the type of band that sparks obsession. They put their hometown of Copenhagen on the music map by coining a movement and rekindled faith in a genre that had been stagnating for a few years. Mostly, they brought punk back into our minds, at least for a little while. --Ric Leichtung


John Maus: We Must Become The Pitiless Censors of Ourselves [Ribbon]

MP3: John Maus: "Believer"

If 2010 was the year when the music elite deemed Ariel Pink worthy of their ever-loving embrace, then 2011 was the year when they extended a tender hand to his CalArts classmate and lo-fi co-"discoverer" John Maus. However, as a series of revealing interviews following the release of his remarkable We Must Become The Pitiless Censors of Ourselves made clear, Maus’ relationship with industry success was a complex and acrimonious one. Pitiless Censors was brimming with concepts and conjectures about modern political inertia, the sclerosis of advanced global capitalism, and the challenges they pose to the individual subject.

The album balanced and combined these influences accordingly: it's cerebral and conceptually driven, but also a revealing portrait of John’s personal and artistic struggle to break through these restrictive forces. Pitiless Censors thus gave us an image of Maus inhabiting a role not dissimilar to the lighthouse that appears on his album art: luminary but mysterious, vulnerable yet resolute, anxious to illuminate a place that lies just outside what it can reach. "This is where a human being finds himself"-- using the musical tools of the past, feeling ambivalent about the present, and longing for the possibilities of the future. In 2011, we welcomed back John Maus, the Believer. --Daniel Gottlieb


Julia Holter: Tragedy [Leaving]

MP3: Julia Holter: "Goddess Eyes"

Equal parts electronic pop and minimalist chamber music, Julia Holter’s Hippolytus-inspired debut puts both conservatory kids and bedroom producers to shame. Not too many artists manage to square the large and sprawling with the focused and minutely detailed, but this Los Angeles composer will channel just as much rigor into an extended drone as she will a loaded pause. Rather than belabor the plot details of Euripedes’ tormented love story, she abstracts it into a feeling of hovering doom.

The atmosphere is thick on Tragedy. Husky strings, white noise, harpsichords, fog horns, and crackling opera LPs cohere with mounting pressure, only to plateau until we forget that they are supposed to set the scene for a narrative event: a bit of dialogue or monologue set to words, such as in “The Falling Age” and “Celebration,” where her voice evokes Enya auditioning for a Madrigal choir, or single “Goddess Eyes,” where it’s clipped, vocoded, and maybe a little cold. Tragedy is the kind of record that makes you feel as though you’ve traveled far by the end-- through time, though space, though multiple musical languages and sounds that you never thought of as musical to begin with. Still, from start to curtain call, you can feel the clock ticking at every moment. --Emilie Friedlander


Julian Lynch: Terra [Underwater Peoples]

MP3: Julian Lynch: "Terra"

As life on Earth tends to move in circles, so has much of the music of 2011. Where many of this year’s releases are grounded in computer-driven loops and synth-based repetition, Julian Lynch’s Terra cycles through nylon, four-stringed guitar, meditative jazz clarinet, and hushed, tabla percussion. The Madison, Wisconsin-based ethnomusicologist refines the wide panorama of influences that was already present on his past releases, reaching into the past with smokey, prohibition-era falsetto croons and ‘50s music box piano symphonies while keeping it “modern” with his proggy guitar-synth. His third studio effort sounds more refined, more concise, and more three-dimensional than anything we've heard from him before. In another instance of coming full circle, Terra marks his return to Underwater Peoples, the home of his first non-CDr release, a split 7” with childhood friend Ducktails.. --Mary Katherine Youngblood


Jürgen Müller: Science of the Sea [Foxy Digitalis]

MP3: Jürgen Müller: "Sea Green"

In 1979, German oceanographer Jürgen Müller built a music studio on his houseboat off the North Sea and slowly recorded an album inspired by the natural wonders that surrounded him. There were about 100 copies made, most of which were given away to his peers in the oceanic field; by some bizarre stroke of chance, one of them ended up in the hands of Brad Rose at Foxy Digitalis, who reportedly restored the album. The story is a library music collector's dream, and is unbelievable from the get-go, but Science's sophisticated palette is probably the most conclusive piece of evidence we have that Jürgen Müller and his project are the stuff of myth. Most exotica albums coming from "Jurgen's" time were awfully shallow listens, the cute wordplay and kitsch concepts constituting the core of their appeal. Science draws from the shimmering textures of the late, great Mort Garson and evokes the minimalist side of Raymond Scott. It's too damn good to be true. Its story is an integral part of the album, but its validity as a work of art doesn't hinge on fact-- it's in the beauty of the music, and the ideas lurking in its great depths that make this album more than a myth. --Ric Leichtung


Laurel Halo: Hour Logic [Hippos In Tanks]

MP3: Laurel Halo: "Aquifer"
One night at CMJ this year, I pushed forward to the front row of 285 Kent's attendees to catch Laurel Halo. As I walked away from the stage, the buzz in my headspace was killed with another concert-goer's groan-inducing synopsis: "Wow, she really killed it… for a girl." The blatant sexism of the analysis was a little stunning, but it seemed to fit in oddly well with a long line of bizarre preconceptions about this year's divisive ode to time-leaping-- and her best work yet-- Hour Logic. Halo's EP is the soundtrack to an imaginary silent sci-fi film where a cultural shift in information retrieval and consumption leaves significant effects on our brains' memory capacity and habits. It's a contemporary thesis on the possible aftermath of inhabiting a world like Far Side Virtual's for too long, drawn from futuristic bouts with electronic classics. Ultimately, that cerebral take is best left for the forum; Hour Logic's constant forward momentum is designed to be felt. The finer details of the painstakingly orchestrated domes and arcs of this symphony can be almost overwhelming, but the Detroit EMF veteran hasn't taken a left turn-- she's reached further for the future. --Matt Sullivan


Liturgy: Aesthethica [Thrill Jockey]

There’s no doubt that Brooklyn black metal outfit Liturgy pissed a lot of purists off this year when Hunter Hunt-Hendrix, their philosophizing Columbia grad of a frontman, published his infamous “Transcendental Black Metal” essay on the Internet. It renamed the “blast beat” the “burst beat,” boasted several black-and-white diagrams, and combined a band manifesto of sorts with a vision of the genre moving toward its ideal culmination in "the self-overcoming of Hyperborean black metal." (The implication being, of course, that Liturgy would be the band doing all the overcoming). At the end of the day, Altered Zones can only admire Hunt-Hendrix’s willingness to think deeply about what his own aesthetic choices mean, and will remember 2011 partly as the year when Aesthetica took the pummeling 16th notes, ecstatic death cries, and shifting guitar tremolos of black metal and showed us non-specialists just how powerful that language can be. It was also the year that the band lost perhaps its strongest music asset in virtuoso drummer and Guardian Alien mastermind Greg Fox; whatever you’d prefer to call his athletic and idiosyncratic pattering, it combined the thrill of total destruction with the joy of being alive. --Emilie Friedlander


Oneohtrix Point Never: Replica [Software]

MP3: Oneohtrix Point Never: "Replica"

For those of you keeping score at home, this is Dan Lopatin’s third appearance on an Altered Zones year-end best album list, the first two being for Games’ That We Can Play and Oneohtrix Point Never’s Returnal last year. November’s Replica reconfirmed Lopatin’s status as an ingenious samplist whose complex process doesn’t prevent him from creating music that’s both erudite and somehow nearly as accessible as the TV commercials that provided his source material. The songs shirk narrative and explicit meaning, opting instead for contrapuntal juxtapositions and textured sound collages. Lopatin's magnum opus. --Luke Carrell


Peaking Lights: 936 [Not Not Fun]

MP3: Peaking Lights: "Tiger Eyes (Laid Back)"

Peaking Lights had several key elements of their sound place for their 2009 album, Imaginary Falcons, but the duo’s ability to weave noise-pop together with a humid strain of dub lay buried under a heavy dusting of drone and hiss. The project had plenty of promise, but it needed to be coaxed out into the setting sun. 936, this year’s subtly addictive gem of an album, has been buffed to a faded neon sheen, run through the heaviest dubplates, and pumped through a V.F.W. hall public address system straight into our hearts. Scotch Taped beats snake through oil-slicked puddles of bass that feel perfectly primed to rumble the speakers of the average ‘78 Escort. Indra Dunis’ honeyed coo seems to languish forever in a pool of hushed purple light while Aaron Coyes’ homemade synths billow into every available audible nook left behind. In short, 936 is a sweaty beast of a record. --Andy French


Pete Swanson: Man With Potential [Type]

MP3: Pete Swanson: "Misery Beat"

I was wrong when I said the NYPD should play this on LRAD -- it belongs to Occupy. I mean, can you imagine the first hook, a full four minutes in, dropping as Zuccotti Park or Frank Ogawa Plaza faced eviction? Though Pete Seeger's endorsement was nice, did we expect much energy or inspiration from a 92-year-old, withering "This Little Light"? If the opener of Pete Swanson's Man With Potential, "Misery Beat," was meant for any catharsis at all, there's plenty of miserable subject matter to mine nowadays. Sure, it's named for the singular, but this entire release carries the imminent movement of massive crowds, exemplifying the power and potential of wordlessness. Perhaps the title points more to Swanson's autonomy, as he departed from the much-loved Yellow Swans duo three years ago.

Throughout this edict for Type Records, Swanson ping-pongs pointed loops through fields of scuzz, his deliberate modulation stretching each interval to its limit as agressive, head-bobbing beats sneak in. And while you can almost read the formula adhered to, no two tracks carry identical temperament or momentum. Man With Potential is thoughtful on a long-term scale, speaking to anyone with a pulse and a modicum of collective sense. --Dale W. Eisinger --Dale W. Eisinger


Prince Rama: Trust Now [Paw Tracks]

MP3: Prince Rama: "Rest In Peace"

I think it's no secret that times are pretty tough for everyone nowadays, and Taraka and Nimai Larson of Prince Rama know this as well as anyone. Trust Now is their first album since founding member Michael Collins left the group and it slimmed to a duo. It's an airing of grievances, a mourning period, but also a survivor's statement of perseverance. We find a new Rama, re-energized and dressed for the battle arena. Shadow Temple's sophisticated drumming, swarming synths, and banshee-strength wails are more potent than ever on "Rest In Peace" and "Summer of Love," although the celestial prog of "Incarnation" and "Golden Silence" alludes to an age of enlightening surrender, a place where moments in time seem to lose their linearity. Trust Now is an important message of faith in an era where hope is dwindling and little seems trustworthy. --Matt Sullivan


Pure X: Pleasure [Acéphale]

MP3: Pure X: "Twisted Mirror"

Calling Pure X’s Pleasure a summer album wouldn’t be wrong. Lord knows it had a strong run as the soundtrack of choice for a host of sweaty activities over the course of the season, but as the album made so many return trips to headphones, ear canals and turntables, a new character emerged in the textures of those carefully interpreted songs: a tinge of darkness, equally honest and murky, that never really takes shape, but might be a bit sticky. Fellow Austinite Malcolm Elijah’s vids for "Surface" and "Easy" and the glamour shot of bondage cuffs on the album art display this theme, but avoid devolving into camp menace. This is holistic music, best enjoyed live and loud-- exactly like it was recorded. --Luke Carrell


Run DMT: Dreams [Culture Dealer]

MP3: Run DMT: "Dreaming"

Mike Collins has been an ambassador to all sounds weird and wonderful for a couple years, making the Run DMT moniker a mascot for the type of abstracted sound collages that have characterized the best of Baltimore's underground. Dreams is a series of fleeting, intergalactic visits that channel the spaced-out pondering of Bong Voyage, the classic '60s pop bounce of his Spruce Bringsteen split 7", and the spiritual awakenings of a deemster-fueled blast-off. Considering that it was recorded a few years ago, there's something of an old (but not that old) school charm to Dreams, recalling the excitement of exploring the vast unknown of the late aughts' blogosphere --the scene that Collins cut his teeth on-- for the very first time again. I am reminded of a time when I first heard Run, discovered Altered Zones, and ran away to Brooklyn to fashion dreams into reality. Needless to say, it's inspiring to hear Collins do the same with this labor of love, which almost didn't see the light of day. --Matt Sullivan


Tim Hecker: Ravedeath, 1972 [Kranky]

MP3: Tim Hecker: "Hatred of Music I"

From Tim Hecker’s interest in the sonic refuse of the digital age emerged one of the most enduring albums of 2011. "I became obsessed with digital garbage, like when the Kazakstan government cracks down on piracy and there's pictures of 10 million DVDs and CDRs being pushed by bulldozers." From the portmanteau of the record to the image of the piano drop to track names like “Studio Suicide” and “Analog Paralysis, 1978," Ravedeath, 1972 was consumed with the timelessness and transience of sound. Its twelve elegiac pieces shifted from moments of action to periods of stasis. Passages of ambient purity tussled with lurching movements of hazy noise; synthesisers from the studio dialogue with organ sub-bass recorded in an Icelandic church. It was a journey that slowed down time to the point of stopping it altogether. --Daniel Gottlieb

Future Shuttle: "Opal Star"

Following Water's Edge, their softly percolating, Zoned In debut, Brooklyn's Future Shuttle is prepping a tape for the Netherland's Samling Recordings, masterminded by Keimpe Koldijk of Eklin and Bebe Fang. "Opal Star," the collection's very Blade Runner-esque lead single, was recorded by founding members Jessa Farkas and Camilla Padgitt-Coles in a cabin under the stars at the Chinati Springs at Marfa, TX, which they visited earlier this Fall on the recommendation of Austin bands Sleep ∞ Over and Pure X. --Emilie Friedlander, Altered Zones

Future Shutte: "Opal Star"

The tape is as-yet untitled, but is slated for release this Winter from Samling Recordings

--Previously:

MP3: Future Shuttle: "Fog Spelunk"

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Posted by alteredzones on 11/11/2011 at 9 a.m..

Altered Zones' CMJ Guide 2011

CMJ is finally here! While we couldn't be more stoked to present our own party at the New Museum this Saturday with Trash Talk, Eric Copeland, araabMUZIK, and Atlas Sound, among others, there's four other nights of music to behold. Read on to see the CMJ shows that you absolutely can't miss. --Ric Leichtung, Altered Zones

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There is a strange, spheroidal form on the cover of Future Shuttle's recently Zoned In Water's Edge EP; it's sitting in the middle of a field, and it could be anything from a monolithic mushroom to an unusually pillow-like UFO. It's probably the perfect metaphor for the six, softly structured dream environments that lie in wait inside, for they have the particularly of sounding like they are simultaneously issuing from the Earth and floating off into a great wide unknown. Haunted Internet's video from "Fog Spelunk" brings us out to the woods in Sullivan County, New York, sets loose some colored smoke, and captures this metaphysical limbo state in high resolution. --Emilie Friedlander, Visitation Rites

MP3: Future Shuttle: "Fog Spelunk"

Water's Edge 12" EP is out now via Intercoastal Artists/Holy Mountain

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Posted by visitationrites on 09/07/2011 at 2 p.m..

Zoned In: Future Shuttle: Water's Edge

By Michael P. McGregor

Scientists have long noted the vibrational patterns that emerge from the Earth's crust as well as the infinite nothingness we rightfully dub "space," capturing them with frequency detectors and other such modules. Water's Edge, Future Shuttle's first proper release, feels like what we might hear if we were to travel inside such gadget-- only it's the band's dazzling array of synthesizer, sampler, and flute sounds that create this sense of captured science.  Composed mainly of spiritual synthstresses Camilla Padgitt-Coles and Jessa Farkas, the Brooklyn-based group has been channeling the auditory connections between meditative mantras and nû-age primitivism since the Spring of 2009. While its members are longtime friends with fellow Oberlin College alums Teengirl Fantasy and Blondes (whose Sam Haar gets a producer's credit on Water's Edge), the musical similarities pretty much begin and end with their fascination with hi-fi warmth and lysergic kosmiche jams.

Water's Edge may lead you to imagine a far-off oasis where gypsy voyageurs ride synthesized mantras through an endless vision quest, but the tunes comprising the six-track EP are wholly constructed-- many of them birthed, and re-birthed, through repetition. Fragments of melody grow, sway, or veer far away, only to become whole in the recording process. Make no mistake, these are songs. But they are also living, breathing entities, nurtured slowly over time until they are ready to fly. Songs like "Fog Spelunk" and "Rain Source" sound more akin to the breathy, sound sculptures of acid house than the undulating, long-form improvisations of the kosmiche-era, recalling anything from Orbital's more mellow-tonin moments (the intros to "Halcyon" and "Belfast," for example) to The KLF's proto-Chill-Out LP, the aptly titled Chill Out.

Appropriately enough, what drives the Water's Edge is an ethos of groundedness-- a zen-like, "You-are-here, be-here-now" sentiment that Ram Das could get down on. It's introspective and outer-worldly at the same time, as far out as it is reigned in. Jessa, Camilla, and flutist/live member Lizzie Harper don't just provide us with some well-balanced fuel for a morning of celestial soda and deep breakfast; they zone in on the ephemeral paint sounds, and let the listener come to his or her own conclusions.

Future Shuttle: Water's Edge

Water's Edge 12" EP is out now via Intercoastal Artists/Holy Mountain, and comes with a digital download with three additional tracks

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Posted by alteredzones on 08/30/2011 at noon.

Brooklyn's Future Shuttle just dropped this softly spiraling video for "Fields of Dreams," the 8-minute centerpiece of their new Water's Edge EP. Camilla Padgitt-Coles, Jessa Farkas, and Lizzie Harper don't need a mechanical pulse to achieve a sense of momentum-- though they did just enlist Linnea Vedder of Cliffie Swan to lay down some drums during their live shows. On record, they leave that task up to competing swatches of synth, vox, and ribbony flute, which, like lapping waves, seem simultaneously to fuse and displace one another. If you've already pegged Future Shuttle for purveyors of diaphonous ambience, listen again; this stuff is as deep as the ocean, and as sad and quietly commanding as Nico covering "The End."

Water's Edge EP, which was produced by Sam Haar of Blondes, is out later this month on Intercoastal Artists. The 3-song 12" vinyl is accompanied by 6-song download of the full EP

--Previously:

MP3: Future Shuttle: "Fog Spelunk"

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Posted by alteredzones on 05/11/2011 at noon.

Future Shuttle: "Fog Spelunk"

We first came across New York ambient trio Future Shuttle back when their recordings sounded like the finest drunken star-ogling soundtrack ever recorded on an iPhone. With the passage of time and a little help from Sam Haar of Blondes on production, the band's updated sound on upcoming Water's Edge EP (which length-wise is more of an album) finds them in a more controlled sonic environment, with clear, robust vocals and synth patterns populating open-field compositions that retain the loose and improvisatory feel of their earlier work. EP highlight "Fog Spelunk" layers distant chants, drones, and throbbing, time-frozen strings atop one another, swelling gradually to a pining, beautifully textured crescendo. (via Don't Die Wondering)

MP3: Future Shuttle: "Fog Spelunk"

Water's Edge EP is out this year on the Holy Moutain-affiliated Intercoastal Artists, founded by Kip Uhlhorn of Cloudland Canyon, whom we interviewed here. 2-song 12" vinyl accompanied by 6-song download of the full EP

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Posted by dontdiewondering on 01/11/2011 at 9 a.m..

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