Mixtape 8, Side B: “I Miss the Blazing Sun and Warm Nights”

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by The Insomniac

Boys, gals, bubs, apes, ape-ettes, please excuse my recent silence – I am sending in this entry to assure our millions of fans that I am around and am mostly healthy.

I decided to hijack Side B of our 8th mixtape and send out a certain kind of vibe this evening. As my colleague Art did while reminiscing of the pleasant memories of New York, a cultural mecca with all its urban charm and random violence/muggings, I’ll be reminiscing on the past season as we say farewell to the long days and welcome the long nights.

There’s something about the air when Fall comes around. The noise from the hotter months is faint now, and there seems to be a constant smell of smokey wood-burning in the distance. We’re at that transition point where midday is warm and still feels like an old sun-stained postcard from paradise that was left by the window sill while the following twilight reminds you of the freezing desolation to come. I have the sudden urge to drink heartier ales and spend more time in places that qualify as “taverns”. It’s all a bit eerie.

Bears have the right idea – Around now, most of them start hibernating and don’t come out until April. That’s so rogue. What a life. Just an apex predator killin it in the woods – salmon platters, honey, maybe the occasional jaunt into a campsite to scare people and drink all their booze. Then when it gets a bit chilly, they just dip for 6 months. What a savage. I sometimes wish I could do the same (I do go on the occasional belligerent jaunt into stranger’s campsites, actually), but we apes must push onward.

Well cheers to the Summer, what a lovely girl. She was a hot mess and burned me a few times along the way but I don’t regret any flings. Hopefully this tape captures the feeling of long night drives, hearty ales, quiet taverns, and freezing unrelenting desolation. Stay warm out there.

Mixtape Monday – Tape 8: Side A – “I Miss The City Streets and the Neon Lights”

by, Art Carny

Did you really think Art Carny was gone for good?  Guess again!  Fooled ya!  Boy, did you guys look scared… Okay, so there was no vessel to some unnamed planet after all.  The mixtape was real, though, and from the outpouring of letters and general good wishes/support it seems as though I struck a cord (chord?) with all of you out there.  This is kind of why I decided to withhold from booking the experimental space trip with Virgin and Google.  In the end it would get too lonely and I don’t think I’d really want to nurture the offspring of billionaires for the generational beginnings of a new post-global society.

…lazy non sequitur warning… the Side A of this 8th mixtape is centered around life in the city.  I remember when my grandparents would tell me, “Art, hunny we are going into the city now.  Make sure you keep your wallet in your front pocket and don’t look strangers in the eye.”  Needless to say, I took their advice and still to this day keep my wallet in the front pocket.  This came in handy the other night when I was mugged by strangers.  I didn’t see them coming since I never look anyone in the eyes and it even took them a few uncomfortable seconds longer to procure my wallet.

Heed the advice of your elders, you damn dirty Apes!

Mixtape Monday – Tape 7: Side B – “that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.”

by, Art Carny

Summer is over and this time for good.  A distant bittersweet memory captured only in the recollections of what was and wasn’t.  Back to school we go, backpacks shouldered and full with anticipation of the coming Fall.  We return to the autumnal classrooms that have collected moss and the first wave of fallen leaves.

I, much like the birds, will take to flight with the coming seasonal transformation.  My destination, though, will not be the Floridian swamplands or cascading hills to the West.  Rather, I will be leaving Earth to travel across the galaxy to a cosmic location remote and far away from the limitations of terrestrial existence.

I’ve prepared my belongings and readied the equipment.  Most importantly, I’ve made myself a mixtape to enjoy on the way.  This vessel has only room for one passenger, so I am afraid you cannot join me.  So until next Summer, Rogue men and women.

I wonder if the aliens will like my flip-flops.

Oneohtrix Point Never – I Bite Through It

by The Insomniac

New track from Daniel Lopatin AKA Oneohtrix Point Never – “I Bite Through It” is the first single to be released from OPN’s newest album Garden of Delete, out this November.

This one wakes you up immediately, but you awake to find yourself on a different planet, or plane of existence. A burst of repeating, pulsing, robotic glitch and screech, the song starts off like a bad nightmare of the digital apocalypse Daft Punk might have had last night. War drums eventually yield to a setting with more serenity, something seductive. War and sex sell, Marketing 101. This dance of stillness and gritty electro malfunctioning continue and leave you wondering. This next LP should prove to be a bit less subtle and lot more sheer, bright, and piercing than 2013’s R Plus Seven.

Enjoy.

Top 10 Albums of the Week

by, Art Carny

Albums, albums, albums.  Ten to be exact.  All nicely sorted, ranked, and available for your listening pleasure.  The links provided will take you to the artist’s individual Bandcamp sites where, if you like what you’re hearing, you can lend a few dollars and support.  Go on searching Apes at any cost.

10. Weird Little Birthday, Happyness (Bar None, 2015)

“…they cite the stormy narrative turns of American author Cormac McCarthy as a major influence, but to me there’s more of a Kurt Vonnegutishness to the absurd, nonchalant, thinly murderous twists their tales of sex and sickness in the suburbs take…” – NME

9. To Where the Wild Things Are, Death and Vanilla (Fire, 2015)

“Just imagine John Barry’s spytastic Ipcress Files soundtrack re-engineered by Delia Derbyshire and Brian Wilson with a soupçon of “ye olde folklore” for added mystery machine.” – Pop Matters

8. Rosy Maze, Marker Starling (Tin Angel, 2015)

“Heavily influenced by the flicker of 16mm cinema, I might best characterize Cummings as a Lynchian angel (à la Sheryl Lee) of sincere nightclub kitsch.” – Chart Attack

7. “don’t let them begin”, Trust Fund (Reeks of Effort, 2013)

“There’s power in truth. Trust Fund produces an honesty that we’re afraid to utter – even to ourselves.” – Gold Flake Paint

6. Cosmic Troubles, Faith Healer (Mint, 2015)

“On the opening track for Faith Healer’s debut record Cosmic Troubles, Jessica Jalbert clutches onto the train of “Sweet Jane“’s dress and drags her down into an anti-drug PSA.” – Stereogum

5. Mind Frames, Twin Peaks (self-released, 2015)

“You could listen to Mind Frames on its own, without having heard the official album Wild Onion, and think it’s a stand-alone project, from a band who can’t seem to put a foot wrong.” – Safe Kind of High

4. Potty Mouth EP, Potty Mouth (self-released, 2015)

“But the oomph of “Cherry Picking” can’t just be chalked up to expert mimicry: It’s the sound of a good band becoming great.” – NPR

3. Depression Cherry, Beach House (Sub Pop, 2015)

“There’s a place I want to take you,” she sings, over a subtle beat that builds toward a pop crescendo that never quite comes. Who needs it to? Foreplay this good is an end unto itself.” – Rolling Stone

2. Mr. Face, Ty Segall (Famous Class, 2015)

“It’s Segall’s greatest attribute, perhaps, that his extensive absorption of American and English musical culture―from Hawkwind to the Kinks to Bowie to Alice Cooper, etc.—goes in one ear and pings around for a while before coming emerging, canon-like, into yet another batch of fantastically infectious tracks.” – Paste

1. Hermits on Holiday, DRINKS (Birth, 2015)

“Dry, scratchy and clankingly awkward at times… replicates the feel of proper outsider art, its creators chewing up words and music like psychedelic wasps, building a nest around themselves to protect a curious internal logic.” – MOJO

Mixtape Monday – Tape 7: Side A – “Dr. Discord in the Valley of Sound”

by, Art Carny

It’s been a full week without sound.  You’ve gone to work, come home, stayed up all night, walked the streets, went to bed again and still no sound has entered your ears.  People will talk and you listen, but nothing ever comes out.  So you nod and interpret the expressions.  Six days of this and you have had enough.  You decide it is time to fix the silence, so you look up an ear doctor and find the closest practice.

You arrive in the waiting room of the doctor’s office.  Before you can sit, a nurse appears in the darkness of the hall and mouths your name.  “The doctor will see you now”, you believe she says with still eyes on an unwavering visage.  In her hands you can see she’s holding an instrument, but you can tell it has no medicinal purpose or does it?  She guides you down the dimly lit corridor.  As you pass room after room you begin to notice that all of the doors are closed, but the lights are on.  You finally arrive at the end of the hall, to the only room with the door open and lights off.  The nurse leads you in, flips the lamp switch and instructs you to lay on the exam table.  As you try to get comfortable on the table, you notice the nurse is gone.

Alone and scared, you lay quietly in the operating room.  You observe all the gadgets, electronics, and machines that line the space.  In amazement of what they might do, you pause when you notice a pair of headphones on the doctor’s desk.  Curious now, you lift yourself off the exam table and approach the headphones.  As you place them carefully upon your head, the monitor of a computer lights-up unexpectedly.  You read the text, each word deliberately.  Mixtape Monday.  Tape 7.  Side A.  The text disappears and a song begins.  A tear drops from your eye as you hear the very first sounds enter your cerebrum in seven days.

A life without sound is a life not worth living.

Mixtape Monday: Tape 6, Side B: A World on Fire

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by the Insomniac

Looking up from the earth to find direction but only finding cold indifference. The dark velvet of night is lit by the artificial glow of forced life. You find your purpose in a chaotic circus. A winding turbine of sensory soup. You dance through the night and watch a city burn. Up out all night in bright lit wonderland. Mock the void. Ditch the masks. Your mind is melting while everyone’s running. The stars are still indifferent. The world’s on fire and the youth are in trouble.

Mixtape Monday – Tape 6: Side A – “Rogue et Rouge and the French Connection”

by, Art Carny

Whoa!  Where’d the Ape go?  By now you are all probably used to Mixtape Mondays arriving a little late.  Nevertheless, we’ve got a midweek Hump Day rock around the world tour, with a prolonged stay in France.  Why, you ask?  Mostly for novelty reasons that Art Carny himself cannot quite say.  It’s just that sometimes you hear something… interesting and then you let your ears do the rest.  With that said, enjoy this Side A of another split-tape with an Insomniac Side B soon to come.  Au revoir you damn dirty Apes.

*Disclaimer – not every song is French, but most.

Mixtape Monday – Tape 5: Side B – “Audio Anatomy or How I Learned to Travel Through the Organic Body of Music”

by, Art Carny

Before you go ahead and enjoy the sounds we here at The Rogue Ape mindfully organize and present to you, I would like to take a moment to call to attention a noteworthy aspect of this 5th Mixtape.  The Insomniac and I normally take alternating turns at crafting these thirty minute morsels of magic, but this tape is different.  We are proud to present to you our very first “split-tape”, which features an Insomniac Side A and an Art Carny Side B.  What you are experiencing with this tape is the bi-product of synchronous artificers.

Side B’s theme is centered around the piano’s macabre cousin, the organ.  As the instrumental organ sets the audio backdrop, I’d like to also highlight the anatomical organ or the collection of different tissues joined in a structural unit to serve a common function.  A band member not only plays an instrument, but is an interstitial component of the larger body of sound that the band creates.  It is also hard to not make this connection when you realize the organ is the only instrument whose name is shared with a body part.

So take an orchestra seat for this indie rendition of The Phantom of the Opera…