Mar 1, 2020
Thickest of homemade action here: Seems to be
SOME kind of info on that something existed bearing the name of
this duo around the Lapeer Michigan area, where this stark und cold
cassette was found in the shadowy outskirts of Flint, and that's it
folks. Save the digital presence in a soul-swap exchange for this
ruff home walk -man recording of piano & voice in a style so pure
and ernest you'd *swear* you were alone with the team in a grey
empty living room in the middle of winter. Complete with "song is
over stop the tape" gruff click to end each track really finalizes
each tunes uber experience. I would reckon that when the QCA and
Archer pressing plants quieted down in the late seventies / early
eighties and this then - new tape joints tried to replace the wax
that the local "set" would be flooded with these grim plastic boxes
of joy, but they really ain't around...at all. Still timeless, but
even further down the homemade dungeon experience with the xeroxed
plain stock J card devoid of any personal outpourings, thus taking
the Michigan experience to even deeper cryptic extremes. The piano
is boxed inn, and the voice could be "harmelodic / Flint Style."
Any tape plants exist in Mich? This appears to be utterly dubbed
and copied with zero commerce in mind, not even a local church
address. In times of viruses dipped in chaos, this kind of local
anesthetic is the kick you need to keep from diving into the cold
February moon in a desperate plea of marginalized hope. Amazing all
around, though everything inside, cynicism and all, comes to a DEAD
END.