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It’s the penultimate Spool’s Out of a tumultuous year, and the cassette tape underground shows no signs of slowing down. Belgian Stoner Rock, imaginary SNES and Czech TV soundtracks, techno noise from Poland, and droney modular synths from none other than Surgeon himself keep our master of tapes Tristan Bath in a good mood. Anthony Child photographed by Cathrin Queins
It’s the penultimate Spool’s Out of a tumultuous year, and the cassette tape underground shows no signs of slowing down. Belgian Stoner Rock, imaginary SNES and Czech TV soundtracks, techno noise from Poland, and droney modular synths from none other than Surgeon himself keep our master of tapes Tristan Bath in a good mood. Anthony Child photographed by Cathrin Queins
At this year's Skaņu Mežs festival in Latvia, Tristan Bath finds not just a festival brimming with local talent and highlight-worthy performances from the always excellent King Midas Sound + Fennesz and Klara Lewis, but also — in Killing Sound — a reminder from our friends in Europe of the best part of our own culture
At this year's Skaņu Mežs festival in Latvia, Tristan Bath finds not just a festival brimming with local talent and highlight-worthy performances from the always excellent King Midas Sound + Fennesz and Klara Lewis, but also — in Killing Sound — a reminder from our friends in Europe of the best part of our own culture
Featuring improvised analogue techno from France, abstract sounds from Hungary, scarred giallo noise from Italy plus some Canadian jaw harp and Russian free-punk, Tristan Bath goes against the grain of Brexit Britain with another month reviewing the best international tape releases
Featuring improvised analogue techno from France, abstract sounds from Hungary, scarred giallo noise from Italy plus some Canadian jaw harp and Russian free-punk, Tristan Bath goes against the grain of Brexit Britain with another month reviewing the best international tape releases
Alluding to 70s American jazz fusion, contemporary musical counterparts and the uncanny absurdity of David Lynch, in Innercity Ensemble's third full-length album, Tristan Bath finds a counterpoint to mainstream safety and the latest chapter of an irrepressible Polish musical resistance
Alluding to 70s American jazz fusion, contemporary musical counterparts and the uncanny absurdity of David Lynch, in Innercity Ensemble's third full-length album, Tristan Bath finds a counterpoint to mainstream safety and the latest chapter of an irrepressible Polish musical resistance
A collage of field recordings before an empty dancefloor, minimal song structures from Glasgow, tape squished swarmandal improvisations, and heavy acid techno. It can only be Tristan Bath with this month’s roundup of cassette releases. Graham Dunning portrait by Daniel Kordik
A collage of field recordings before an empty dancefloor, minimal song structures from Glasgow, tape squished swarmandal improvisations, and heavy acid techno. It can only be Tristan Bath with this month’s roundup of cassette releases. Graham Dunning portrait by Daniel Kordik
Tristan Bath looks into the sparsely populated world of Jessy Lanza's Oh No, finding a record that manages to be insular without narcissism, that nods to history without being consumed by it, and that's swathed in the light of pop without bowing to its darker contemporary failings
Tristan Bath looks into the sparsely populated world of Jessy Lanza's Oh No, finding a record that manages to be insular without narcissism, that nods to history without being consumed by it, and that's swathed in the light of pop without bowing to its darker contemporary failings
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