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Cazukay ‘s/t’ (scotch tapes). Sporting a debut cassette release via those nice people over a Scotch Tapes sadly the information runs cold after that so alas there’ll be no passing on of the no doubt fabulous rockin n’ rollin’ activities currently being conducted by Texas based Cazukay. The cassette incidentally is your typical Scotch Tapes affair - limited to just 30 copies - a copy of which we - to much joy - have a copy of (#9 in case you’re taking notes) which incidentally comes housed in a wall paper come origami styled packaging. Should by rights appeal to those among you who like your sounds somewhat puzzling, peculiar and so far off the radar that generic mapping hasn’t quite gotten around to giving it a hip and snappy box in to which to file it in. six tracks feature within and basically appear to be stilled abstract atmospheric collages derived from a varying range of looping rhythmic sources and drone swathes, its eerie and austere stuff at times barely audible but all the same unsettling and if truth be known strangely tranquil to a certain extent. Cazukay it seems plots the vast and as yet rarely signposted micro worlds of the sonic spectrum, its something that should appeal first hand to admirers of Vernon Arts Lab (especially on the clock worked rhythmic calibrations of the deeply odd ‘march to the slaughter of broom city’ with its haunting chill of Tibetan like ceremonial corteges and whirring frequency manipulations - very Add N to X meets VAL‘s ‘hob‘s lane‘ set if you ask me) and the more experimental and earlier work of Bronnt Industries Kapital, these dronal epitaphs as said barely register to the human ear such is their low end aural gravity in fact on more than one occasion we were obliged to double take the opening salvo ’acid underwater’ mistaking its controlled and compressed white noise skree signatures for cassette static. ’pink water’ utilizes all manner of fluid texturing sounding to these ears like some torrential downpour replete with curious insectoid accoutrements. ’fight the European swimmer’ is similarly tendered sounding not unlike the magnified ripple echoes experienced by swimming underwater. Elsewhere ’drowning to you means breathing to me’ is a freakishly echo laden dub-tronic hybrid jam of sorts grafted by interweaving percussive beats that collectively give the impression of some kind of ghostly locomotive freewheeling through some airless void - very strange and one for BBC Radiophonic Workshop boffins unless we are very much off the mark. http://www.myspace.com/cazukay www.myspace.com/scotchtapesincorporated
MARK BARTON
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