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Reviews 161: Talking Drums

I’m most familiar with Patrick Ryder through his music writing, as he has a real knack for providing evocative and tastefully far-out descriptions. This is especially apparent in his longtime relationship with Growing Bin Records, having provided most of the reviews for the label’s illustrious discography (check out that killer piece on Eleventeen Eston’s At the Water). As well, Patrick can be found providing staff reviews for Piccadilly Records and there’s no telling how much I’ve bought based on his tasty words alone. So it’s no surprise that he’s also a skilled selector and creative editor, using his Talking Drums project to explore “an unsafe space for poorly executed dance moves, misjudged vibes, and narcotic bravery.” There is a wild and freewheeling spirit at play in these edits…a true sense of balearic adventure according to the earliest definitions of that word and in that way, these two volumes of tropical funk, zoned out disco, cosmic body music, and filter house fantasy sit nicely alongside the mysterious Love Creation edits and Kenneth Bager’s longstanding and subversive Balearic Blah Blah series.

Talking Drums - Talking Drums Vol. 1 (Talking Drums, 2018) The disco beat backing “C60 Lato A” is awkwardly slow and that is wholly part of the charm. This time-shifting dancefloor heat is washed over by wild oscillations and scorching noise skree and there are addictive childlike sun chants repeating through the mix. Vibrant drums and a funky twanged out bassline give the groove shape and as the searing noise clouds recede, joyous vibes of some eternal paradise party enter via ascending saxophone harmonies. The body moving bliss is soaked in solar positivity and Afro-sunshine and since everything is slowed down, the guttural low end brass instruments end up sounding like weirdly filtered monosynths. At some point meditative organs work their way in the mix and the vibe somehow grows even brighter and more ebuliient, especially once skronking and expressive sax solos intertwine with vocal scats and conversational singing. Everything is buried under layers of rainforest percussion and the riffing organs have vibes of 60s psychedelia, while the backing choirs and their staccato chants unite with feedback smears and rattling noise clouds. It’s impossible not to stomp your feet and clap your hands as the body merges with the sunshine dance perfection. And no matter how wild or hallucinogenic it gets, even with the vocals locking into shamanic funk spells, that twanging bass loop never relents and always keeps the groove on task.

Midnight guitar psychedelia introduces “Get Serious,” working ear-to-ear as sultry brass fanfares and wah wah serenades overlay a stomping beat. The horns grow ever more adventurous until we smash cut into a silky smooth jam led by freaky synth soloing, all cosmic wave dancing and LFO modulated insanity. When the singing hits, it’s apparent yet again that things have been slowed down, which adds a layer of drugged up delirium to the funk disco enchantments. The vocals sound like they are dipping into pools of molasses and the vibe is sultry and anthemic, as harmonizing voices are backed by sci-fi synth trails. Eventually we get another wigged out synthesizer solo that leads to a delirious climax…earnest voices smothered in heartache, tambourines jangling, ripping distorto-bass guitar riffs stomping into the sky while celestial brass cascades ring out. And after another passage through the “get serious get serious” refrain, we are once more immersed in a jaw-dropping synth solo, only now the mix is slowly overtaken by phased string synths and their majestic prog perfection, like rainbow winds carrying the soul to a heavenly kingdom in a sea of stars. Ripping fuzz guitar solos struggle to break through the epic phaser orchestrations and the bass guitar is so heavy, crushing mountains while the drums fade into vapor. It’s an atmospheric outro of pre-Darkside Floydian space rock perfection and just when you think it’s all over, another soulful vocal section magically fades back in for a final blast of deep disco romantics and blaring brass magic.

Talking Drums - Talking Drums Vol. 2 (Talking Drums, 2018) A Hungarian goddess and an exotic jam out sitting under heavy French touch filters…this is “Disco Danube,” which explodes into view with the kind of delirious looped disco magic perfected by Le Knight Club, also with hints of Ptaki. Hot guitar riffs jangle away while flutey synth sequences created LSD soundwebs and the muscular disco beats and slamming basslines work the body into an ecstatic frenzy. The track sits there looping over and over again…tripped out, lulling the mind into hypnosis…all setting up a brain melting fanfare of towering funk brass. Finally, the intoxicating vocal hook hinted at during the filter-intro makes its appearance, but each time it’s short lived as the track prefers to zone out into instrumental disco mesmerism with snake rattles moving across the spectrum and shadowy strings holding down ominous drone chords. There’s a moment when everything turns happy and sunny, with percolating sequences sounding like futureworld banjos joining earworm hooks of sparkling positivity. But this is all eventually decimated by those massive cinematic funk horns blasting away and after a brief rhythmic pull out wherein the mix is subsumed under high pass filtering, we launch yet again into physical disco fire. It’s a dancefloor bomb of the highest order, riding waves of sensual sexual disco fever until an outro that sees the whole mix blasted through brain piercing highpass filters and overwhelming aquatic echoes.

Of the four tracks across both Talking Drums volumes, I think “Space Talk” might be my favorite. Dark blasting bass sequences and cymbals made of noise lead some electro rhythmic sorcery and body music magic, with dissonant feedback, synthesis bubbles, and cosmic vapors underlying melodramatic male singing. Vibed out minimal funk shades are stoked by percussive chords and roto-tom fills fly through the mix under galactic delay fx. The “talking about / you and me” refrain alternates with desert noir guitar arpeggios and sometimes the vocals work in round with other lyrical snippets creating a headrush of dark intoxication. Crazed outerspace insect noises swarm around rimshots and cowbells weaving their hypnotic percussion webs and the whole thing is a nightmarish dream of forbidden physical euphoria. The verses are interspersed by passages featuring haunted synths and their soft psychedelic melodies working straight into the mind and at some point, feminine vocals replace the masculine and everything grows even headier. It’s like the murky kraut cosmica of Bison or the loved up and ass shaking acid vibes of Zmatsutsi, just pure dancefloor ecstasy for shadowy spaces…the absence of light…sweat covering everything…heat raining down…mind and body merging with the electro rhythms, chugging bass vibrations, and amorphous sheets of synth noise that glow with a strange neon light.

(images from my personal copies)

Pence sacks 4 aides for breaching protocol

Four U.S. military service members who were part of Vice President Mike Pence’s communications team have been reassigned after bringing women back to their hotel in Panama without registering them, U.S. officials have confirmed.

The incident in Panama City happened last week, around the time that Pence was visiting the Central American nation.

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