The
fact that this is called “sessions at hollow earth radio” doesn’t really come
into play until the very end as there is applause and cheering. This obviously gives off the impression that
this could be one long sort of improvised jam and I am definitely a fan of such
things as that.
Musically,
Stalebirth has a lot of sharp feedback.
There are careful plucking of strings and at times the strings even
sound like those of a banjo rather than a guitar. We can also find some darker strings though,
perhaps of a cello nature, and that gives the impression of a Stephanie Lak
cassette and I’m digging that for sure.
In
its blatant undertones, this cassette has electronic roots spread out amongst
the otherwise distorted mass of noise.
Amidst this are spoken words, in a diluted sense of the word, and they
came across somewhere between the lines of poetry and the ravings of a lunatic
(So Jim Morrison-esque then… I kid, I kid… only slightly) While being in the presence of this live performance
might make you feel threatened, it could also be something you seemingly pass
by without taking particular notice in a crowded street area such as New York
City.
So
what you essentially get as a result of all of the different components adding
up is a cross between Scott Weiland (one of my personal heroes and most
influential artists) yelling at you via megaphone and then something the likes
of Stephanie Lak, Tanner Garza, Jay Gambit or other masters of the cassette
scene. One for the ages, people.
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