Ben Bondy
Following releases for West Mineral, Experiences Ltd and Good Morning Tapes, Brooklyn-based Ben Bondy lands on Quiet Time Tapes with his most understated and rewarding set to date; a shimmering collection of rustling environmental recordings, dubbed-out percussion and dreamy synths, smudging blots of electro-acoustic color into a pastel landscape of dub techno, ambient and modern classical.
Following the gloopy IDM of 'Glans Intercum' and the dappled hopefulness of its follow-up ‘Camo', Bondy makes a slide into more subtle, emotionally obscured wormholes on his eopnymous album. 'Everything I Can't Be' is light and airy, with resonant synths that evolve in a mesh of rainy environmental scrapes and scratches that feed into a kind of fizzing, simmering dub; it sounds as if we're poised in the deep wilderness, watching the world wash itself clean in the aftermath of a cataclysmic event.
The mood changes on the second side with animal calls that bring a psychedelic slant to 'Dream Bleed’, but the foreboding is cracked by saturated new age synths and ambience that bring us back into the peacefulness of the late afternoon. Nighttime arrives with a snap on 'Butterfly Chair’, as a fire crackles alongside acoustic guitar plucks and light synth fx.
'The Only Part of You That I Ever Really Needed’ ends the set with chirping crickets bleeding into message notifications and text-to-speech cuts that wrestle with contemporary reality, creating a sort of termporal disorientation that’s still somehow beautiful in a way you’ll likely most enjoy if yr into the diaristic worldbuilding of claire rousay, more eaze, or Ulla.
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Following releases for West Mineral, Experiences Ltd and Good Morning Tapes, Brooklyn-based Ben Bondy lands on Quiet Time Tapes with his most understated and rewarding set to date; a shimmering collection of rustling environmental recordings, dubbed-out percussion and dreamy synths, smudging blots of electro-acoustic color into a pastel landscape of dub techno, ambient and modern classical.
Following the gloopy IDM of 'Glans Intercum' and the dappled hopefulness of its follow-up ‘Camo', Bondy makes a slide into more subtle, emotionally obscured wormholes on his eopnymous album. 'Everything I Can't Be' is light and airy, with resonant synths that evolve in a mesh of rainy environmental scrapes and scratches that feed into a kind of fizzing, simmering dub; it sounds as if we're poised in the deep wilderness, watching the world wash itself clean in the aftermath of a cataclysmic event.
The mood changes on the second side with animal calls that bring a psychedelic slant to 'Dream Bleed’, but the foreboding is cracked by saturated new age synths and ambience that bring us back into the peacefulness of the late afternoon. Nighttime arrives with a snap on 'Butterfly Chair’, as a fire crackles alongside acoustic guitar plucks and light synth fx.
'The Only Part of You That I Ever Really Needed’ ends the set with chirping crickets bleeding into message notifications and text-to-speech cuts that wrestle with contemporary reality, creating a sort of termporal disorientation that’s still somehow beautiful in a way you’ll likely most enjoy if yr into the diaristic worldbuilding of claire rousay, more eaze, or Ulla.
Following releases for West Mineral, Experiences Ltd and Good Morning Tapes, Brooklyn-based Ben Bondy lands on Quiet Time Tapes with his most understated and rewarding set to date; a shimmering collection of rustling environmental recordings, dubbed-out percussion and dreamy synths, smudging blots of electro-acoustic color into a pastel landscape of dub techno, ambient and modern classical.
Following the gloopy IDM of 'Glans Intercum' and the dappled hopefulness of its follow-up ‘Camo', Bondy makes a slide into more subtle, emotionally obscured wormholes on his eopnymous album. 'Everything I Can't Be' is light and airy, with resonant synths that evolve in a mesh of rainy environmental scrapes and scratches that feed into a kind of fizzing, simmering dub; it sounds as if we're poised in the deep wilderness, watching the world wash itself clean in the aftermath of a cataclysmic event.
The mood changes on the second side with animal calls that bring a psychedelic slant to 'Dream Bleed’, but the foreboding is cracked by saturated new age synths and ambience that bring us back into the peacefulness of the late afternoon. Nighttime arrives with a snap on 'Butterfly Chair’, as a fire crackles alongside acoustic guitar plucks and light synth fx.
'The Only Part of You That I Ever Really Needed’ ends the set with chirping crickets bleeding into message notifications and text-to-speech cuts that wrestle with contemporary reality, creating a sort of termporal disorientation that’s still somehow beautiful in a way you’ll likely most enjoy if yr into the diaristic worldbuilding of claire rousay, more eaze, or Ulla.
Following releases for West Mineral, Experiences Ltd and Good Morning Tapes, Brooklyn-based Ben Bondy lands on Quiet Time Tapes with his most understated and rewarding set to date; a shimmering collection of rustling environmental recordings, dubbed-out percussion and dreamy synths, smudging blots of electro-acoustic color into a pastel landscape of dub techno, ambient and modern classical.
Following the gloopy IDM of 'Glans Intercum' and the dappled hopefulness of its follow-up ‘Camo', Bondy makes a slide into more subtle, emotionally obscured wormholes on his eopnymous album. 'Everything I Can't Be' is light and airy, with resonant synths that evolve in a mesh of rainy environmental scrapes and scratches that feed into a kind of fizzing, simmering dub; it sounds as if we're poised in the deep wilderness, watching the world wash itself clean in the aftermath of a cataclysmic event.
The mood changes on the second side with animal calls that bring a psychedelic slant to 'Dream Bleed’, but the foreboding is cracked by saturated new age synths and ambience that bring us back into the peacefulness of the late afternoon. Nighttime arrives with a snap on 'Butterfly Chair’, as a fire crackles alongside acoustic guitar plucks and light synth fx.
'The Only Part of You That I Ever Really Needed’ ends the set with chirping crickets bleeding into message notifications and text-to-speech cuts that wrestle with contemporary reality, creating a sort of termporal disorientation that’s still somehow beautiful in a way you’ll likely most enjoy if yr into the diaristic worldbuilding of claire rousay, more eaze, or Ulla.