A mini-album of eccentric domestic electro-acoustic vignettes, 'kitchen songs' makes the mundane somewhat surreal.
A yin to Mego's legendary 'Fridge Tracks' yang , Home Baker is Austin-based Walter Nichols' attempt to capture the "sweetness of a shared intimate space", muddling pots 'n pans with sugary deconstructions and frittered rhythms.
On 'Waiting March', plasticky rhythmelodic hits are contrasted with charming glockenspiel chimes, and Nichols' oddball processes set the motion in flux, fraying the edges of each sound until they start bouncing off each other. It isn't gloomy stuff by any means, it's music that finds the magic in domesticity, in its repetitions and miscommunications and harmonies. We can just make out chattering voices between the lightly skewed synth chimes on 'silver drawer', and on 'tethered', Nichols buries granulized environmental recordings underneath his canned choirs and plasticky plucks. It's somewhere between Rene Hell Max/MSP player piano mayhem and claire rousay's diaristic exposition, go figure.
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A mini-album of eccentric domestic electro-acoustic vignettes, 'kitchen songs' makes the mundane somewhat surreal.
A yin to Mego's legendary 'Fridge Tracks' yang , Home Baker is Austin-based Walter Nichols' attempt to capture the "sweetness of a shared intimate space", muddling pots 'n pans with sugary deconstructions and frittered rhythms.
On 'Waiting March', plasticky rhythmelodic hits are contrasted with charming glockenspiel chimes, and Nichols' oddball processes set the motion in flux, fraying the edges of each sound until they start bouncing off each other. It isn't gloomy stuff by any means, it's music that finds the magic in domesticity, in its repetitions and miscommunications and harmonies. We can just make out chattering voices between the lightly skewed synth chimes on 'silver drawer', and on 'tethered', Nichols buries granulized environmental recordings underneath his canned choirs and plasticky plucks. It's somewhere between Rene Hell Max/MSP player piano mayhem and claire rousay's diaristic exposition, go figure.
A mini-album of eccentric domestic electro-acoustic vignettes, 'kitchen songs' makes the mundane somewhat surreal.
A yin to Mego's legendary 'Fridge Tracks' yang , Home Baker is Austin-based Walter Nichols' attempt to capture the "sweetness of a shared intimate space", muddling pots 'n pans with sugary deconstructions and frittered rhythms.
On 'Waiting March', plasticky rhythmelodic hits are contrasted with charming glockenspiel chimes, and Nichols' oddball processes set the motion in flux, fraying the edges of each sound until they start bouncing off each other. It isn't gloomy stuff by any means, it's music that finds the magic in domesticity, in its repetitions and miscommunications and harmonies. We can just make out chattering voices between the lightly skewed synth chimes on 'silver drawer', and on 'tethered', Nichols buries granulized environmental recordings underneath his canned choirs and plasticky plucks. It's somewhere between Rene Hell Max/MSP player piano mayhem and claire rousay's diaristic exposition, go figure.
A mini-album of eccentric domestic electro-acoustic vignettes, 'kitchen songs' makes the mundane somewhat surreal.
A yin to Mego's legendary 'Fridge Tracks' yang , Home Baker is Austin-based Walter Nichols' attempt to capture the "sweetness of a shared intimate space", muddling pots 'n pans with sugary deconstructions and frittered rhythms.
On 'Waiting March', plasticky rhythmelodic hits are contrasted with charming glockenspiel chimes, and Nichols' oddball processes set the motion in flux, fraying the edges of each sound until they start bouncing off each other. It isn't gloomy stuff by any means, it's music that finds the magic in domesticity, in its repetitions and miscommunications and harmonies. We can just make out chattering voices between the lightly skewed synth chimes on 'silver drawer', and on 'tethered', Nichols buries granulized environmental recordings underneath his canned choirs and plasticky plucks. It's somewhere between Rene Hell Max/MSP player piano mayhem and claire rousay's diaristic exposition, go figure.