Sleepy Jazz For Tired Cats
Tomaga's 2013 debut gets its first ever vinyl pressing, and it's aged like fine wine. 'Sleepy Jazz for Tired Cats' takes its momentum from early innovators like Silver Apples, Neu!, Alice Coltrane and Klaus Schulze and uses it to power four blistering synth/drum workouts that shadow psychedelic dub, industrial music and even dembow. Genius, honestly.
To coincide with their 10th anniversary reissue of Tomaga's first album 'Futura Grotesk', Hands in the Dark has repackaged the duo's inaugural offering, originally released on cassette and long sold out. It's where we find drummer Valentina Mageletti and bassist/synth scientist Tom Relleen (who sadly passed away in 2020) at their most spontaneous and vital. There's a refreshingly angular quality to the 10-minute title track, at least at first, when Relleen layers dissonant, hyper-saturated synth wails over each other, forcing out resonances that create sickly, vertiginous oscillations. When Magaletti appears, she adds a jerky, post-punk break and improvised jazz trills that build like waves, washing over Relleen's wonked squeals. It's like an industrial-cum-Krautrock impression of spiritual jazz, with Relleen using his modular setup to replace the Rhodes piano, and Magaletti conjuring up humanistic percussive whirlwinds that'd make Milford Graves proud.
Tomaga step into a vastly different zone on 'Speed Learn'. Led by a blown-out, tape-fucked reggaetón rattle from Magaletti, the track quivers with momentum, pushed along by Relleen's warbling modular drones. Boldly impressionistic but grounded by a chugging central beat, it's gear that cannily pre-empts Megaletti's genre-averse current ethic, sounding as if it could have been plucked from the far future or the distant past. They sidestep towards psychedelic dub on 'Sunday Ticket' dilating a concertina-ing bassline and cavernous, metallic drums with sticky, library musick-style bleeps and wails, and on the closing track 'Platform Shoe', structure almost falls away completely, leaving factory floor scrapes and distorted coughs that sound as if they're redlining a dictaphone. This is brave, surreal and cryptic stuff from Tomaga that doesn't just establish their musical language, it stands as one of the most crucial entries in their impressive catalog.
Fans of Broadcast's 'Pendulum' - don't sleep!
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Tomaga's 2013 debut gets its first ever vinyl pressing, and it's aged like fine wine. 'Sleepy Jazz for Tired Cats' takes its momentum from early innovators like Silver Apples, Neu!, Alice Coltrane and Klaus Schulze and uses it to power four blistering synth/drum workouts that shadow psychedelic dub, industrial music and even dembow. Genius, honestly.
To coincide with their 10th anniversary reissue of Tomaga's first album 'Futura Grotesk', Hands in the Dark has repackaged the duo's inaugural offering, originally released on cassette and long sold out. It's where we find drummer Valentina Mageletti and bassist/synth scientist Tom Relleen (who sadly passed away in 2020) at their most spontaneous and vital. There's a refreshingly angular quality to the 10-minute title track, at least at first, when Relleen layers dissonant, hyper-saturated synth wails over each other, forcing out resonances that create sickly, vertiginous oscillations. When Magaletti appears, she adds a jerky, post-punk break and improvised jazz trills that build like waves, washing over Relleen's wonked squeals. It's like an industrial-cum-Krautrock impression of spiritual jazz, with Relleen using his modular setup to replace the Rhodes piano, and Magaletti conjuring up humanistic percussive whirlwinds that'd make Milford Graves proud.
Tomaga step into a vastly different zone on 'Speed Learn'. Led by a blown-out, tape-fucked reggaetón rattle from Magaletti, the track quivers with momentum, pushed along by Relleen's warbling modular drones. Boldly impressionistic but grounded by a chugging central beat, it's gear that cannily pre-empts Megaletti's genre-averse current ethic, sounding as if it could have been plucked from the far future or the distant past. They sidestep towards psychedelic dub on 'Sunday Ticket' dilating a concertina-ing bassline and cavernous, metallic drums with sticky, library musick-style bleeps and wails, and on the closing track 'Platform Shoe', structure almost falls away completely, leaving factory floor scrapes and distorted coughs that sound as if they're redlining a dictaphone. This is brave, surreal and cryptic stuff from Tomaga that doesn't just establish their musical language, it stands as one of the most crucial entries in their impressive catalog.
Fans of Broadcast's 'Pendulum' - don't sleep!
Tomaga's 2013 debut gets its first ever vinyl pressing, and it's aged like fine wine. 'Sleepy Jazz for Tired Cats' takes its momentum from early innovators like Silver Apples, Neu!, Alice Coltrane and Klaus Schulze and uses it to power four blistering synth/drum workouts that shadow psychedelic dub, industrial music and even dembow. Genius, honestly.
To coincide with their 10th anniversary reissue of Tomaga's first album 'Futura Grotesk', Hands in the Dark has repackaged the duo's inaugural offering, originally released on cassette and long sold out. It's where we find drummer Valentina Mageletti and bassist/synth scientist Tom Relleen (who sadly passed away in 2020) at their most spontaneous and vital. There's a refreshingly angular quality to the 10-minute title track, at least at first, when Relleen layers dissonant, hyper-saturated synth wails over each other, forcing out resonances that create sickly, vertiginous oscillations. When Magaletti appears, she adds a jerky, post-punk break and improvised jazz trills that build like waves, washing over Relleen's wonked squeals. It's like an industrial-cum-Krautrock impression of spiritual jazz, with Relleen using his modular setup to replace the Rhodes piano, and Magaletti conjuring up humanistic percussive whirlwinds that'd make Milford Graves proud.
Tomaga step into a vastly different zone on 'Speed Learn'. Led by a blown-out, tape-fucked reggaetón rattle from Magaletti, the track quivers with momentum, pushed along by Relleen's warbling modular drones. Boldly impressionistic but grounded by a chugging central beat, it's gear that cannily pre-empts Megaletti's genre-averse current ethic, sounding as if it could have been plucked from the far future or the distant past. They sidestep towards psychedelic dub on 'Sunday Ticket' dilating a concertina-ing bassline and cavernous, metallic drums with sticky, library musick-style bleeps and wails, and on the closing track 'Platform Shoe', structure almost falls away completely, leaving factory floor scrapes and distorted coughs that sound as if they're redlining a dictaphone. This is brave, surreal and cryptic stuff from Tomaga that doesn't just establish their musical language, it stands as one of the most crucial entries in their impressive catalog.
Fans of Broadcast's 'Pendulum' - don't sleep!
Tomaga's 2013 debut gets its first ever vinyl pressing, and it's aged like fine wine. 'Sleepy Jazz for Tired Cats' takes its momentum from early innovators like Silver Apples, Neu!, Alice Coltrane and Klaus Schulze and uses it to power four blistering synth/drum workouts that shadow psychedelic dub, industrial music and even dembow. Genius, honestly.
To coincide with their 10th anniversary reissue of Tomaga's first album 'Futura Grotesk', Hands in the Dark has repackaged the duo's inaugural offering, originally released on cassette and long sold out. It's where we find drummer Valentina Mageletti and bassist/synth scientist Tom Relleen (who sadly passed away in 2020) at their most spontaneous and vital. There's a refreshingly angular quality to the 10-minute title track, at least at first, when Relleen layers dissonant, hyper-saturated synth wails over each other, forcing out resonances that create sickly, vertiginous oscillations. When Magaletti appears, she adds a jerky, post-punk break and improvised jazz trills that build like waves, washing over Relleen's wonked squeals. It's like an industrial-cum-Krautrock impression of spiritual jazz, with Relleen using his modular setup to replace the Rhodes piano, and Magaletti conjuring up humanistic percussive whirlwinds that'd make Milford Graves proud.
Tomaga step into a vastly different zone on 'Speed Learn'. Led by a blown-out, tape-fucked reggaetón rattle from Magaletti, the track quivers with momentum, pushed along by Relleen's warbling modular drones. Boldly impressionistic but grounded by a chugging central beat, it's gear that cannily pre-empts Megaletti's genre-averse current ethic, sounding as if it could have been plucked from the far future or the distant past. They sidestep towards psychedelic dub on 'Sunday Ticket' dilating a concertina-ing bassline and cavernous, metallic drums with sticky, library musick-style bleeps and wails, and on the closing track 'Platform Shoe', structure almost falls away completely, leaving factory floor scrapes and distorted coughs that sound as if they're redlining a dictaphone. This is brave, surreal and cryptic stuff from Tomaga that doesn't just establish their musical language, it stands as one of the most crucial entries in their impressive catalog.
Fans of Broadcast's 'Pendulum' - don't sleep!
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Tomaga's 2013 debut gets its first ever vinyl pressing, and it's aged like fine wine. 'Sleepy Jazz for Tired Cats' takes its momentum from early innovators like Silver Apples, Neu!, Alice Coltrane and Klaus Schulze and uses it to power four blistering synth/drum workouts that shadow psychedelic dub, industrial music and even dembow. Genius, honestly.
To coincide with their 10th anniversary reissue of Tomaga's first album 'Futura Grotesk', Hands in the Dark has repackaged the duo's inaugural offering, originally released on cassette and long sold out. It's where we find drummer Valentina Mageletti and bassist/synth scientist Tom Relleen (who sadly passed away in 2020) at their most spontaneous and vital. There's a refreshingly angular quality to the 10-minute title track, at least at first, when Relleen layers dissonant, hyper-saturated synth wails over each other, forcing out resonances that create sickly, vertiginous oscillations. When Magaletti appears, she adds a jerky, post-punk break and improvised jazz trills that build like waves, washing over Relleen's wonked squeals. It's like an industrial-cum-Krautrock impression of spiritual jazz, with Relleen using his modular setup to replace the Rhodes piano, and Magaletti conjuring up humanistic percussive whirlwinds that'd make Milford Graves proud.
Tomaga step into a vastly different zone on 'Speed Learn'. Led by a blown-out, tape-fucked reggaetón rattle from Magaletti, the track quivers with momentum, pushed along by Relleen's warbling modular drones. Boldly impressionistic but grounded by a chugging central beat, it's gear that cannily pre-empts Megaletti's genre-averse current ethic, sounding as if it could have been plucked from the far future or the distant past. They sidestep towards psychedelic dub on 'Sunday Ticket' dilating a concertina-ing bassline and cavernous, metallic drums with sticky, library musick-style bleeps and wails, and on the closing track 'Platform Shoe', structure almost falls away completely, leaving factory floor scrapes and distorted coughs that sound as if they're redlining a dictaphone. This is brave, surreal and cryptic stuff from Tomaga that doesn't just establish their musical language, it stands as one of the most crucial entries in their impressive catalog.
Fans of Broadcast's 'Pendulum' - don't sleep!