Portland maven Paul Dickow takes a leaf out of Photek's book on 'True Believers', using samples of UFO sightings to couch a dubby, Vladislav Delay-inspired jam that pulses with (alien?) life.
While Dickow admits he's "agnostic of the UFO/UAP phenomenon", he's a keen follower of the folklore, wondering where these accounts might come from, or what they might represent. For his Longform Editions debut, he splices tape-mangled voices together over thin, undulating pads, letting the stories control the sonic space for a good 10 minutes before he introduces a drowsy, hypnagogic dub rhythm. Dickow's a dab hand at this stuff, he's been releasing insular electronic gear for two decades at this point, and his skill here is in knowing when to hold back.
The musical accompaniment plays like muzak, almost, leaving us to focus on the chattering voices - are they exasperated truths from traumatized people who have met extraterrestrial beings, or the rantings of delusional lunatics? Dickow's careful not to draw any conclusions, he lets the sounds marinate in their own peculiar folklore, curating an atmosphere that reminds us fondly of Vladislav Delay's seminal 'Anima'.
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Portland maven Paul Dickow takes a leaf out of Photek's book on 'True Believers', using samples of UFO sightings to couch a dubby, Vladislav Delay-inspired jam that pulses with (alien?) life.
While Dickow admits he's "agnostic of the UFO/UAP phenomenon", he's a keen follower of the folklore, wondering where these accounts might come from, or what they might represent. For his Longform Editions debut, he splices tape-mangled voices together over thin, undulating pads, letting the stories control the sonic space for a good 10 minutes before he introduces a drowsy, hypnagogic dub rhythm. Dickow's a dab hand at this stuff, he's been releasing insular electronic gear for two decades at this point, and his skill here is in knowing when to hold back.
The musical accompaniment plays like muzak, almost, leaving us to focus on the chattering voices - are they exasperated truths from traumatized people who have met extraterrestrial beings, or the rantings of delusional lunatics? Dickow's careful not to draw any conclusions, he lets the sounds marinate in their own peculiar folklore, curating an atmosphere that reminds us fondly of Vladislav Delay's seminal 'Anima'.
Portland maven Paul Dickow takes a leaf out of Photek's book on 'True Believers', using samples of UFO sightings to couch a dubby, Vladislav Delay-inspired jam that pulses with (alien?) life.
While Dickow admits he's "agnostic of the UFO/UAP phenomenon", he's a keen follower of the folklore, wondering where these accounts might come from, or what they might represent. For his Longform Editions debut, he splices tape-mangled voices together over thin, undulating pads, letting the stories control the sonic space for a good 10 minutes before he introduces a drowsy, hypnagogic dub rhythm. Dickow's a dab hand at this stuff, he's been releasing insular electronic gear for two decades at this point, and his skill here is in knowing when to hold back.
The musical accompaniment plays like muzak, almost, leaving us to focus on the chattering voices - are they exasperated truths from traumatized people who have met extraterrestrial beings, or the rantings of delusional lunatics? Dickow's careful not to draw any conclusions, he lets the sounds marinate in their own peculiar folklore, curating an atmosphere that reminds us fondly of Vladislav Delay's seminal 'Anima'.
Portland maven Paul Dickow takes a leaf out of Photek's book on 'True Believers', using samples of UFO sightings to couch a dubby, Vladislav Delay-inspired jam that pulses with (alien?) life.
While Dickow admits he's "agnostic of the UFO/UAP phenomenon", he's a keen follower of the folklore, wondering where these accounts might come from, or what they might represent. For his Longform Editions debut, he splices tape-mangled voices together over thin, undulating pads, letting the stories control the sonic space for a good 10 minutes before he introduces a drowsy, hypnagogic dub rhythm. Dickow's a dab hand at this stuff, he's been releasing insular electronic gear for two decades at this point, and his skill here is in knowing when to hold back.
The musical accompaniment plays like muzak, almost, leaving us to focus on the chattering voices - are they exasperated truths from traumatized people who have met extraterrestrial beings, or the rantings of delusional lunatics? Dickow's careful not to draw any conclusions, he lets the sounds marinate in their own peculiar folklore, curating an atmosphere that reminds us fondly of Vladislav Delay's seminal 'Anima'.