ERWINGS FROM USUAL SPOTS


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YOUR OWN SHADOW BLOCKS THE LIGHT compilation tape
"This is a wild and diffuse compilation of bands who flop over a lot of genres,
most of them abrasive, caustic and brilliant. As diverse as this is, it can also be
seen as a greasy tribute to lo-fi guitar, the moredistorted the better. Culver and
XXIII are two bands that deliver the most muddy pop, thoughDestroy all tie
fighters makes the most of plain old feedback. Mosaic antenna uses loops to sicken
the stew, and the yuriyuri increase the decibel level to a slightly painful degree.
All the bands on this comp inhabit a late night auto-body shop, where the sit in the
greasiest bay and brood. "Your Own Shadow Blocks The Light" is a quick set
by like-minded bands, whose sonic assaults are gleefully deranged and grimy.
This is music to play at the barbeque that gets rained out, to help make squirrels,
ants and relatives just go away and leave you to drink alone. 8/10"
- Mike Wood / FOXY DIGITALIS (10 June, 2009)

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PLEASURES AND DAYS: live
"Helsinkilainen Pleasures and Days on naita musakomboja, joita kuullessa
tulee mieleen "miksi en ole kuullut nailta mitaan aiemmin?" Live (Hyster, 2008,
KAS) sisaltaa riemukkaita keikkaaanityksia vuosien takaa.
Mätkimispainoitteista synapoppia ja huudantaa, villia meininkia. Depeche
Moden ja Alien Sex Fiendin äpärälapsi on loytanyt isoisansa vanhat
natsivermeet ja luulee, että Vangelis oli punkkari."
- HUUHKAJA PÄIVÄNVALOSSA /Thursday, June 12, 2008

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GREY PARK: 2 X Live at Koko Theatrere
YOUR OWN SHADOW BLOCKS THE LIGHT compilation tape

"It’s always been a pleasure to review anything by Finland’s outstanding
Grey Park and this release proves to be no exception.
Sitting either side of a recycled cassette come two live sets of the finest industrial
ambient experimental shortwave analogue lo-fi drone work compositions its been
my pleasure to sit and listen through for many a moon. This really is up there with
the best of the genre [what ever that is] and the fact that it lies in obscurity on a recycled
cassette available for a measly one and a half euros only enhances its genius.
Since 1998 all Grey Park releases have come on ridiculously limited cassette or CDR
runs and every one that’s been through these hands has been soaked up with the
appreciation of a connoisseur. It wasnt until 2007 that they appeared on vinyl
and then a limited run single platter.
How this has come to pass when theres garbage getting money thrown at it like confetti
at a wedding is one of the injustices of the time. But don’t just take my word for it.
Use that email and disappear into a world of slave ship beats, low hertz tones, radio static,
industrial emptyness, dialogue samples, drainage pumps, the shipping forecast, helicopter
landings, steel works ... all of it a seamless fit of grand design. Releases like this make zine
writing a pleasure.
Grey Park also appear on the Hyster comp "Your Own Shadow Blocks The Light"
along with other Idwal favourites Culver plus a few others. Regular readers will know that
Culver can do no wrong and here again the drone quotient of buzzing guitars hits the spot.
XXIII hit things found in a school music room for 12 minutes whilst Kytö & Suihkonen
carry on in an eerily scraping way. Destroy All Fighters piece of ghostly vocal drenched in
some seriously destroyed guitar is worth buying this for alone. Mosaic Antenna and Yuri
Yuri complete the line up with some equally fine bouts of earthquake like rumbly noise and
high pitched whine. All round magnificence.
Hyster tapes are one of those labels that consistently release sounds of outstanding quality
and direction and for which, in return, they seek no publicity or reward.
Releasing quality merchandise on recycled cassette seems oxymoronic in an age when all
thing digital hold sway. All the more reason for you to track these nuggets down then."
- IDWAL FISHER /Monday, 5 May 2008

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CULVER: they killed suzie carter
RE-CLIP: notes 99-09

"..back to Hysters monochrome vision and recycled cassettes. Culver fit in to the
monochrome ideal well seeing as how Culvers main home is Matching Head,
another tape label with a black and white philosophy. Culver fans wont be disappointed
with these two tracks; one a murky trudge round an underwater cement factory,
the other an ohm drone, a burbling range of notes that if stretched across a hundred years
would be worthy of Cage.
Re-Clips Notes is a 16 track comp spanning the last ten years of their existence. Its a
slightly trippy slip and slide mix of hypnotic broken analogue beats, field recordings and
spacey ambience thats hardly original but still listenable. Im not averse to such working
but on recycled cassette the finished product is lost in a midden of muddy mid range.
All the above are cheap, welcome and come in editions of 50.
- IDWAL FISHER blog /Saturday, 21 November 2009

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PLEASURES AND DAYS: live
YOUR OWN SHADOW BLOCKS THE LIGHT compilation tape

"This is a tape, on which are collected various live tracks by Pleasures and Days,
from the years 2002-2004. They have the definite feel of genuine old-school
industrial - beats, simple backgrounds, Lauri Luhta's angry, blurry vocals.
The sound quality is rough, with audience noise and other distractions, but that too
just seems appropriate. Particularly No More is a really catchy tune, which benefits
from being captured from the stage.
For me, it shows exactly why the old timers of industrial managed to be so impressive
with even crude rhythmic expressions. On the other hand, when one listens to this
tape several times, it becomes noticeable that there aren't that many elements in the
music, and it could just as well be fully playback as it could be intensely live-made.
Then again, when one compares it to the same tracks which are on the Peak Age
album, one has to but appreciate the extra edge they have gained here. And in any
case, Absolute Othereness is a damn fine song.
Pleasures and Days is clearly a band that needs live circumstances in order to really
reach its full potential. On this tape, that has been done. If you're into slightly melodic,
strongly rhythmic retro-industrial, do pick this up and give it an active listen."

"This collection of tracks by apparently Finnish experimental artists contains both the
easily anticipated basic things as well as surprising genius. Most of the songs are
unfortunately from the first category, offering guitar-minimalism, just-generic-minimalism,
or develop nowhere.
Luckily the other side is represented too: Grey Park's Asian Driver is all its simple
monumentalism one of the bands best tracks ever, a short wave of sound that says
all that needs to be said.
On the same level is also Mosaic Antenna, who with rough, simple sounds dig into the
deep recesses of the listener's soul. In general, this tape leaves a bland feel - far too much
of the contents just grinds in place, going nowhere.
There is no change or development, nor do the repetitions give any reason to seek hypnosis in them
A couple of good tracks and a lot of secondary fillings.
Does not really inspire further listening."
- KUOLLEEN MUSIIKIN YHDISTYS / 11.03.2010

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PLESURES AN DAYS: live
"Aanitteita vuosien 2002 ja 06 valilta. Viisi kappaletta koneilla ja ties minkalaisilla
instrumenteilla. Heti alkuun taytyy sanoa etta nauhoite tai nauha on ihan paska,
aani patkii ja heiluu, ettei siina mielessa ihan oivallinen arviointikappale.
Ehkei tama ihan paska sinansa muutoin olisi, aika vinksahtanutta meininkia. Valilla taustoista
paatellen voisi kuvitella kuulevansa Sylvia tai jotain nopeampaa ja hamyisempaa versiota
Depeche Modesta. Vokaalit ovat senverran hautautuneet ettei niista saa oikein taytta selkoa,
mutta melko lupaavaa huutelua tuntuisi olevan.
Ei ainakaan mitaan hittimaakimista. Harmittaa hiukan kun tata olisi mielenkiinnosta voinut
kuunnella hiukan paremmallakin soundilla ja minahan en tosiaan mikaan hifisti ole.
Muunkinlaisia julkaisuja tuntuvat pistaneen pihalle ainakin myspacen perusteella, en tie
sitten onko aanen taso tata samaa. Tai hei, ehka se onkin juuri se idea.
- TOINEN VAIHTOEHTO nr.222 (6/2009)

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RE-CLIP: notes
I like these moments, when I can hear something new and be completely in the shadow
as to who is making these sounds. When it comes to re-clip, Im quite sure Id know the
person by sight, but I just wouldnt know that that particular person is behind this tape.
However, it doesnt really matter. In fact, all the better. I can put on this compilation tape,
released by Hyster Tapes and recommended to me by said labels operator, and wallow
in the blissful electronics, not knowing who the man behind these lovely lo-fi beats is.
It is inevitable, that one day I will learn the identity of re-clip, but until then, Ive got this
tape and I will play it at night, while riding my bike, to friends, during the day, at work or
whereever I please.
Electronic music-aficionados probably remember how good Aphex Twins Selected
Ambient Works-compilations are. This tape sort-of continues in that vein, consisting of
selected recordings spanning ten years of re-clips existence. Low fidelity beats collide
with ambient stylings, primitive techno and minimalism. As a dabbler in the field of
electronic music, Im in no position to give grand statements, but I can humbly state,
that this is exactly my kind of electronic music. Awesome! Also, this release comes
on recycled tapes. My copy is recycled on a russian vocabulary tape. Listened to
closely, one can hear the original audio playing in the background. How exciting is that?
- ERRORKRAUT blog / 11 JUL 2010

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SECOND ONE comp. tape
...The prosaically titled ‘Second One’ though is a real winner, a far more
upbeat affair for the most part with some fine head bobbing moments and a classic
track from the ever groovy Crank Sturgeon. Five tracks on one side and a side long
outing on the other. Aiko kick things off with some sample madness and what sounds
like photocopier noises layered on to amp buzz and a gently strummed acoustic guitar refrain.
Cleavage pump out eight minutes of murky heavy duty arms out straight, jab em into the keys
Emeralds like synth throb. Crank Sturgeon provides some garbled Schimpfluch lunacy in which
un-synced hand claps and Dada verbals mix with someone trying to talk whilst drinking and having
a piss at the same time. Re-Clip meanwhile appear to have morphed into some kind of Mego
tinged slow analogue beat machine. Not bad in a swaying, meditative Midwich kind of way. Which
on side one leaves Hiss Nausea and almost four minutes worth of distorted to buggery gabba beats.
This comp would have been just about perfect had it not been for the last ten minutes of the Varropas
track ‘Moln pa Drift 1978’. A gorgeously fragile side of crumbling drone in which a small and
recurring wobbly hit string motif is pulled through a landscape of wheezing machines and outer space
burbles. Even the deterioration in tape quality at the onset adds to the all round ambience, as it continues
upon its wavering path it grows in volume until the tape runs out. If it had carried on with its miserable
start to the very end I’d have been happier but you can’t have everything can you?
- IDWAL FISHER blog / Sunday, May 22, 2011 1:08 PM


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DEAR BELOVED HENRY / ALBERT MATERIA: split
Hyster are Finnish too. I remember them for a particularly impressive live Dieter Muh release and for
the fact that all their releases arrive on recycled cassette. Who Dear Beloved Henry is I have no idea though.
Here he give us a single 24 minute track of tape spool drone, sea side organ slowed and distorted, fingers on
fast running capstans until a revelation of its source; a Casio thump beat, a two chord keyboard chug with
plenty of right hand plink to while away the dying minutes.
Albert Materia’s mainly piano built songs sound like Cecil Taylor doing a David Sylvian impression in French.
On the first track you can actually hear him approach the piano and take a drink before cracking his knuckles and
launching into a song in which each machine gun strike of the piano matches a vocal utterance.
Anyone familiar with David Sylvian’s more out there moments will feel a similarity with the eleven minute, self
explanatory ‘Lullaby’. The French [?] accent, the mournful, wobbling delivery, the minor chords, the sense
that I feel Materia is making this up as he goes along all adds to the charm of the piece. With his voice wavering
between a dithering falsetto and a stuttering fa fa fa f-f-f-f-resh-ness he manages to imbue his songs with a naivety
thats rarely found these days. His lyrics are also worth hearing:

I am the people
Where is my heart?
I am the chatter
I am the the noise, noise
I am the springtime noise


Its all rather marvelous. Somebody should give him a recording contract.
- IDWAL FISHER blog / jan 05, 2012

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HISS NAUSEA / NOLLS: split
Hyster is an interesting proposition of a label from Finland releasing tapes dubbed entirely from found cassettes,
with what looks to be a focus on Baltic and eastern European projects.
Mine is a Portugese-learning tape from 1988 (from Finland, of course), which I think would have been pretty trippy
on its own. But its new life as a split tape is more interesting thanks to Hyster.
The Hiss Nausea side (a Czech solo project) is made up of one sidelong piece. The opening section features vocal
incantations of all kinds, with plenty of heavily distorted microphone and looping. There are waves of extreme noise, but
mostly it’s steady but sparse, with barely recognizable source sounds and internal feedback creating a weird
improvisatory sequence. Eventually, some guitar finds its way into the mix, again with extremely sludgy distortion.
The piece at its midsection is a sludgy metal dirge with vocal chants and slow, atonal guitar chunking.

Nolls is a dual guitar-and-drums trio (from "Finzch", according to the label’s site) playing a set of improvised
hardcore. The power comes in waves, with occasional vocalizing, in an unbroken set of a half-dozen tunes with titles like
"Sunrape" and "Alpha Mail." Super scuzzy, disgusting recording quality. Fits the found-cassette
- FOXY DIGITALIS / jan 3, 2011

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UTON / GREY PARK: split
Uton describe their sounds as ‘experimental psychedelia’ which works OK, but I’d much prefer haunting ritualistic
missives in which Keiji Heino mutters the odd word into an egg whisk [this on Sähköhomooni]. On ‘Aquarias’ the
warbling vocalese as last heard on Hamburger Lady reappears this time with a trickling stream, restrained guitar thrash and
gently struck milk bottles for company, its as if motherly Gen was trying to sing you to sleep whilst Heino [him again] practices
downstairs with his headphones on. The rest is equally as joyous.
Grey Park’s three tracks span 1979 to 2012. I’m guessing ‘Black Keys’ is the more recent work, a looped two
note synth refrain that morphs into a seriously melancholy thrum in which the movie sampled phrase ‘black keys’ is looped
and morphed into decay. ‘Waiting Music’ is a mid Hertz hum with wheezing accordion and tapped cymbal for company
and I’m guessing that the one minute and twenty seven seconds of electric guitar scrape, bass pluck, drone and adult voice
manipulated to sound like a baby crying is the track from 1979. If so, then bravo.
- IDWAL FISHER blog / oct 28, 2012

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VARROPAS: Untitled LP (Hyster 16/Ikuisuus IKU-039)
I first listened to this LP back in September after returning from the Cleckheaton Beer Festival. It was one of those perfect
late summer days when the sun shone brilliantly and the sky was a brilliant azure, not a single cloud in sight. Arriving home
I put my feet up and put Varropas on the turntable [it had arrived that morning], within minutes I was instantly adrift, the beer
swirling around my head, the sun beaming through the window, it was one of those unforgettable moments in life when
everything seems just about perfect. And then I fell asleep.
Such is the languorous pace that Varropas proceeds at I decided that the only way to experience it and report back was by
being in a fully awake, fully alert state. I had a bit of a wait but when I found the prime conditions I played it again. And then
again. And again. And I’ve been playing it about once a week ever since. I may end up playing it over and over again for
the rest of my life.
Varropas are a Finnish duo who create loop like sounds from [lets look at the cover and guess] cassette tapes. The results aren’t
that dissimilar from what Stuart Chalmers is doing in Bristol and in his quieter moments Neil Campbell - multi layered loops of
tape tone and synth and electric guitar all mixed to form a new whole with, I dare say, the odd electronic gadget being poked at
during the right moments and perhaps a toy piano, I could of course be totally wrong. Add in some dubby sound effects and the
result is one of those extremely rare releases that begs to be played continuously.
There are two side long tracks with ‘Clipperty’ setting the pace with a Sci-fi like soundtrack where an alien nation sends
down greetings to earth via the medium of some carefully played reverbed synth keys. The Clangers exchange greetings afore
a stoned out of his head John Fahey remembers he can only remember five notes and plays them in a loop until the needle lifts.
Its a spaced out stoner classic with traces of an electric guitar bleeding through like Fripp trying to turn Eno on with some languid
rolls down the fretboard, the gentle rocking of a wooden ball in a hollow log. And thats the way its stays for the best part of a
quarter of an hour.
‘Bogdanovin Tektologiya’ picks up the baton on side two and its here that the dub effects really take effect - a wheezy
accordion lets go a repeated solitary note, a teleprinter churns out the football results, a banjo string is plucked from twenty miles away.
The pace is funeral in the extreme, like wading through syrup after ingesting to much Largactil. Its a weed burners dream where the pace
is reduced to bare life presence, a blip on the monitor, still breathing but only just.
Varropas have appeared before via Hyster, a label who release plenty of good music of a similar vein, most of it on recycled cassettes
that cost but one single euro to purchase. Its one of those labels that you envisage as being your own in a ‘no promo bar photocopies
flyers and only a very basic website’ way. Its a split with fellow Finnish troupers Ikuisuus and one of my favourite LP’s of the year.
- IDWAL FISHER blog, Thu, Nov 28, 2013

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FOUR LETTER WORLD comp. tape
Hyster is a Finnish label specialising in the more austere end of the no-audience underground. Artwork is from the photocopied greyness
& musty collage school. The tape releases are recycled and lovingly battered. The artists tend to be Northern European beans sweeping
round the iron-filings factory. So far it’s all pretty dope. This simple little tape opens my ears to a few unfamiliar names and presents
the ever-wonderful Yol in a new context. Here goes…
Crap sampled horn and heavy dub effects over a skronky-ass scribble open the proceedings with a piece from LEITMOTIV LIMBO.
Then there’s a gap…and then the slum-horn strikes up again. It’s all over in under 3 minutes and I love the off-handedness of this.
There’s a serious ‘I don’t give a fuck’ to the way it’s shaped and presented. Like the slouching teenager outside the off-license...
he doesn’t even want you to go in and buy some Special Brew for him…he just wants to see you squirm like a middle-class liberal.
GREY PARK are a perfectly named project for this kind of gristle. There’s a bone-freezing dawn mist outside. But, pulling on warm socks
and boots, you crunch through the most beautiful field of silver-frosted grass; each blade a perfect pewter shard. Looking back you see your own
heavy footprints creating rhythmic dark patches like rough stitching on a blanket.
Breeze block rumble and the cough-glotty howls from cattle baron YOL opens side two. This ‘disappointing human-head pulled out’
kinetic-poetry and furious violent honks are artfully tempered with some real subtle tin-tapping, stone grumble and an almost hissing scat coda
from our man from Hull. Six minutes long and over in a flash.
The mid-1980s synth tone mumble over record-player-run-out-groove ‘schhhhlip, schhhhlip’ and recorded babble make %20 come across
like Tangerine Dream got a bonk on the head. Recorded live in Chomsky Bar, Riga it says here. I picture this played on Newcastle’s
Diamond Strip at closing time. Tottering heels and big-armed boys slow the dance from which all dances come, the hen-night quietens to silence
and all take stock of bitter lives lived. No one returns on Saturday.
- RADIO FREE MIDWICH blog / March 19 2014 9:26 am

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FOUR LETTER WORLD comp. tape
side a
reminiscent of fusion jazz and transcendental psych-dance, the first song is a high octane repeating two chord progression accompanied
by crude sax wailings and accentuated with what sounds like sticks on pots and pans. It fucking rules. the second song is mysterious but
thematically similar. It could be from the same band and the saxaphone seems to open up a bit and show a larger tonal and improvisational range.
But then (?!?!?!) the cassette clicks off? Bummer! I dunno what happened, maybe a recording whoops ...
A long interval of silence occurs until a new and more intense frequency slowly rises in volume without break. Like an approaching tornado,
it sounds like wind and the wind sound gradually increases in volume. Slowly its clear that the tornado is pulsating to a specific time signature,
or beat. My brain slowly listens to the milliseconds of frequency until miniature melodies emerge from the wicked tornado. Subtly and mysteriously
through the chaos of feedback, the noise jam evolves at a turbo rate to become on the brink of a headbanger, but alas, it remains just harsh noise.
The song ends without much structural resolution; an unclear, muffled sentence is revealed, but then the cassette jets off. Pretty good.
side b
Do you watch Game of Thrones? Because the first song of side B of this cassette sounds like Calishi's husband reciting a vengeance ritual to
his tribal followers while Clanging a cow bell and sawing a jagged blade through a skullbone ... one man against the universe here. Utter desperation,
plain and simple, you don't get many songs like this, at least not in this galaxy. I can't say it's not extreme.
The second song could quite possibly be an example of Helsinki Mind Control, as it's some cool contemporary chill psych noise jams and I was mesmerized.
A keyboard chord progression is a gentle return to structured sanity after recorded verbal assault of the prior song. Although the looping vocals and skipping
record hiss cutoff is soothing, we anticipate more harsh noise, but instead we're presented a bluesy moog synthesizer... the record skip serves as a time keeper
which mimics a percussion instrument. These ingredients make something both edgy but within the boundaries of a classic 4 part looping electronic rock act.
It even starts sounding a little like Vangelis' Blade Runner soundtrack.
I have to take some points off for technicalities. The cassette had a lot of dead air and I don't know if the song cut off on Side A was intentional, but it was annoying.
- CASSETTE GODS / Jack Turnbull / May 20, 2014

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DEAR BELOVED HENRY / ALBERT MATERIA: split
Hyster Tapes are punk as all fuck – black and white J-card, recycled tapes, photocopied flier advertising their warez (pictured) – and I wholeheartedly approve.
Joe grokked the FOUR LETTER WORLD compilation back in March and as a result Heikki of the label kindly sent this too. Gotta keep that goodwill circulating –
keeps it fresh and vital.
The Dear Beloved Henry side of this split, one 24 minute track titled ‘Advent’, is one of the best things I’ve heard all year. It is deceptively simple in execution:
a flowing electronic drone groove with a vaguely East Asian feel – like 1970s Krautrock that has been listening to a bunch of gamelan LPs – works through the variations.
However, every so often a magnetic pull distorts it off course and adds an intriguing, complicating layer of discordance. It’s like it was mastered to VHS and someone is
now messing with the tracking. Is this an artefact of duping it to an old recycled tape or is this woosiness wholly intended? The result is magical either way.
Sadly the Albert Materia side, several tracks of fractured poetry with piano accompaniment, was not for me. Can’t win ‘em all, eh?
- RADIO FREE MIDWICH blog / October 17, 2014 at 2:26 pm

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KEIJO: Koti kaukainen LP (HYSTER19 / IKU-041 / TNT-33)
Yksi suomen parhaista blues-muusikoista julkaisee soololevyn. Laulukieli on tälläkertaa suomi ja levyn avainfraasi on "Ota mikä vaan ja ala soittaa. Tätä hetkeä
ei tule toista". Keijon musiikki tuntuu hetkessä syntyneeltä. Se on tietenkin illuusio, koska nämä ovat selvästi johonkin pisteeseen sävellettyjä kappaleita.
Keijon musiikki on täynnä rakoja ja säröjä. Se hajoilee, natisee, paukkuu, meinaa jäädä oman itsensä alle, mutta välill äsävellys on niin vankkaa tekoa
ettei se tunnu lainkaan uhatulta tai empivältä - nimibiisi on hyvä esimerkki. Se synnyttää heti halun tehdä oma versio. Koti kaukainen tuo mieleen varhaisen Will
Oldhamin, ajalta jolloin hän vielä julkaisi musiikkia nimellä Palace Music tai Palace Brothers. Blues on varsinkin tekstipuolella aina ollut vaikea lokalisoida Suomeen,
mutta tällä levyllä Keijo osuu komeasti napakymppiin kappaleessa Kuun alla. se on kuin suomalainen versio Willie Dixonin Seventh sonista. Tekstit ovat kautta linjan
uskomattoman vahvoja, mutta Joskus tuntuu täytyy nostaa erikseen esiin. "Jos sinne voi nähdä, sinne voi lähteä" on jotenkin musertavan hienosti sanottu. Ja kappale
harhailee sinne tänne epämääräisesti...
- SOUNDI, 12/2014

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MUSTAT KALSARIT: 7" EP (HYSTER18 / JUMATSUGA / ROCK N ROLL BULLSHIT RECORSD / TNT TAPES & RECORDS SERVICES, 2014)
A punk record from Finland has, by grace of history, the potential to be a really explosive thing, or at the very least, something so weird that it stands in a class by itself. Blame
Radiopuhelimet or the Bad Vugum label or Räjäyttäjät (or even “What Does The Fox Say”) for having set my expectations so high in decades past. Mustat Kalsarit
plays pretty standard butt-rock with some guitar detonation on “Olen Pahoillani” but what really struck me is that the four labels it took to birth this thing almost perfectly
summarized my experience as a listener. “Hyster Tapes” signifies hysteria, the realm of violent possibility that this record was gonna knock me off my chair the second I
put it on. “Jumatsuga” (a word that, at press time, means nothing to me) encapsulates my wan disappointment and confusion when the music turned into … wait for it …
“Rock ‘N’ Roll Bullshit.” By the end I wanted to strap some “TNT” to it and blow it into a million pieces.
- STILL SINGLE blog 2/2015

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TIETOKONEDUOJ&J/LOST SNIVEL (HYSTER20, 2015)
Finnish label Hyster Tapes (named are the former forklift company? My dad would have been proud) use recycled tapes for their releases, 'except when not cassettes'.
They sometimes also release vinyl. Here we have two bands/projects I think are new to me. Apparently Tietokoneduo J&J is a duo doing improvisations on laptops.
Their piece lasts twenty-nine minutes and starts out in a rhythmic way, maybe a bit Pan Sonic like, but without the massive beats. Maybe a Pan Sonic light?
Throughout the twenty-nine minutes they keep feeding this little bit of rhythmic information into all sorts of effects - on their laptop, I assume, but it also sounds these
could be analogue sound effects from time to time - slowing them down. The label notes 'almost touching techno at points', but that's not something I heard in this;
it's a word that has been used wrongly I guess. This laptop duet sounds all right, nothing spectacular or earth shattering; just a decent set of improvised electronic music
with a bit of minimal rhythm. On the other side we find Lost Snivel, with a fifteen-minute piece of music that sounds recorded live, but maybe is not live at all. It's a bit
of a noise piece, which uses the output signal of a faulty DAT tape it seems, being fed through a bunch of sound effects. This is nothing that goes over the top very much,
in terms of noise that is, but it's nevertheless quite a fine piece of, that word again, decent experimentalism. Both sides are exactly the kind of thing that should be on a cassette
release, I think. The cover aesthetics is rather low, but it fits the recycled nature of the tapes I guess.
- VITAL WEEKLY #980

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L´INCORONAZIONE (HYSTER21, 2015)
Another release on Hyster Tapes, who re-use old tapes for their releases, which I believe is a great thing. Very green, if you get my drift. In this particular case it turns to be a compilation.
I recognized Debt Of Nature (the name rather than the music that much, it seems) and R.S.T. (at least, if that was the same R.S.T. that had a release on Corpus Hermeticum, ages ago) but
the other three names didn't mean anything. Oddly enough there is a sentence of information per band, so I learn that record executives can mail Dear Beloved Henry if, based on the two
excerpts they want release a 4LP set. Their first piece is a bit noise based, with loops feedback sounds and something that reminded me acoustic loops, while the other one is a very refined
drone piece; maybe it's recorded with a bunch of guitars and looper pedals in drone modus? Either way this piece sounds really good, but who has the money to release a 4LP set by a band,
which has one tape and one split tape release? Debt Of Nature, still active in 2015, has here a recording from 1983 of some hissy field recordings mixed with crudely cut tape loops on a
reel-to-reel machine. It may blend into the piece by R.S.T., but hard to tell at which point that is, as this is of collage-like nature too. Grey Park opens up the B-side with a rather short piece
of electronics, synths and such, but it's over before one knows this. Autumn Appreciation Society from Frankfurt and offer quite an intense piece of crashing feedback and noise captured in
a rehearsal space for that elementary noise-rock sound. This is a highly enjoyable compilation with some excellent pieces, and the whole thing oozing that 80s feel, complete with black and
white Xeroxed cover. That's how we like these best.
- VITAL WEEKLY #1006

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L´INCORONAZIONE (HYSTER21, 2015)
Solid compilation of obscure bangers from this lovely label. Ive said it before but unexpectedly receiving stuff like this in the mail is what makes life worth living. so we have dear Beloved Henry,
R.S.T., Autumn Appreciation Society, Grey Park and Debt Of Nature, and even though i was only familiar with the latter two acts before i almost started to cry when i ripped apart the jiffy bag
like the greedy fucker i am and saw the lineup. Dont know anything about Dear Beloved Henry, i assume they are from finland, but this is great stuff anyhow. Tender droning fucked up by crudeish
electronics, got me thinking of Crawl Unit or something but i dont know. Crispy and delicate. Their second track is more straight up glacial droning, you never want it to end but it does. Two good
tracks, supposedly being excerpts from longer pieces and there is even a blurbfrom the band requesting interested label to get in touch for a LP release. There seems to be some kind of Debt Of
Nature revival going on, even with some 2015 recordings recently surfacing on cassette. Not sure if ´I am Flashing Towards The Response Track´ on this compilation is new stuff or not, but
extremely nice juxtaposition of radio manipulation, piano samples and field recordings it is. R.S.T. provides with the weird ´In Odio´, lots of stuff going on and I dont know what to think about
this one. Theres this strange and very loud drum segment in the middle of the track which is pretty stupid and cool. Grey Park is still going wrong and unfortunately their ´Logic´ is way too
short and very quiet, but i think there is a piano somewhere. Autumn Appreciation Society seems to be from Frankfurt but thats about the information ive been able to find. Gritty and muffled sounds
of god knows what, with snippets of what could be sampled public transportation announcements.
- FÖRDÄMNING #8 zine

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L´INCORONAZIONE (HYSTER21 , 2015)
Hyster Tapes brings forth this e.p. length compilation offering of electronic wizardry. Opening and closing with untitled cuts by Dear Beloved Henry, my interest wandered a bit while DBH
screeched through several minutes of nails-to-chalkboard audio trickery. Debt Of Nature follows with nearly eight minutes of more listenable tonal landscaping. R.S.T., Grey Park and
Autumn Appreciation Society fill in the remaining space with creative but not quite captivating offerings before Dear Beloved Henry come to bat to round things off. All said, this is a listenable
but not necessarily inspiring offering. The compilation nature of the album with multiple artists does tend to break up the sameness of many single artist tapes in the genre. This format is to be
encouraged when presenting relative unknowns into the spotlight. Plus marks for concept. The tape comes with a black and white homemade j-card insert contains artists, track names and times.
This is housed in a standard Norelco plastic case. The only label info is catalogue number and year of release (2015).
- Bob Zilli, CASSETTE GODS blog / Tuesday, March 15, 2016

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ZOE POLANSKI: Inertia: music from the motion picture (HYSTER23, 2017)
Heres a new release on the label that only uses recycled tapes and Zoe Polanski sometimes is called Bela Tar
according to her bandcamp under that name she is from Israel. I am merely quessing here if this is all true.
On Discogs it says for this tape: "Original scrore [sic] for the motion picture "Inertia". Dir: Idan Haguel, 2015",
and that this is a single sided tape. It is the only release listed by Zoe Polanski. The film exists, according to
IMDB and its plot summary reads like this: "Mira Segal wakes up screaming one morning to discover that her
husband has disappeared. The police open a Missing Person file and advise her to wait. As weeks turn into
months, Mira continues to search for him while exploring her own desires and the guilt of not wanting him back".
Four pieces here on this cassette of eerie electronics mostly, played with bit of sound effects for extra-terrestrial
treatment. In the last two pieces these electronic treatments sound like a recording of a string orchestra
being processed and it has that somewhat vague ancient Hollywood feel to it, a fairground soundtrack in
black and white, but stretched out and alien. Obviously I have no idea if this is the kind of soundtrack that
fits the movie very well, but as stand alone music it surely works quite well. (FdW)
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ZOE POLANSKI: Inertia - music from the motion picture (HYSTER23, 2017)
Real film vs fake soundtrack // fake film vs real soundtrack // real film vs real soundtrack // fake film vs fake soundtrack

I started to ponder this conundrum and then just gave up. This may or may not be a Zoe Polanski or a further pseudonym - Bela Tar - but what this is, 100% truthfully, is one damn fine tape of pushed-out synth/sampler swoop with the buttons taped down on the "ecstatic strings" option.
Imagine taking one split micro-second of 10CC's "im not in love" and smearing that Brummy "ahhhhhhhh" all over 20 minutes of atmospheric and recycled tape. Imagine catching a drip of MBV's sampler-drek "hhuuuuuuhhuuuuu" and coating your atmos with that saucy ferric message.
"Capiche?"
Like an endless happy yawn the constant dragging of the orchestra pit makes me sleepy and lightheaded...but for such a brief soundtrack, moods and motifs keep emerging so im also on caffeine-soaked red alert.
The two note breathy faux-voice crops up hystering across the mix like a sea cow or something in "Mother's Theme". A sepia-stained, 6th generation dub of (perhaps) a smoke-filled cinema organ adds rhythm to the beautiful yet creepy "TV Nightmare".
- RADIO FREE MIDWICH blog / April 11th, 2017 at 7:13

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L'INCORONAZIONE (HYSTER21, 2015)
More ultra-lo-fi tape scrapings from the house of Hyster.
My copy is taped over a "Pallo Punainen" release but sounds excelent and full and wobbly, especially as DEAR BELOVED HENRY hawk out a couple of wonderful untitled tracks that seem to bridge the gap between Gastr Del Sol's sweetly-composed minimal whimsy and the raw burst of anger unleashed when you realise your car's been nicked.
No clues as to wat turns on DEBT OF NATURE - bird sounds and cicada-menace haunt their dismal keyboard slouch like teenagers forced to go to Sunday School. They may tit about in the kitchen but the leavings are pure Lambkin.
Irregular tappings and knocks play us out the first side with R.S.T. seemingly rattling some old rubber-junk while a tape of MAx Roach gets more and more distorted in one ear.
Old school hock-rockers GREY PARK reveal a decayed piano tune that doesnt even reach the 3 minute mark but for me could have continued all afternoon - abstrack ivory plonk - what's not to love?
Without a single Ray Davies riff the AUTUMN APPRECIATION SOCIETY sweep up a baffling collection of grim found sound and added scuzz-electronics. If this is an autumn scene in Finland then it seems to be heavily industrial Snow-Plows clunking apart to transform into gilded robots.
- RADIO FREE MIDWICH blog / April 11th, 2017 at 7:13

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