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We write this in July, but we are already yearning for the end-year-lists. December is that time of year again when every Moses, Dick, and Dominican gets wet dreams from vain pretensions and shares his end-year lists. Some follow the herd and some feel special and burp names even they had not heard an hour ago. Lists have become circuses of their own, so why not just jump on the bandwagon there? Well, to see us making asses of ourselves takes a little time as we are waiting until it all drains out. And honestly, we are driving on a fun and mellow curve here, so let us just be!
Last night we posted about Hot & Cold and boasted about our canto-psych analog noise waves. Tonight and hereby we would like to accentuate that affection by extending a memory that has been stifled for four years. It’s the fuzzy uber-experimentalism of Beijing’s Soviet Pop. After their debut Dialogue, they made a 4-track EP titled Suweiai Bopu, and then the duo became silent (if they are not masters of disguise and playing with us). Goaty Tapes (now alas out of print), from whence you can still purchase Dialogue described their formula as “drum patterns stick to four-four at mid-tempo, vocals maintain an unexpressive monologue [and] melodies rest on two or three notes”. We are dealing with ghosts again. They move in mysterious and occasionally RNG-like, if not oscillating, patterns and provoke a claustrophobic machine-operator environment towards an…
