Entering the two-digit era, Clear Memory presents this carefully curated compilation. Oscillating between Dark Acid Rain and L-Town-(Ultra)-Funk. Six surprises, six boxes of pandora, six welcoming arms, six uncanny offers.
Strange Submissions from an extraterrestrial breed. Half Dog, Half Human, Half Racketeer. Hayter and Milium, the ones to first witness these outlandish sounds, present Dog Balls – Tell It To My Dog. A 6-track EP made by and for the shapeshifter in each of us. Dark and bittersweet hymns of loved ones long lost, robotic odes to fetching and synth-laden dialectics on shoplifting. A once in a lifetime offer. Be quick for their ship will come. Welcome onboard flight number CLEAR008 with service from Leipzig to the Bermuda Triangle. We are experiencing some difficulties at the moment, caused by an overpowered VR-System. As a result, we are subjected to steely bass thunders. Oddities of crisp and bouncy fashion. Dark, yet tempting. Bright, yet unsettling. We’ll initiate Project 15. The weather at our destination is expected to be leicht bewölkt, sonst hayter, though. This is the new normal, this is the new fear. Fasten your seatbelts and prepare to overtake reality. With it’s third issue, Clear Memory is about to bring future good memories. Kicking off are tracks by Mr. Beef – who is a founding member of the crew and puts out a nasty anthem – and Hayter who is celebrating his solo debut reflecting his gastronomical preferences. We are yet again forcing our members to interact vigorously in order to form new groups such as Yarn Init & Stranded Wires who share not only the side of a record but also their sound aesthetics: sharp machine funk. A record to listen to as a whole. A walk in the park – a step in the dark. Don’t trip! The veil falls, as the transmitter that is Clear Memory commences to send for a second time. Light is being shed on the works of Milium, Westlake & Hayter, Robyrt Hecht and Varum. Four tracks of scientifically crafted tunes, full of rugged drums, menacing basslines, mesmerizing keys, voices that narrate both hard to swallow truths and declare their attachment. 140 g of Clear Memory Sound at various speeds and styles. |