Stadiums & Shrines

Dreams of Uruguay with Persona La Ave

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The men and women of leisure shift about, a parasol fleet pinwheeling over the statues. Good-intentioned pleasantry for the cafe folk, though ultimately a vain attempt to reset the sun’s dial: a hand-fan in a heatwave. Striding clockwise, their movements catalyze mutation in unison, synched to a telepathic beat… a flamboyant, molecular jam.

The iron masses charge into motion. Off their pedestal stasis, stallions and all, they zig-zag beyond the palm frond canopies, adding one last ceremonious brim-tip to South America’s own twisted Riviera.

A departure to the envelope’s limit.

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Persona La Ave is southern space funk reverend Dylan Dawkins. These days he’s often found on stage supervising the low end for Royal Bangs. Until Persona’s proper return, there’s plenty left to groove with in last year’s Temptation EP.

Dreams of Algeria with Ricky Eat Acid

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Filling every cast of the veranda, bending every branch toward a smile, her voice greets the entrance of night. The drapes luff…

…the winding, narrow-terraced streets of Alger la Blanche idle beyond the window, a muted bloom. If not for this curtain’s dancing, that exquisite hum tracing the hillside, he thought, we’d be adrift in the middle of the Mediterranean.

And with another lapse of heavy lids: they are an island, untucked, reclining at sea… until the dawn converges.

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Ricky Eat Acid is the one and only Sam Ray. The piece above will soon join 14 others as Three Love Songs, Sam’s first release as Ricky Eat Acid since 2011’s excellent Seeing Little Ghosts Everywhere.

Dreams of Austria with Candy Claws

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A milky bridge rolls over the alps of Zell am See. Morning glory foreign.

Somewhere in the valley, a cathedral bellows. Organ cries ricochet in thermal currents.

A great lift; the wings respond.

White horses prance below, their lines written loosely across the vast face of the mossy glade.

Curiously charmed, the passengers wish this drift to last—to reach some zephyr’s summit, or recede into the lost sanctuary. Or even to arrive in the company of extinct creatures.

Alas, the shade casts across the patchwork, racing to meet the glider as its brief voyage hovers to an elegant halt.

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Candy Claws are no strangers to lands dreamt or hidden. We’re honored they decided to hang here with us, coincidentally right before backpacking the Austrian Alps in reality, which is roughly where they are at the moment. Ceres & Calypso in the Deep Time, their 4th full length album, is due out June 25th on twosyllable.

Dreams of Israel with Recycle Culture

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Moons rest low enough to touch. Everything; all walls and walkways, even the luminescent spheres themselves, porcelain.

Men wander the labyrinth of labyrinths of labyrinths, peaking in and out of corridors. Passing the same markets again and again and again… they pick up telephones, only to meet the vacant hiss of the exiled. Omnipresent mantras tangle in the shadings of stone and menacing branches.

They find doors within doors within doors, confronting interiors far larger than spatial reasoning would suggest. Beyond one frame, a desert fortress overlooks the Dead Sea at high noon, a panning mirage. Inside another, the scene repeats from the opposite vantage, hours later, glistening under moons partially submerged in salt. Through the next, a threshold brightens at dawn, clearing the fortress and the sea overhead, its reflection cycling from speck to surge—cumalitively, again, rippling porcelain without end.

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Recycle Culture is the project of an Erik, whose whereabouts for now remain simply on the World Wide Web, in a collection of masterful downtempo and uptempo work found at bandcamp.