Stadiums & Shrines

Dreams of South Africa with Dumbo Gets Mad

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Snap. A flute’s groove dazzles through the canyon, its walls now breathing a fiery brown and green.

Snap. The great celestial lid pops off, giving way to broad strokes of purple and rose.

Each snap from the giant hand sends another piece of the Republic heating wildly out of grayscale. Every creature within reach of the kaleidoscopic call responds. The zebras are the first to act; their tails wrapped to one another, they leap in unison—out of their two-toned suits for good.

“Come on down,” people sing from the building tops. Gravity be damned, the crystal balls won’t fall, the whole show floats.

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Dumbo Gets Mad is Italian provocateurs of psychedelia, Lucas and Carlotta. The duo plan to follow up their 2011 debut with the release of Quantum Leap via Bad Panda Records in early 2013, of which “Bam Bam” and “Radical Leap” have been given advance streams/screens.

Dreams of Venezuela with Meadowlands

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On any square of the calendar, Angel Falls, the world’s highest uninterrupted waterfall, drew the eyes of hundreds. Deservingly so. But today it moved differently, vibrating like the strings of a harp—clouded, as if rethinking the pace of its own flow. One could say it had been interrupted.

Down below, the people reacted to the rumblings in far less harmony; a siren sounded, cueing most to flee. Still, from the bridge a small crowd looked on as darkness overtook the crest of the tallest mountain. Above it emerged the cause of this eclipse, something no person at that distance could quite define.

In a slow, mesmerizing descent, the structure carved across the countryside, denting sheets of land with ease. And with under a mile to go, and among the last inches of daylight, the silhouette finally took shape. A mast grew, and out from each opening of this incomprehensible vessel, arms dangled elongated and sinewy, their glow bouncing off Angel Falls and into the dusk.

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Meadowlands is Brooklyn-based synth-expressionist Michael McGregor, who currently has work being released through Hexagon, Patient Sounds, and Moon Glyph (including a track on their recent two volume compilation).

Dreams of Sweden with M. Sage

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Sailing again; doing anything else was a foreign notion. Even from his perspective—easily pleased within the right company, and nearly colorblind—the dog understood.

He wasn’t able to see the details his master so closely admired—the way emerald leapt from the mountainside, the way cyan bounced off the ship masts, or how gold momentarily engulfed the city, which, as the days came to their close, would sink directly into the horizon, drowning its noise for the night.

True, the dog wasn’t able to recognize that.

To him, it was all heard in chimes and muffled cracks, like bells in the foreground and fireworks in the distance. A symphony of confusion.

To him, it was all seen in grey chaos. A warped mirror held against the dark, brackish water.

This version of that magic was the only kind he knew, and the Baltic Sea approved.


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Matthew Sage is a veteran abstractionist from Fort Collins, Colorado, who recently shared not one, but two albums with us, and will be here next week.

Dreams of Alaska with Teen Daze

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He didn’t know exactly why his parents had chosen Blue Lake…something about how deeply blue it was. Details beyond that weren’t particularly interesting to an adolescent mind; the sound of scenery had its way of going unnoticed, especially when drowned out by the melody of laughter emanating from the forest—one which he proceeded to follow as his family set up camp.

The setting sun cut the forest at a slant; a mist crept past the treetops. The feint laughter glided in and out of range; behind branches shined her eyes. She ran in spurts, occasionally slowing to see if he’d kept up. The chase was steady—an eternity, he thought.

At a clearing she stopped. Tall blades of grass met each of their shoulders, which had now finally aligned. And before them an oddly matted patch waited on the ground. Without words the two laid flat, their breath seeping into the stars above which had begun to dot the sky. She reached up and traced the hunter and his bow, then gestured the effect of an arrow’s pierce. The horizon followed the motion of her hand as if by command, widening until Blue Lake had become fully wrapped in black. And from its gash poured out an impossibly neon aurora.

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Teen Daze is a Vancouver-based bliss devotee and a swell guy. His forthcoming LP The Inner Mansions arrives via Lefse Records November 6th, and one of its gardens just opened up here yesterday.