Although caked and crusted in noise, it is meticulously assembled of minutiae, colourful debris caught up in a tornado.
Jake Hardy from Saskatoon possesses a fiercely independent, unruly mind in the process of creating some of the most insidious electronica ever to blow across the Prairies. He describes it as molding “feedback to sculpt sound into non-stop trashy dance rhythms as well as free form psychedelic sound sculptures.” Although I won’t even pretend to have a grasp of his oeuvre to date (which includes plenty of visual art and a handful soundtrack commissions), there is something inexorable and self-perpetuating about it. Although caked and crusted in noise, it is meticulously assembled of minutiae, colourful debris caught up in a tornado.
Two extended tracks totally thirty minutes make up this singular release. “Papa Don’t Think Nothin” seems like it’s falling apart but It is actually a handful of distorted and determined electrical charges chasing an undeterred pulse, which evolves into something resembling a detourned, chugging rhythm’n’blues, led by an wounded electric organ pumping out fresh arterial oxblood. The second track, “Mama Don’t Say Nothin’,” though similarly distressed, is delicately ambient and antagonistically New Age at the same time, its flutes and round, bulbous synth melting into a plastic puddle as if a kid with a magnifying glass was training the sun’s rays on a running tape cassette.
The release is unabashedly DIY, a homemade CDR with the title inscribed in magic marker slid into a folded, handdrawn and stamped piece of construction paper.
Papa Don’t Think Nothin’, Mama Don’t Say Nothin’ is available on Isolated Now Waves.
