With Jeff holding down all things Low End and Brainfeeder, I’ve quietly become obsessed with the work of Dayve Hawk AKA Memory Tapes AKA Memory Cassette AKA Weird Tapes AKA Dangerdoom (err…). Madlibesque affinity for alter-egos aside, Hawk’s take on dream-pop defies the reductive signifiers foisted on the latest batch of indie-influenced electronic musicians (or is it electronic-influenced indie musicians?) Forgoing obvious nostalgia, […]

Seek Magic. Really? That sounds like the album title for a group of yoga instructors from Topanga Canyon unveiling their latest opus involving theremin, timpani, and really sweet vibes, bro. But it’s perversely appropriate. Memory Tapes’ implicit intent is to mine magic from the mundane, mixing sounds you faintly remember from faded childhood nostalgia with […]