This blog is mostly dormant. I still review occasional cassettes and zines. Why The Tapes Play Records was a cottage industry indie music label releasing very limited run cassettes, & cds. The label is on hiatus as of 2020, as much of our lives has been on hold and focused on matters of heart, survival, and spiritual nurturance. Why The Tapes Play may return in the future. Feel free to contact me at freeradioskybird@icloud.com
Friday, September 14, 2018
Cave People - Salt
I don't have much intel on this band, other than according to their Bandcamp page here is the personnel lineup:
Drums by Derrick Macias Brandon
Guitar, Keyboards, and Bass by Russell Edling
Guitar and Vocals by Dave Tomaine
Salt is a five song EP that veers through indie folk territory with a nod or two to the punk aesthetic. The strongest songs bookend this cassette Are You Looking and I Shall Believe. Little did I know that I Shall Believe is a Sheryl Crow cover - it's an outstanding, religious anthem to the need for comfort and honesty in relationships, which are not mutually exclusive. Salt is a major effort by a band that I hope will find its way into your ears in the not too distant future.
https://cavepeople.bandcamp.com/album/salt
Woolen Warrior - Dear Crone
Dear Crone is an object of handcrafted beauty with indie folk sensibilities from Sam Gray & friends from the Olympia WA music scene. The tape comes in a hand-sewn, hand-stamped bag with a vellum insert. Unfortunately the insert does not contain song titles or lyrics, which would be appreciated. Why? Because the pond here is deep, lyrically this is a starling and truthful document. The title track Dear Crone is a searing folk blues that unmasks intense and fragile human relationships:
I'm the lantern that burns through the night
you're the darkness that receives the light
when I hear your name
oh, please receive my light
These songs work together brilliantly like a musical river; moving past wellsprings of stark healing and beauty when least expected & end up leaning into the wind & rain - but not a cold wind, or a cold rain. Sometimes we ache for the light. And sometimes we are the light.
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