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Starring Rebuilt Tranny, featuring the song “Indian Lady”.
| A1 | Indian Lady | 8:06 | ||
| Composed By – D. Ellis* | ||||
| A2 | Alone | 5:33 | ||
| Composed By – H. Levy* | ||||
| A3 | Turkish Bath | 10:18 | ||
| Composed By – R. Myers* | ||||
| B1 | Open Beauty | 8:28 | ||
| Composed By – D. Ellis* | ||||
| B2 | New Horizons | 12:22 | ||
| Composed By – D. Ellis* | ||||
There’s a big bucket of everything going on in this record. Carlos uses up to 48 “Dolbyized” tracks (including electronic/quasi-classical/ambient music composed and performed by Carlos along with environmental recordings including surf, birds, frogs, lightning, wind, rain, and anything else Mother Nature can cook up) at any given point in this monstrous psychoacoustic experiment. The whole effect simultaneously soothes and challenges the old noggin’ in the most curious way.
Here’s a simple way to describe it. Take one of Walter Carlos’ traditional early-electronic Moog pieces and mix it with one or two discs from the Environments series. Make sure they’re smooshed together nicely then board ‘em on Willy Wonka’s Psychedelic Boat Trip.
Only attempt in the company of a responsible adult. Or a frog bong.
Sonic Seasonings is a Double LP with four different “songs”, which are as follows:
Side 1: Spring (22:09 Minutes)
Side 2: Summer (21:31 Minutes)
Side 3: Fall (20:56 Minutes)
Side 4: Winter (20:31 Minutes)
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Click here to download Sonic Seasonings from vinyl at 320 kbps
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This is the third Tomita posting on this website, so I think it’s safe to say that I’m a big fan of his work. His primitive analog exudes a very primal aura. It’s as if he’s torturing circuits to get the sound he wants. Not run of the mill circuits, mind you, that harvest AC and DC in the fields for a living. No, he’s kidnapped gifted mezzo-soprano diodes from belly of a Sansui G-33000 Monster Receiver to whip and waterboard into fulfilling his deviant intent.
Alistair Tibbins: Tomita's Circuit Slave Trader
But as much as I love Tomita’s music it could be said that his album artwork rivals the songs in artistic merit. Take a good long look at the album cover above. True beauty and honesty: man flesh peeling away to expose robot thoughts and emotion. I think this may be the first time that the anatomy of a Japanese was accurately diagrammed. Until 1979 the scientific community was under the assumption that Japanese people were composed of warm flesh from surface to core. Tomita must have felt it was his duty to bring the truth to light and shed the shame of centuries past. What a burden it must have been for Isao Tomita to expose his magnesium manbits, and in effect the wiry privates of all Japanese citizens, to the entire world and end cyborg discrimination.
Almost as much as a burden as trying to understand why someone would set Tomita’s “Star Wars Theme” to photographs of Tubby comic book covers.
So, take your mind off of the bulbous animations of Tubby with a collection of album covers help compose Greatest Hits (with a few others as well).
Here’s two other Tomita albums for download on Rebuilt Tranny Records:
Bonus Vids:
| A1 | “Star Wars” Main Title | 3:04 | ||
| A2 | Clair De Lune (Suite Bergamasque, No. 3) | 5:48 | ||
| A3 | Close Encounters Of The Third Kind | 2:21 | ||
| A4 | Golliwog’s Cakewalk (Children’s Corner, No. 6) | 2:50 | ||
| A5 | The Planets: Mars, The Bringer Of War | 7:44 | ||
| B1 | Space Fantasy | 1:58 | ||
| B2 | Hora Staccato | 3:29 | ||
| B3 | Symphony No. 5: 2nd Movement (Allegro Marcato) | 5:14 | ||
| B4 | Firebird Suite: Infernal Dance Of King Kastchei | 4:08 | ||
| B5 | Pictures At An Exhibition: Great Gate Of Kiev | 6:14 |
This album makes my saddle squishy. Luckily, the included stickers quickly dried my sweet, viscous tears!
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There isn’t much I know about King Of Woolworths. There isn’t even a Wikipedia entry for the group. The little I’ve found out about project has been through sites run by fans around the globe. I only know that I LOVE this album.
It was only by a chance that I ever even heard about them in the first place. During the summer of 2002 the radio station WOXY, in Oxford, OH at the time, starting playing this curious little track called “To The Devil A Donut.” It started off in slow rotation but eventually made it into heavy play for a few solid months. I’m not sure the DJs even knew much about it…they just liked it so they put it on the radio.
It’s a pretty creepy track with bits from an old horror movie entitled “To The Devil A Daughter”. On the face there are very obvious reasons why it’s got a case of the creep. It uses snippets of dialogue about baptizing a baby in the blood of her dead mother, bringing that babe up in seclusion as the devil, and then pumping her full of morphine. You know, the usual.
But it’s not really what’s on the face that makes it creep hypnotique, verging on a dream. With every song on this album I envision myself lying on the ground, staring face up at a different situation. The beat, the strange use of strange 70′s British synth, and the vaporous ambient cloud swallows you up and spits you out on another locale at each track’s start
With “To The Devil A Daughter” I envision myself sprawled out in a cold cellar of an ancient English country manor. It’s so old, in fact, that the floor is composed of soft, damp earth instead of hard cement. The walls are large stone without caulk. The ceiling is comprised of old oak beams, covered in spider webs. The room is lit by the soft but terrifying flicker of torch light. Hooded shadows work their way in and out of the ominous glow, always threatening but never pouncing. The suspense is terrible but just as it comes to a climax the track changes and I’m transported elsewhere.
In “Theydon” I’m lying on the beach somewhere on the coast of the North Sea. I don’t know how I got there and I don’t know why I’m wet and I don’t know why I’m wearing a blue and white fleece because I don’t ever wear fleece but I don’t care. I don’t care because beautiful music floats over my drenched body and connects me with the little pebbles covering my jeans. I say hello to the passing gulls. The sun rises and I worry temporarily that it will melt my bones, but the fear quickly passes and I’m at peace. Everything’s OK.
The album takes turns tossing you psychologically from dark to light, harm to safety. It’s like a continually operating wooden rollercoaster in an abandoned park that you keep riding over and over and over. You always think it’s gonna jump the tracks and fling you into a bloody underbrush demise. But it doesn’t, it keeps on round and round in a beautiful and terrifying loop.
I think Mr. King Of Woolworths himself, Jon Brooks, puts it best: “Everything’s fine, but there is something not quite right about it.”
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