FEB-041: Zone Tripper {WAR RADIO} c11
Trailer: www.youtube.com/watch?v=LOBS2PJW2Q8
2 new transmissions from this collaborative project by way of Florida and Philly. ZT continues to explore the bleak, synthetic landscapes of science fiction nightmare scenarios; with churning gears, whirling oscillators and a variety of other (analog & digital) sound sources. Mixing assistance by Patrick MCBratney (Lovebrrd, Lava Church). Limited to 25 copies on yellow opaque cassettes.

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Review: Decay Cast

Zone Tripper. This IS W A R R A D I O. Distant sonic transmissions from ancient wars passed, the recordings of dead soldiers calling out for a hault. Haunting, nauseous throbbing delayed bleeps and bopping morse code tones transmit a message of failure. The sounds themselves are somewhat interesting, somewhat generic sounding in their recordings style of blown out electronics but the samples, artwork, and titles, “Transmission 1 and Transmission 2″ take the cassette out of the realm of “just noise”m and frame this as ”lost recordings from abattle gone awry, they give more information to a toxic landscape of radio stuttering onto itself and caught in a dark, nauseating loop. The quality is pretty low for the recording, but again this supports the title and project name, to a degree, so it doesn’t bother me in the slightest, in fact it has a nice effect.

Two eyes in the target of a machine that reads brains and sends drones on tracking devices into a sonic caucophany of buzzing confused machines reverberating low fi information, layers and layers of squalching, distorted synthesizers bleeping, bleeding, and peeping, until there is a response. ”Code Red” style broadcast harsh undulating electronics. A beeping pulse is a theme throughout as it gives way to other ascending and falling tones, one hundred mechanisms all failing, at the same time, and then crash.

Side B opens up right in the same place, after some swift samples, the droning chaos has flaired back up and is painting a picture of harsh sounds, lost in the fog, screaming, bleeping, and pounding to find their way out, but they get sucked back into themselves. Radar has zoned in, and a black glove reaches through time and space and takes the last breath. Nice artwork, and color labels on both sides of the cassette. WIll be checking out more from this label soon, stay tuned for more reviews/

written by: malo