ttc 028 endometrium cuntplow

tired trails collective 028
endometrium cuntplow-blooming at the speed of light
tape: c28



some wicked sound exposures here. timeless trips
like flickering inside of light rays,
flowers of static leaning towards sun strokes.
small bubbling bubbles bursting through the layers
of ice in the winter's rivers, igniting fires all
along the edges. an array of colors leaving tracers
in your wavering vision, appearing then disappearing,
hiding in thoughts so deep you didn't know they
existed until now. at times we are at a slow pace,
hearing the wind whistle & the night emerge.
other times we are flying fast across atmospheres,
feeling incredible force, bursting at our seamless
boundaries. here we are, our eyes being flooded
with sentience, our bodies with strange vibrations,
our minds with fading visions...
we merge with the molecules speeding up & exploding.
we ride our brain waves like hope until they decay
& fry & scatter. there is something strangely
scientific in these noisy sound explorations.
light filled compositions showing the beauty of
conversion, innovation & transformation.

all art printed on recycled paper. comes with art,
handwritten insert & a unique black n white found photo.
all put into mindfully made recycled packages.
limited edition of 28. paypal buttons to right.
---
A1: Molecules Seep In Through Tiny Holes In My Eyes
B1: Thermospheric Transit
B2: Eating Photosynthesis
B3: Blooming In Light Speed
---



blooming at the speed of light (tape edit mix) by endometrium cuntplow by mettamind

Hear more amazingness at his Bandcamp & Soundcloud page

next on tired trails

coming up :: endometrium cuntplow :: blooming at the speed of light c28

a real nice set of super sonic noise sounds from a real nice chap. if you haven't seen him making sounds with the metal chair you are in for quite a ride! check out the video below.




& a surprise tape from a surprise guest. bee ready friends.

let us send our prayers to japan, spend eleven moments in silence,
send your light & love to all those affected & afflicted.
be mindful, we are all one.
xx

the diamond family archive

tired trails collective 027
the diamond family archive-the death of kung fu
tape: c47



laurence collyer makes music under the name
the diamond family archive. he's a traveling folksy
from the uk, playing captivating live shows with a fierce
freak style that get the whole town talking. everything
i've heard from him i've fallen in love with- over & over.
here collyer has created a refreshing & imaginative album,
effortlessly utilizing the banjo, guitar, piano, drums, sounds
of the sea, rain & beyond. the bulk of these recordings came
together in an old sail loft on the day david carradine, the 70's
actor, died. 'the death of kung fu' tells it's own dynamic story
of a dreamer & his death. like snapshots of a day in the life,
this album consists of 15 shorter tracks all displaying their charm
within three minutes. then two longer tracks wrap up the set,
shadowing the end of the day when everything unwinds & replays
in your head. one brilliantly constructed instrumental flowing
into the next, each track unlocks the door to an archive of sound &
spirit. 'spring pt 1a' for instance opens with the hum & buzz of night
planes in the distance-the acoustic guitar unravels its notes lazily,
gracefully, cymbals crash, the electricity of one guitar rings & echoes
off towards the horizon behind the scenes a bit- you can feel the world
waking up to this, the pride of growing green again, the cycle returning
to bloom. 'dead swan' is a dreamy drift of a closer composed of muted
guitar flickers, xylophone tinkers & a small wave of feedback. the bold
bird is pulled to the water's edge where it lies down happily & breathes
its last broad breath.

if you enjoyed the dfa's album "one to twenty" (Electronic Musik),
which you can hear & download for free HERE, you're going to
love this melodic masterpiece. vinyl (on dinosaur club) is next for
laurence, & of course he's keeping up with his touring. word on
the trails- he's working on coming over to the states!
stay tuned here & to his website HERE.
---
full color wrap around art & insert printed on recycled paper.
mindfully made recycled cases. limited edition of 44.
$6/8. near/far. (less with more-see paypal options).

These Hands for Clapping by the Diamond Family Archive from tired trails on Vimeo.

death of kung fu sample by the diamond family archive by mettamind

siddhi

tired trails collective 026
siddhi-straying fingers
tape: c47



siddhi is the italian duo of delfo and elena. siddhi translates
to perfection or attainment, in some circles it means power.
& we are blessed here with the force of some wonderfully
comforting creepers- five irresistible tracks pulling us closer
& closer to the source of all sound & silence. in the opener hare,
a leisurely acoustic guitar unfolds from a forest of strangely
scraped strings echoing off the large hidden rocks of refuge.
here we are coasting along in the following track golden fields,
flecks of notes flickering amidst droned currents, then all of the
sudden the guitar breaks through all your thought-forms & thistles
& reveals its wildness. fast string by string strumming, going
dazedly between unhinged and refined, this is where the real wandering
begins. harmonics ring and sing and hum beneath it all, the only sign
of their path - slightly bent grasses. red deer tangles you in its
protruding branches. you may feel yourself tossing & tumbling
along the forest floor, head slightly spun making everything glisten,
flickering in sunlight, how gold you must feel red deer, how gold.
in the side b opener loom, little drip drops of echoed notes plunk
down at kindly intervals, trance like & warm. distant voices from
beyond cast their reverbed nets towards the figure appearing just
over the hill. nestled in between the low whistles of the wind blowing
through abandoned caves, the guitar sings it own song of solitude in
rebirth. note after note turn in the great wheel, sparkle like the great
sun then echo off into the great unknown. a gong reverberates midway
through, reminding us that the moment of awakening is now.
in any rendition of the word, 'straying fingers' is siddhi.

hand drawn cover art & photo art insert by delfo. hand drawn tape
info insert & design by jess. all printed on recycled paper. tape comes
in mindfully made recycled felt cases. limited edition of 42.
$6/$8. near/far. (less with more)
---
A1 : Hare
A2 : Golden Fields
A3 : Red Deer
B1 : Loom
B2 : Rebirth
total time - 39:57
---
Golden fields [edit] by Siddhi by mettamind

SIDDHI website

NEXT

coming soon to a tape player near you: we have two brilliant albums from the diamond family archive [the death of kung fu] & siddhi [straying fingers]. we've yet to offer sounds this damn organically stunning. both artists are offering up their first ever tape releases too.

summer break

Howdy Folks.

just wanted to let all of ya'll know
we took all but two paypal/order buttons
off the blog until we return from summer
splendoring.
and we only have a few left on us of those
two tapes before we go on summer break.
in a week or so there will be no buttons
at all as we will be unable to send
anything from the road. we're happy to take
orders but please understand they won't be
shipped until mid-late august.
we'd be happy to put something aside until we
come back as well, just send over a request.

when we come back to the music fold we will
have some beautiful offerings from some amazing
folks. sounds to reflect & celebrate another
turn in the seasons.

please feel free to email us with questions,
holds, demos, positive affirmations & blessings,
we're always happy to hear from ya'll. thanks for
your understanding & support.

tiredtrails(at)gmail(dott)com

take it easy & be good to one another,
all our love,
j + the tired trails

Odawas

tired trails collective 025
Odawas-Mind of Christ
tape: c35


oh the magic of odawas. sweet somethings melting on the tip of your tongue in the warmth of sister sun. we could not be more thrilled for this set of sounds.

the first/title track on this here album was made as a soundtrack for Neil Blakemore's short video "Kill Yr TV." the soundtrack & the movie were both selected to appear at Cannes this year. 'mind of christ' is one heck of a 14 minute monster too, so brilliantly composed & formulated, exposing light on the horizon to rise towards. it reminds me a bit of the 'personal best' soundtrack, the way it ends with this great glorified slow motion feel to it. in fact, the whole album feels very epic & grand much like the wonder of their previous album, 'the blue depths.' each section of sound rises up from void & surprises you, then disappears back into the nothingness leaving traces and spaces to set your self in & be delivered by. warm chords sparkle in star light, slight feedback rings in its absence, circulating & encompassing you, leading you into the seaside cave where other worldly creatures sprawl the walls. synths skip like stones across a wild sea, brilliantly reflecting the sun in their skips. 'mariner's hymn' opens with little drops and drags of ocean water drip dripping behind long strokes of fading synths - sort of like being hugged by the sea, slowly drifting from wave to wave. you can see only a reflection of the land you are progressing towards. and then, suddenly it hits you, you will never reach another shore. the sirens are calling you back to the middle of the ocean, back to your death, your end. and you surrender without hesitation, knowing that was always your fate, your destiny. 'transmission from a martian pyramid' is the chorus of the stars. shiny buoyant synths rain angelic mist upon you. you are sent to the middle of the lotus flame where you shake off your dust & shine like the crazy diamond that you are. ascension is inevitable.

see through prism tapes come with full color art & insert
printed on recycled paper & are housed in recycled felt.
all tapes dubbed real time. everything is put together mindfully
& with joy. limited edition of 63. $6 w/in us [less w/ more-check
paypal options on right].

Mind of christ [edit] by Odawas by mettamind



http://odawas.net

tiredtrails(at)gmail(.)com