MEKONG SHELLAC: Cambodian Artifacts from the 78-rpm era
Mekong Shellac is an extremely rare collection of classical and popular styles of Khmer music from the 1930s to the 1950s. Restored from the few original remaining copies, this compilation reveals a remarkable world of early 20th-century Cambodian folk music previously lost in time through war, cultural shifts, and modernization. These recordings were selected for their distinctive musical qualities, the physical condition of the 78 rpm records from which they were sourced, and the circumstances of their survival. The selections span a range of Khmer musical forms, including Chapey, Romvong, Lakon Basak, Pleng Khmer, Ayai, and Ayai Reung, as well as classical and court-derived traditions such as Pinpeat and Mahori, alongside popular and regional styles including Lamleav and Pleng Ka. It’s a miracle these discs have survived at all throughout the past century. Restoration of these 78-rpm artifacts was a challenge, but considering that, of most songs appearing on the album, less than 5 copies are known to exist worldwide today – with only two known copies of three tracks presented here, the songs survive magnificently. Produced by Adam Fargason with the critical assistance of Sam Touch and Mai Viết Cường, this limited-edition vinyl pressing comes with a deluxe 16-page booklet insert including highly detailed liner notes, essays and historical information about the recordings, and a selection of vintage photographs.
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Mochida channels three decades of corpo-dystopia synth into a locked-room horror game about middle management hell—all wobbling arpeggios, FM dread, and that particular exhaustion of meetings that stretch past reason. Dungeon synth meets office tower, which means fewer knights and more spreadsheets, but the dread registers identical. If Vangelis designed a soundtrack for your performance review, this is what comes out.
Welcome to the Galgenplex. The risible hub of forsaken commerce. It is a space littered with detritus of purportless service. Throughout i the unmistakeable evidence that achievement is a lie. It matters not how long you labour; nor how deviously you grift. For success? It will ever elude you.
Distant, stumbling decisions led you here. Your career is the result of sourly regretted life choices and grim bargains with the darkest portion of your embittered soul. Now? This place defines you. Your sweat, tears and toil have been taken possession of by your flagitious corporate masters. Things are not quite what you signed up for either. Signed up for in blood, actually, because "Legal" say it needs to be done that way. Apparently.
But yes, the 120 hour work weeks are not quite what you hoped for. Nor the daily bloodlettings. At this point you are ground down to the level that you don't ask why; just "why so often?" The options in the cafeteria range only from disappointment to desecration.
Still, work is work, right? Most employers take liberties. Routine "pestilence testing" in HR is just part of that. Better get on with it, before Ernak your Supervisor sees you. It's been days since he last fed...
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One day, two friendly role-playing game enthusiasts - Dave and Chris from Beyond Cataclysm - knocked on HDK's door. "Hey, we're making a Morkborg spin-off inspired by the office world. Want to do the soundtrack?" The idea was so crazy we had to like it.
So we asked the only musician employed and harassed by powerful Japanese video game corporations to provide the soundtrack for this game. "Don't worry," Ryosuke wrote to us. "This is what I was waiting for. I'm going to put all my frustration with the world of work, the stupidity of procedures, the arrogance of CEOs, and the ignorance of HR into music. It'll be the most sincere music I can make."
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Two players circling each other on fingerstyle guitar and jaw harp, finding pentatonic agreement in the space between traditions. It’s spare and meditative without genuflecting—the compositions breathe, loop back on themselves, change shape depending on who’s listening. Reads like transcription rather than composition, which is precisely the point.
Crossing borders between traditions, sonic territories, and instruments, musicians Tomáš Niesner and Aldana Duoraan created their first collaborative album Plot. The sound of khomus meets guitar melodies simplified into pentatonic scales, intertwining in a dialogue that remains playful while moving between meditative passages and bewitching, hypnotic moments. Solid yet ever-changing, these melodies explore a delicate relationship between the present interactions, their past, and possible futures. “I feel that the essence of our collaboration is not to close the songs off, but to leave them open so that they can develop and be interpreted a little differently each time, depending on the circumstances,” Niesner explains when describing the duo’s artistic approach. The recording therefore captures only the most essential moments and ideas, which continue to unfold in new directions during live performances.
Each segment of Plot, word meaning “fence” in Czech, while also referring in English to a narrative structure or hidden plan, represents a different constellation shaped by the pairing of specific khomuses and guitar tuning. The track titles, such as The Key of Radiance or The Key of Humbling, are inspired by the ancient Chinese text I Ching (usually translated as Book of Changes). Like the classical cosmological text itself, the compositions meditate on similar fundamental principles. The ideas explored in the chapters of the I Ching are thus loosely translated into musical language. Themes of Radiance, Attending, or Nearing thus loom over the reflective realm of Aldana and Tomáš.
The two musicians first met in 2021 through a collaboration organized by Konektiv, an event series that aims to create new connections between genres and musicians with diverse backgrounds. Aldana Duoraan is a Prague-based artist born in the Sakha Republic, whose experiments with the khomus (also known as the jaw harp) draw on the traditional music of her homeland. Tomáš Niesner, a sound artist and guitarist based in Brno, navigates the realms of American primitive guitar while incorporating influences ranging from folk to drone. Because the duo rarely finds themselves in the same city, an important moment in the development of Plot was a showcase at Cafe OTO, organized by mappa. The album, capturing the fleeting energy of this encounter and several others, has now been released on the Slovak experimental label, which helped bring the collaboration to life.
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Clawhammer banjo fed through loops and delay, winding up like krautrock before dissolving into synth-drift—de Groot and Ruth spent a year supposedly making one thing and ended up making something neither quite planned. The banjo stays anchored at the center while everything else floats, which is the opposite of most ambient-adjacent work. Nashville studio session turned collaboration, premiered live to make the deadline real. This is what happens when genre credentials mean nothing and the tape keeps running.
Allison de Groot is a clawhammer banjo player from Winnipeg, Canada whose work spans old-time, bluegrass, and folk traditions. A recipient of the Steve Martin Prize for Excellence in Banjo and an Americana Music Association Instrumentalist of the Year nominee, she is best known for her duo with fiddler Tatiana Hargreaves, whose two albums, a self-titled debut and Hurricane Clarice, earned recognition from the IBMA, the Canadian Folk Music Awards, and the JUNOs.
Rich Ruth is the recording project of Nashville multi-instrumentalist Michael Ruth. Across three albums, most recently 2024's Water Still Flows on Third Man Records, he has built immersive instrumental music from ambient, spiritual jazz, minimalism, and synth-driven post-rock, compositions that begin in solitude with loops and drones and open outward through collaboration. He is also a third of Shrunken Elvis, the Nashville trio he shares with pedal steel guitarist Spencer Cullum and guitarist Sean Thompson, whose well-received self-titled debut arrived in 2025.
Their collaboration began with a simpler plan: Ruth would produce a solo record for de Groot. Over roughly a year in his Nashville studio, the plan dissolved. The two started composing together, and the album that emerged belongs equally to both of them, shaped as much by space and process as by melody. De Groot's banjo runs through looping and delay, acting as the pulse at the center of the arrangements, its rolling figures gathering krautrock-like momentum before giving way to Ruth's synthesizers. Patrick M'Gonigle, who also contributed to writing several of the tracks, threads his violin and string arrangements through the record, and Shrunken Elvis bandmate Spencer Cullum adds pedal steel to several tracks, widening the album's atmospheric reach. The final push to complete the album came in the form of a deadline they set for themselves: a surprise live debut of the material at Big Ears Festival.
Across eight tracks, the album maintains a tangible sense of human touch and tenderness at the center of something cosmic: de Groot's banjo grounds the music while Ruth's soaring guitars and electronics blur the boundary between the earthly and the celestial. Passages of unadorned banjo and violin, distant birdsong, and fragments of radio sit alongside vibraphone and synths, all refracted through a psychedelic, cinematic lens. The result is two distinct musical voices arriving not at a meeting point but at a new, shared sound.
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No Face’s collection mines the soft-focus margins where late-night infomercials, easy-listening hold music, and mall-interlude aesthetics converge into something that reads as genuine melancholy rather than pure pastiche. The plunderphonic approach—source material half-buried under tape hiss and pitch-shifted beyond recognition—lets the underlying sentiment come through clearer than any pristine sample could. It’s vaporwave that understands why people actually listen to those songs, not just why they’re funny to quote.
Two guqin players finding their lingua franca in shared low frequencies and patient silence. Most of this emerged from rehearsal improvisations—Li Daiguo and Wu Na working with borrowed instruments and unforced accompaniment, keeping the room tone intact. The structural pieces sit somewhere between contemporary classical composition and free listening, which is to say they breathe more than they resolve. For those who want guqin music that doesn’t perform virtuosity.
《当代古琴曲》由李带菓与巫娜共同完成。专辑的创作起点来自一次小型剧场巡演彩排中记录下的即兴片段。当时,琵琶和弦与古琴低音旋律自然融合,形成了李带菓一直希望寻找的音色。此后,他以这段即兴为基础继续创作,并发展出一组兼具核心结构与开放空间的作品。专辑中另有两首曲目由李带菓与巫娜即兴完成,延续了二人长期合作中的现场性与自由度。
专辑的大部分曲目由李带菓使用巫娜借出的古琴创作。录音过程中,现场环境的自然气息被保留下来,使作品呈现出丰富而充满意象的听觉质感。《当代古琴曲》是一张关于古琴、即兴、自然与长期合作关系的作品,献给热爱自然的人们。
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Three Slovak musicians locked into a psychedelic folk trance that neither sings nor quite allows you to leave. Banjo, hurdy-gurdy and recorder become percussion instruments here—tools for hypnotic wear rather than melody. Closest reference point would be Henry Flynt’s worst acid trip spliced with Third Ear Band’s pastoral weirdness, though that undersells the sheer strangeness of watching folk instruments used as drone fuel. This is what happens when your national folk tradition meets someone who’s read about gamelan minimalism in a basement.
When everything around is racing blindly toward ruin, change direction and spin as fast as you can until you defy gravity and rise above the ground into blissful madness. "K-drone", the debut album by three renegades—Jakub Šimanský, Michal Vaľko, and Ján Podracký—is like a hallucinatory Calvary with five stations. Each station is a time-loop capsule, a tiny utopia sneering at the phantom progress of the world outside.
The opening track, "Speedrone", is pure vertigo; for seven long minutes, there's nothing to hold onto. Šimanský’s banjo cuts through the air, Vaľko’s hurdy-gurdy sounds like someone scraping a rusted sheet of metal with a handful of nails, and Podracký’s bass recorder hums like a slowly intensifying migraine. "Sine" is like a train journey through a barren wasteland, where the images outside the window constantly repeat like a bad trip. "Pro DJ" starts like a gig in a bar at the end of the line—a gig that never actually goes anywhere. It’s as if all three are locked in a spasm, their repeated motifs turning into haunting earworms. "Alien Radigue" shifts into a strange idyll in a clearing in the middle of the forest, where an unknown bird species trills in the background. The end and definitive dissolution come in "Slush", where everything suddenly slows down. Šimanský plucks a simple guitar melody, Podracký’s harmonica drifts from side to side like a boat gently rocking by the shore, and Vaľko’s hurdy-gurdy drones like a drunken mosquito buzzing around.
"K-drone" sounds like an acid anti-western movie recorded in a tucked-away burrow, like smoke-soaked folk and experimental campfire songs echoing through a deep forest. It evokes Third Ear Band's "Alchemy", it screeches and repeats like some of Henry Flynt's experiments, and you could easily imagine hearing it drifting from one of the windows on the cover of Hala Strana's eponymous album.
Jakub Šimanský is the bard of Czechoslovak guitar primitivism, an earthy folk sommelier whose fingerpicking you may also know from the duo Šimanský Niesner. Michal Vaľko, aka Line Gate, needs no introduction to fans. He has released three albums on mappa, and his hurdy-gurdy meditations hold an important place in the drone and minimalist music scene. "Den", "Apex", and "Trap" have become essential listening. Ján Podracký is a self-taught composer and musician whom you might know from various participatory music projects, such as an orchestra where all the players play diatonic harmonicas. Besides harmonicas, he has long explored a wide range of flutes. In short, a pied piper who will guide you through other worlds.
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When a mysterious corpse is accidentally dug up by a boy in a small town, a group of local teens starts acting very strangely. The adolescents, led by a girl named Angel (Linda Hayden), are convinced the corpse was once possessed. Hoping to get in touch with the devil through the body, the teens act out a series of demonic rituals that causes a stir among the townspeople. When word of the satanic activity spreads, certain parents start trying to lock up the kids behind the spooky stunts.
Kitchen Cynics & Margery Daw are renowned for evocative, boundary-pushing folk music steeped in poetic imagery and mythic resonance. Often recorded in the coastal towns of Aberdeen and Montrose, their collaborations blend organic acoustic textures, field recordings and ambient electronics.
Their new album, Last Of The Turnspit Dogs, is an eclectic journey through stories, memories, landscapes and strange corners of Scottish life. From Félicette, the first cat in space, and the London Necropolis Railway to the forgotten dogs who powered roasting wheels, the songs find fascination in the unexpected. Dreamy waterscapes, mortality, marshmallows, ghostly poets, a dead Tay whale, winter snow, sea glass and Montrose Basin water rails unfold alongside traditional North East Scottish mouth music. It is an intimate, atmospheric collection that finally bids its visitors farewell with “Back Door”.
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Toxic Chicken’s second album genuinely sounds like someone ransacking a 90s electronics shop and a toy piano simultaneously, then routing it all through a vocoder having an existential crisis. Closer to Jlin’s microhouse fractals than it is to the label’s cheerleading suggests, with enough lo-fi grit and rhythmic fracture to resist the whimsy trap entirely. The braindance tag actually fits: these tracks think while they stumble, all euclidean patterns buried under tape hiss and pitched-down vocal fragments. For IDM listeners who’ve outgrown the shtick but still want the gear.
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