Max C. Joseph
Max C. Joseph is an emerging experimental lofi artist out of Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia.
Joseph’s latest release is a reflection of tomorrow’s shadow — a hopeful nightmare being smothered by an oppressive force of galactic magnitude.
“Formulate, I” is a track Max wrote some time back while in the depths of a desperate attempt to reset his manic mind. And, it’s absolutely beautiful…
The song is quite simply a divine journey into the inner creative workings of a truly daring explorer — a sonic pioneer of sorts — making his way to the summit of the indie Gods.
As the phoenix rises from the ashes — Max C. Joseph will also rise again and lay upon us sublime vibrations of arcane origin.
We can’t wait to hear what Max has in store for us. One can only dream.
REW<< is the moniker of Ryan E. Weber — an experimental artist from the frigid western shores of Lake Michigan.
His track “Figure in Shadow, Figure in Light” off his latest album — Conversation Arctique — is a primitive, yet highly refined and elegant piano piece dripping with subtle drops of magical minimalism.
As one peers into the grey mist of reality’s shadow — one can only hope to pierce the darkness and gaze upon what lies beyond the abyss.
Now rest your weary mind and dream of sweeter things — for life is what you make of it.
Robert Connely Farr & the Rebeltone Boys
Robert Connely Farr is a musician from Bolton, Mississippi — currently resting his hat in Vancouver, BC.
While in Mississippi, Connely met Mississippi blues legend Jimmy “Duck” Holmes — the last of the Bentonia bluesmen. The two hit it off and ever since — Jimmy has been mentoring Connely in the Bentonia Style of the blues, a style that Holmes learned directly from Henry Stuckey — the same man who taught Skip James & Jack Owens.
Connely then teamed up with Canadian producer & acclaimed songwriter Leeroy Stagger to record an album that would eventually become known as — Dirty South Blues.
As Farr attempts to reconcile some of the more controversial elements of his beloved homeland, he must first face his own demon — the demon of loneliness.
“We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever.” — Sagan