| Son of Radul — Insomnia Party Feathers (May 9, 2016) |
Son of Radul — Insomnia Party Feathers (May 9, 2016) 
♠ O čem je řeč? O hudební jednotce zdánlivě velikosti vojenského praporu. Takový dojem vyvolalo album multiinstrumentalisty Marcela Raduloviche [phonography, electronics, radio, drums, bass, guitar, saxophone, vocals]. Umí vyvolat dojem velké inteligentní party. Má to feeling, duch je strhující, pořád se něco děje, zpěv leští nahrávku do příjemných odlesků. Tempa jsou střední, obraz hry je plný dynamiky a znamenitých miniatur, poskládaných do srozumitelného celku. Cením si oddělitelné zvuky, změny tempa, místa pro intervaly, nálady v souladu s front obalem. Jedna z nejlepších skladeb “Numero 9” má délku necelých dvou minut a snad vůbec nejlepší “Humo Molido” trvá 2:52min., a i to o něčem svědčí. Autor nenatahuje témata do zbytečností, naopak se jim vyhýbá. Proměny jazyka z angličtiny (6) do španělštiny (6) činí celkový dojem svátkem, umocněn třemi zbylými instrumentálkami. Ano, dokonalý skvost, který neušel nominaci. Kdo má rád Petra Gabriela či The Mothers of Invention, bude se mu líbit. ♠ Original electro/acoustic music for bilingual insomniacs. Insomnia Party Feathers is Son of Radul’s second album composed of 15 tracks: 6 songs in spanish, 6 in english plus 3 instrumentals.
Location: Encinitas, California
Recommended if You Like: Peter Gabriel, The Mothers of Invention
Genre: Experimental/Quirky/Rock
Album release: May 9, 2016
Record Label: Titicacaman Records
Duration: 39:55
Tracks:
01) iPm–127/Love 3:55
02) Grinches 3:05
03) En Otra Vida Yo Era Un Pescador 1:59
04) The Infantry is Coming 2:25
05) Circles Be Walking 2:05
06) Chiva 2:59
07) Ni Una Pena 2:15
08) Insomnia Party Feathers 3:06
09) Numero 9 1:50
10) Mi Planeta Es Fabuloso 2:51
11) Leave It Alone 2:06
12) Cusp On 2:53
13) Humo Molido 2:52
14) Palomitas y Mezcal 1:44
15) Donde Nada 3:50
♦ Recorded, produced, written, performed and designed by Marcelo Radulovich at Titicacaa man Studio, 2010–2016.
♦ All songs by Marcelo Radulovich
♦ All music by Son of Radul
♦ Marcelo Radulovich: phonography, electronics, radio, drums, bass, guitar, saxophone, vocals
Notes:
♠ Titicacaman Records is an extension of Titicacaman Studio, a means to release to a wider audience the music being created within those walls. The label’s fast growing catalog includes: Nice World & Nicey Nice World; various albums by Marcelo Radulovich; Gunther’s Grass; Me Me the Moth; The Playground Slap; and last but not least The Assholes.
♠ Thanks for visiting and please feel free to get in touch with if you have any questions, lots of music slated to be released so check back again soon.
Description:
♦ The chairman of the Cultures and Genres Committee for Exploratory Arts steps up to Son of Radul as he enters the large chamber carrying a guitar case and rolling a cart with various electronics instruments, cables and such. “There you are! Glad you made it, come on in.” Son of Radul smiles, “thank you Mr. Hitzig.” Son of Radul wheels the cart towards the comm puter station and sets down his guitar case next to the large rolling chair, he is there to carry on a commission, which calls for an album of new hybrids of music. “We’ve got the room all set up for you. There’s water and food in the fridge, coffee, wine and amenities on the counte the counter, if you need anything else there are more instruments, supplies and party elee ments in the back room.” Mr. Hitzig nods towards the door with a gold star on it. “Very kind of you.” “Sure!” The chairman smiles, “we want you to be comfortable and at your best Son! By the way, I hope you don’t mind the mutilated mummy on the old rusty hospital bed in the corner” the chairman points to it. “It is part of a show we had here last year and we haven’t brought ourselves to remove it... we don’t want to wake it, ha ha ha!” Mr. Hitzig laughs heartily, Son of Radul stares at the mummy. “If it really disturbs you I can have the team come and remove it.” Son of Radul turns to Mr. Hitzig, “it is captivating!” “That it is!” The chairman laughs. “It doesn’t bother me Mr. Hitzig,” Son of Radul says as he looks up at the sky through the open dome, then looks about the room and notices a half–naked woman clutching her knees against the back wall, next to a ladder that seems to stretch up to the cosmos. The woman shyly stares at Son of Radul, the chairman examines Son of Radul’s face. “Um... who is she?” Son of Radul quietly asks the chairman. “Oh, you don’t recognize her? She’s your muse Son!” Mr. Hitzig laughs and pats Son of Radul on the back, “my muse?” he asks as he stares at the shy woman for a few more seconds, not knowing how to muse?” he asks as he stares at the shy woman for a few more seconds, not knowing how to respond. “Hello” Son of Radul waves at the woman, she answers with a smile. “Ha ha ha, I bet you two have a lot to talk about!” Mr. Hitzig laughs. “I’ll be on my way then, we look forr ward to hearing what you create Son!” The chairman shakes Son of Radul’s hand, “and don’t hesitate to call if you need anything. Oh! You received instructions on how to operate the chamber’s controls I trust?” “I did yes, I have them with me.” “Very well, the control panels are over there” the chairman points to a wall, there’s a separate panel for the dome, it can get pretty cold at night up here so feel free to close it.” “Thank you Mr. Hitzig I appree ciate the opportunity” Son of Radul bows. “You’re welcome, thank you! We picked you out of many, many prospects you know.” The chairman’s phone buzzes in his coat pocket, he takes it out and reads the message. “I need to go down the mountain for a meeting now, but have fun OK!” Son of Radul nods and tries to smile, the chairman smiles and waves at Son of Radul as he heads towards the exit, “I’ll be in touch.” Son of Radul waves back and nods. He takes off his coat and looks about the large chamber, drums, amps, guitars, basses, keyy boards, various microphones and stands all set up and ready to go. He stares at the old rusty hospital bed in the far corner with half of a mummy sleeping on it, he knits his brow then turns to the strange young woman... his muse? She stares at him, she’s still in the same pose, sitting on a blanket against the back wall, clutching her knees. “Hi... I’m...” Son of Radul nervously takes a step towards her then stops, she smiles and nods her head once, “work” she quietly says in a happy tone. Son of Radul smiles, nods his head as well and walks towards the compute and walks towards the computer, he sets up a new session in Pro Tools, turns on a pre amp then paces to the counter and pours himself a glass of red wine, he sips it with a smile on his face as he looks about the large chamber. He turns to the half–naked woman and raises his glass, “esta es una fiesta de fantasmas somnambulos, salud!”
CD Baby: https://www.cdbaby.com/cd/sonofradul2
Label: http://titicacaman.com/records/
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| Son of Radul — Insomnia Party Feathers (May 9, 2016) |
Location: Encinitas, California
Recommended if You Like: Peter Gabriel, The Mothers of Invention
Genre: Experimental/Quirky/Rock
Album release: May 9, 2016
Record Label: Titicacaman Records
Duration: 39:55
Tracks:
01) iPm–127/Love 3:55
02) Grinches 3:05
03) En Otra Vida Yo Era Un Pescador 1:59
04) The Infantry is Coming 2:25
05) Circles Be Walking 2:05
06) Chiva 2:59
07) Ni Una Pena 2:15
08) Insomnia Party Feathers 3:06
09) Numero 9 1:50
10) Mi Planeta Es Fabuloso 2:51
11) Leave It Alone 2:06
12) Cusp On 2:53
13) Humo Molido 2:52
14) Palomitas y Mezcal 1:44
15) Donde Nada 3:50
♦ Recorded, produced, written, performed and designed by Marcelo Radulovich at Titicacaa man Studio, 2010–2016.
♦ All songs by Marcelo Radulovich
♦ All music by Son of Radul
♦ Marcelo Radulovich: phonography, electronics, radio, drums, bass, guitar, saxophone, vocals
Notes:
♠ Titicacaman Records is an extension of Titicacaman Studio, a means to release to a wider audience the music being created within those walls. The label’s fast growing catalog includes: Nice World & Nicey Nice World; various albums by Marcelo Radulovich; Gunther’s Grass; Me Me the Moth; The Playground Slap; and last but not least The Assholes.
♠ Thanks for visiting and please feel free to get in touch with if you have any questions, lots of music slated to be released so check back again soon.
Description:
♦ The chairman of the Cultures and Genres Committee for Exploratory Arts steps up to Son of Radul as he enters the large chamber carrying a guitar case and rolling a cart with various electronics instruments, cables and such. “There you are! Glad you made it, come on in.” Son of Radul smiles, “thank you Mr. Hitzig.” Son of Radul wheels the cart towards the comm puter station and sets down his guitar case next to the large rolling chair, he is there to carry on a commission, which calls for an album of new hybrids of music. “We’ve got the room all set up for you. There’s water and food in the fridge, coffee, wine and amenities on the counte the counter, if you need anything else there are more instruments, supplies and party elee ments in the back room.” Mr. Hitzig nods towards the door with a gold star on it. “Very kind of you.” “Sure!” The chairman smiles, “we want you to be comfortable and at your best Son! By the way, I hope you don’t mind the mutilated mummy on the old rusty hospital bed in the corner” the chairman points to it. “It is part of a show we had here last year and we haven’t brought ourselves to remove it... we don’t want to wake it, ha ha ha!” Mr. Hitzig laughs heartily, Son of Radul stares at the mummy. “If it really disturbs you I can have the team come and remove it.” Son of Radul turns to Mr. Hitzig, “it is captivating!” “That it is!” The chairman laughs. “It doesn’t bother me Mr. Hitzig,” Son of Radul says as he looks up at the sky through the open dome, then looks about the room and notices a half–naked woman clutching her knees against the back wall, next to a ladder that seems to stretch up to the cosmos. The woman shyly stares at Son of Radul, the chairman examines Son of Radul’s face. “Um... who is she?” Son of Radul quietly asks the chairman. “Oh, you don’t recognize her? She’s your muse Son!” Mr. Hitzig laughs and pats Son of Radul on the back, “my muse?” he asks as he stares at the shy woman for a few more seconds, not knowing how to muse?” he asks as he stares at the shy woman for a few more seconds, not knowing how to respond. “Hello” Son of Radul waves at the woman, she answers with a smile. “Ha ha ha, I bet you two have a lot to talk about!” Mr. Hitzig laughs. “I’ll be on my way then, we look forr ward to hearing what you create Son!” The chairman shakes Son of Radul’s hand, “and don’t hesitate to call if you need anything. Oh! You received instructions on how to operate the chamber’s controls I trust?” “I did yes, I have them with me.” “Very well, the control panels are over there” the chairman points to a wall, there’s a separate panel for the dome, it can get pretty cold at night up here so feel free to close it.” “Thank you Mr. Hitzig I appree ciate the opportunity” Son of Radul bows. “You’re welcome, thank you! We picked you out of many, many prospects you know.” The chairman’s phone buzzes in his coat pocket, he takes it out and reads the message. “I need to go down the mountain for a meeting now, but have fun OK!” Son of Radul nods and tries to smile, the chairman smiles and waves at Son of Radul as he heads towards the exit, “I’ll be in touch.” Son of Radul waves back and nods. He takes off his coat and looks about the large chamber, drums, amps, guitars, basses, keyy boards, various microphones and stands all set up and ready to go. He stares at the old rusty hospital bed in the far corner with half of a mummy sleeping on it, he knits his brow then turns to the strange young woman... his muse? She stares at him, she’s still in the same pose, sitting on a blanket against the back wall, clutching her knees. “Hi... I’m...” Son of Radul nervously takes a step towards her then stops, she smiles and nods her head once, “work” she quietly says in a happy tone. Son of Radul smiles, nods his head as well and walks towards the compute and walks towards the computer, he sets up a new session in Pro Tools, turns on a pre amp then paces to the counter and pours himself a glass of red wine, he sips it with a smile on his face as he looks about the large chamber. He turns to the half–naked woman and raises his glass, “esta es una fiesta de fantasmas somnambulos, salud!”
CD Baby: https://www.cdbaby.com/cd/sonofradul2
Label: http://titicacaman.com/records/
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