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Okonski :: Entrance Music

Okonski return with Entrance Music, revealing the flipside of the perpetual afterhours reverie of Magnolia. For their sophomore outing, the trio gently open the curtains to find themselves in the light of a new day, unimpeded by anything that isn’t melody or mood. Entrance Music drifts along like a perfect daydream, homey and lived-in, but maintaining a sense of spontaneity that leaves no doubt pianist Steve Okonski, bassist Michael Isvara “Ish” Montgomery, and drummer Aaron Frazer are attuned to the same ephemeral frequency . . .

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Seán Ó Riada :: The Playboy of the Western World

Not quite an original score, though not quite a rehashing of trad-folk mythos, Seán Ó Riada’s The Playboy of the Western World is not your typical soundtrack. Much like the scores of Morricone, Greenwood or even Jack Nitzsche’s for One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, Ó Riada’s work moves beyond the film for which it is meant to complement. Though steeped in tradition, the application of modern composition techniques and a healthy dose of heady experimentation takes The Playboy of the Western World well beyond the humble origins of the songs that constitute it. Erin go . . .

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The Cult of Kristofferson

Kris Kristofferson wasn’t a natural fit to become a Hollywood leading man. But in the misfit era of the 1970s, his rough and edgy all-American charm made him the perfect choice for a number of iconoclastic directors. His star may have fallen in the 1980s but there are a number of cult movies throughout his five-decade career that take advantage of his one-of-a-kind charisma . . .

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Silver Synthetic :: Rosalie

From the ballads to the effortless melodic hooks, Silver Synthetic's formula is one permeated with a clear sky buoyancy; an aural antidote of glowing laid-back comfort. Described by label Curation as "the album we have been waiting for", Rosalie is best served with the windows open. The perfect companion to the budding springtime breeze . . .

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The Telepathy Is Evident :: Nels Cline on Consentrik Quartet & His Old CD Wallet

With his fourth album for Blue Note Records, guitarist Nels Cline introduces the Consentrik Quartet: Cline on guitar with saxophonist Ingrid Laubrock, bassist Chris Lightcap, and drummer Tom Rainey on drums. Gathering noir-ish soundscapes, agile jams, and what Cline dubs "abstract and floaty ballads," Consentrik Quartet bristles with energetic currents. He joins us to discuss forming Concentrik Quartet, the influence of Jimmy Giuffre and Paul Bley, the unpredictability of Wilco, and the contents of his old CD wallet . . .

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Sussan Deyhim & Richard Horowitz :: The Invisible Road: Original Recordings, 1985-1990

The RVNG Intl label comes through yet again with an absolutely uncategorizable, absolutely essential archival collection. The Invisible Road gathers a host of valuable tracks from the duo of Sussan Deyhim and Richard Horowitz, whose adventurous sound blends caffeinated downtown minimalism, traditional Middle Eastern modes, almost Kate Bush-y avant-garde synth pop and more . . .

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Erik :: Look Where I Am

An absolute one-off of the purest grade.  Erik Heller dropped in with Look Where I Am in 1967 and immediately vanished. The Vanguard LP came out of nowhere. A fleeting artifact that has outlived its creator, Heller can’t be found in another band, has no prior recordings, and nothing would surface down the road. There isn’t a clear picture of Heller’s background, how the record came about, or even a list of the studio musicians that prop up much of the LP . . .

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Tobacco City :: Horses

Tobacco City formed around Chris Coleslaw and Lexi Goddard, both singers, both guitarists, whose vocal interplay recalls the swirling laments of Oakley Hall. They are especially fine together in anthemic “Time,” where Coleslaw’s keening lead collides with the buzzing sweetness of close harmonies. But while they set up these songs’ structures, pedal steel guitarist Andy “Red” PK adds color in the wailing, crying, yearning tones of his pitch-shifting instrument . . .

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Richard Dawson Is Walking The Path :: On The End of the Middle

“I’m trying to convince people that I’m a wizard and she always helps,” Richard Dawson chuckles, over Zoom, acknowledging the presence of his adorable and aptly named cat Trouble, who has cozily curled herself around the crook of the songwriter’s neck, perfectly poised like a luxurious scarf. She mostly remains in that position while Dawson speaks about the various themes and influences that provided a strong foundation for his excellent eighth studio album, The End of The Middle . . .

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The Aquarium Drunkard Show: SIRIUS/XMU (7pm PDT, Channel 35)

Via satellite, transmitting from northeast Los Angeles — the Aquarium Drunkard Show on SIRIUS/XMU, channel 35. 7pm California time, Wednesdays.

34.1090° N, 118.2334° W . . .

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Transmissions :: Lucy Sante

The great writer Lucy Sante joins us on Transmissions to talk about her latest book, I Heard Her Call My Name: A Memoir of Transition, Bob Dylan, fashion, the early days of music journalism, The Velvet Underground and more: "I didn't meet anybody who listened to The Velvets, until I got to college in ‘72. But it felt then there was a secret society of us all over the globe. It's like that Eno quote about 'everybody who heard the first album went out and started their own band.' Well, everybody who heard the second album, I don . . .

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Circuit des Yeux :: Halo On The Inside

Haley Fohr wrote Halo on the Inside at night, alone, gripped by an obsession with transformation, with Ovid-style metamorphosis from animal to human, from human to tree, from god to beast. The horns she wears on the album cover evoke Pan, the god of nature, fertility, music and spring, and the music inside, likewise, pushes relentlessly through the dirt, finding light and life and purpose in the struggle towards the light . . .

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monde ufo :: Flamingo Tower

On their third album, Flamingo Tower, LA’s monde ufo feel stranger, darker, and heavier than ever before – a damning and ghostly document of erosion, malaise, and decay. With a recurring psalm theme and atmospheric operatic vocals from Kathryn Tabachnick, the album’s groggy, spiritual cacophony feels perpetually on edge, with bandleader Ray Monde’s hushed spells mired in an occult dread constituted by propulsive, free-jazz psychedelia, hallucinatory bossa nova, and possessed, lo-fi garage rock . . .

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Takuro Okada :: The Near End, the Dark Night, the County Line

The stateside debut of a versatile Japanese guitarist focuses on mostly solo work, largely recorded at home over a period of years. Encompassing ambient ECM mellowness, electronic urgency and tangy noir, The Near End, the Dark Night, the County Line shows us an eclectic musician stubbornly chasing tranquility and always restlessly on the move . . .

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Bonnie “Prince” Billy :: The Aquarium Drunkard Session

Will Oldham, aka Bonnie "Prince" Billy offers a three-song set of exclusive recordings for Aquarium Drunkard. Tune in to hear "Boise, Idaho" and "Guns Are For Cowards" from his great new album The Purple Bird and "Behold, Be Held!" from 2023's Keeping Secrets Will Destroy You . . .

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