★Kashual Plastik
Autumn Glory
*2024 stock. 200 copies limited edition* “Is anybody really free, prisoners of the strange society, why is it we're forced to be products of the new reality? Drifting through time and space and all the while feeling out of place”, a late DIY spirit once asked into the blue. Years later, a soulmate uncalled answered, “Let the shadow rise high and turn me to stone, because I hold true to a god of my own. Don't need a rainbow to show me the way, I got my own religion, I'm a child of clay”.
Now, al…
Les Cités Englouties
*2024 stock* Laure Boer is Kashual again. And not so Plastik. Zoning dark-ish into her inner realms of journey music. Poetic, psychic, reflective, ejective. She sings. Weeps. Speaks. Intimate looping narratives, celebrating personal glories and all those worries. Stylistically alternating from electroacoustic dimensions to drone guitar amp personas, from folk melodiousness to witchy avant-notes. Ten drifters for the Lomaxed creatures, earthbound, and always up there in the luminaries. Music that…
Im Bausatz
*250 copies limited edition* That’s what they like, these humans. Seeking for the perfect visible form. A from, that endlessly rewinds endlessness. That copies beauty with beauty, yet to be decided, what beauty is. What makes a unique shape, a marvelous appearance? How does it shine? The idea. The one, that is always changing its appearance. How can one thing in general be many things in particular? So far, only Die Tödliche Doris managed to come close to answers. Since 1980 it’s constantly peel…
Ministry of Excess
Obscene data and expressive concepts: while being sober all the time, Kashual Plastik launches the “Ministry of excess”. A 21-track strong tape compilation of unrestricted musical memoirs, created by individuals with no memory. Transportive noise, catching sounds from all hums. Experimental sculptures, fractured in research. Hunting the sub-consciousness of things. Instinct acting from an inner necessity. Making familiar objects be as if they were not familiar - and vice versa. On the bill KP ac…
Twilight Furl
"We must show social conditions, not just songs." a wise music ethnologist once said. But how to transport environments into song sonics? The enigmatic duo Greymouth found a creative answer and sent their conceptions to Berlin Neukölln, right at the steps of the bustling Kashual Plastik office, where an unclear corpus of operative's fashion new sounding crypto currencies 24/7. Four tranquilized speed ballads waxed on 7inch vinyl, carrying drunken melodies, kraut-intoxicated grooves, and outlandi…
Field Of Progress
Wind and cars hum in harmony. Ancestors croon in the factories of the future. Hippos in swimming pools, dancing on mechanical milker rhythms. Cows rehash in the melodic air of church bells. A melodeon sobs in a vague radio broadcast. Someone warps a present, while a data processor calculates his own death. Can frogs talk to the machine? Sacred chants sang about their conversation. That night when the jungle cried. That night when whales hummed waves of sadness. A klaxon symphony on tribal groove…
The Whorls
While listening to Malvern Brume’s new cassette tape for Kashual Plastik, the author of these lines reasoned about scripts for notorious movie opening scenes. Those impressive ones, that suck all in into the whirlwind of a celluloid story, brightened by a touch of evil. The London based experimental producer’s art tempts you into a veiled domain, where the notes between the notes, the sounds underneath the sounds create characters of their own, stretching the story into each listener’s very own …
Your Event Is Our Rehearsal
An iris opens: in the near future, electrons and light will flow freely, and corporate computer networks will eclipse the stars. Despite great advances in computerization, oppressive heat slows progress. It's time now. Let's move to the rendezvous point. Some minutes ago, our brains were hacked into a data-line. They vibrate in a sublime blend of wave abstractions, Le Théâtre Du Chêne Noir jazz, sliding folk blues, otherworldly reverberations, gut instinct electronica, and droning psychedelia, c…
Looted Lagoons
Everything makes me dream… Id comes to life achromatic, briefly thoroughly illuminated by light. Instantly colors leak from above and slowly darkness covers the spreadsheet with all that many allegorical, symbolic, mystic shades. Noble, good, useful, mean, unnecessary, common, and beautiful. Mélancolies du voyage, floating in an ocean of mixed ratios.
Auberge Des Sapins
Lathe Burin and Laure Boer decided to leave the planet for a while. They transformed themselves into Edition d’art, a creative entity, that likes to write postcards in form of colorful sound miniatures. For their debut album “Auberge des Sapin” they created 14 adventurous snapshots. They are dishonestly honest handsome buzzing little friends, featuring Laure Boer singing and reading old family postcards to manipulated found-sounds, synth-gamelan-textures, Accordion psychedelics, weeping ambient …
Labyrinth Of Memories
Unfortunately, Kashual Plastik got lost, but the threads have snapped progressively. It got lost in fluxes, that sometimes dry up, freeze, or overflow, sometimes combine or diverge. On the way it became capable of loving without remembering, without phantasm, interpretation, without taking stock. The result is “Labyrinth of Memories”, an epic four-sided compilation, full of romanticism, witchcraft, and necromancy, drifting in an ocean of sentiments, that gently reach the limits of control.
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