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Vapor Vertebrae 04-2015 Part B









While his aquatic macronutrients Mana Pool (Dream Catalogue, 2014) and System Delight (self-released, 2014) spawned superionic driblets, fluid-processed gradients and lachrymosely lilting lights, luminary Vaperror from Athens, Georgia tries something audaciously ter(r)aclastic in 2015 which comes in the icosahedral-spiny shape of QBIQ, a mercilessly epigenetic, raucously riotous retro Rave rapscallion. Tearing down solid walls via its retrosternal superresonance, the majestic QBIQ ventures from a bustling rain synth-driven velocity over a kaleidoscopic zoetrope of laser arabesques amid centrifugal coruscations to the artist's trademark gauze of bokeh blebs. This takes Vaporwave to a new level, if only for the fact that the genre cannot be pinpointed anymore. The jagged putrefaction annihilates the train of thought, chlorotic synths function as ignis fatuus illuminants, and yet there is utter delight to be found, restorative steelification, hardening plasticizers. A magnificent outing with multitudes of parallax pericarps to process. 

Twitter: @VAPERROR





Patlabor 機動警察パトレイバー






A declaration of love for the anime Mobile Police Patlabor – or derivative country-dependent title variations thereof – comes in the pyroxene-splicing emulation of Patlabor 機動警察パトレイバー by コンピュータサイバー魂PC’86 or in short: PC’86. While the futuristic punctilio of the main melody is left untouched, this new (tunnel)vision from the Cybercity of Japan revs up the glucan shrapnel alright. Apocryphal drums slap like gunpowder-coated whiplashes whose toxic flammability explodes into polyhedric mauve scintillae when the megacity’s polished asphalt becomes tangible. Integrated Italo pianos are encapsulated deep within the surface-driven perapsis. Carefully sped-up and just wonky enough to approximate the grainy-granular hue of a diaphanous reel, PC’86 delivers an ultramafic take that doesn’t even hide its origin, as it is clearly embroidered in the title already. Vaporwave as lacustrine and transparent as can be. Succumb to the euphony!

Twitter: @peazy86





Replica Federation
Date Night






At first sight, Replica Federation’s Date Night seems to be on of them cheeky tracks, especially so since it launches with a quasi-combative climax in its infancy stage already, transmutating its aural anacrusis of a girly cop and an abrasive con into a potentially explosive crash. In lieu of a crash, however, the listener shall receive a crush. The track’s nexus is loaded with delicately slowed-down piano perianths and orthochromatic Funk guitars. Yes, we have heard this before and ever since, but Replica Federation knows how to channel the nucleic estuary and mucoid dampness into the right tributaries: careful post-processing alterations add stumbling blocks, sticking points and juvenile jitters to the flume, disturbing its flow but not the benignant polyphony. Warmth and amicability are the eventual driving factors. Coupled with the reverberated reflections, the artist creates a comparatively large ventricle whose repercussion interpolates the Mallsoft subgenre and superimposes it onto a crimson sunset. Not that bad of a U-turn considering the principal thuggish gateway!

Twitter: @ReplicaFed












Oscillating between the umbrageous-recondite fallacy of Vaportrap and a curiously seraphic set of contemplative palinopsia, 3 am by Glxy closely follows the steelification – or metallicity – of a futuristic industrial cesspool. It is as if the orthogonal diorama of Birmingham is transformed into music, and indeed, this wouldn’t be the first time. Bass diggers will adore the low frequency landmarks that are distributed throughout the chirality of the silvery hi-hats or handclaps whose afterglow serves as a tawny illuminant in this aural solanum. However, Glxy’s track is no apopleptic polymer as its almost pastoral diffraction annihilates all traces of weight and perturbation in its endemic dungeons. The synth pads are admittedly caustic, true that, and the faint echo of police sirens emblazons the metropolitan urgency, but the blurry bokeh of the backing aorta feels tastefully aeriform yet nutritiously plasmatic. Bubbling vesicle beats round off the track’s homeostasis. Not necessarily 100% Vaporwave, 3 am amplifies its cyberpunk atmosphere and offers a vivid alternative draft to the V-genre’s superpolished marble floors. 

Twitter: @vaporwavy





Pinche Japonesa






One of the most versatile Vaporwave artists out there, the artist currently known as OSCOB seems to peregrinate toward his 2015 moniker Virtual Plaza Max, so it is anyone’s guess how long such wonderfully mesozoic material à la Pinche Japonesa is going to be available on SoundCloud. That the artist won’t take his heritage off the interwebs altogether is wonderfully foreshadowed – fingers crossed – by the utmost affirmatory aura of a recent tweet where OSCOB proclaims: "Vaporwave makes me happy, making it, discussing it, and promoting it brings me more joy than I can express." With this genuinely amniotic positivism in mind, Pinche Japonesa guides – and guards – the traveling subject to a panpipes-infested Ambient-centric thermal suntrap made of stokehold avulsions, percolating harbor gusts, gamelan/sitar complexions and pluvial vermillion superstructures. Exotic drums and cherubic synths lead the way to the exit soon enough. Pinche Japonesa is a superb example of the genre’s ever-diverse array of stylistic wideness, but even more important is the omission of catchy melodies that are open to scrutiny. Instead, OSCOB’s gem pays homage to faux-field recordings, to the exoticism of travelogs that can almost be smelled. The neon-colored incandescence and histrionic helixes of Vaporwave are farther away than ever, supplanted by a gorgeous arrangement of pentatonic puissance.

Twitter: @VirtualPlazaMax





Vincent Remember

<Our Vacation EP>





You can count on Japan’s Vincent Remember to dish up the perfect loop, one which can be listened to ad infinitum, a most crucial task in the wake of entering an elevator/lift that leads you to a better life. The artist’s five-track EP Our Vacation is a memory-filled peritoneum of glaucous halides and viridian phylogenetic Vaporwave veils alright, but the opener 的ファック (roughly translating into aesthetic as fuck) takes the cake, grabs the supernutritious rhizomes and makes a perennial Moebius loop out of dem nostalgic tentacles. Running for over four minutes, the basic premise is presented in the fade-in phase already: a pristine-dulcet flute melody is embedded in a nutrimental haze of piano prongs and limewashed hi-hat flowerage. Everything feels cyan and benthic, the reverberation is once more the key to the intensification. All is well with the world, but in lieu of an over-the-top hydrazine, Vincent Remember’s caproic crystal is autochthonous, its fibers strikingly cajoling. While the flute melody is the actual star of the song, the chord-related circumambience empowers this languorous lavabo quite successfully as well. A hypnotic Ambient artifact for sure.

Twitter: @VincentRemember












Ottawa, Canada’s Shini attaches the hashtag #limbo to his potentially crestfallen track Comatose, but the actual result is fortunately much more clandestine than nihilistic. Co-produced with Seymour, the track is situated in-between the stylistic demeanor of Vaportrap – envisioned here via arhythmic beat percolations as well as low-freq superfluids – and the chromaticity of an Ambient-based nexus. The result is less of a quandary than one might think: the track’s grim title may be addressed via angelic choirs and wordless sermons which both leave an ecclesiastic multiplex throughout the runtime of two minutes, but the fragilely playful elements add a frilly atmosphere to the densely solemn epithelium after all. Two of these ornaments spring to mind in particular: the glacial galactosamine-fueled plinks during the opening phase on the one hand, and the galloping half-ligneous bubbles on the other. It is undeniable that the two basic aortas – mephitic trapware vs. chlorotic ambience – are conflictive devices in Comatose, but the endpoint caulks most of the acidic interstices and offers a ruminative recalcitrance, itself a semi-oxymoronic description, but a fitting aphorism in view to the track’s secular/earthbound concurrency.

Twitter: @shniigvmi



Ambient Review 425: Vapor Vertebrae 04/2015 [Part B]. Originally published on Apr. 8, 2015 at AmbientExotica.com.