Night Hikes is the dreamwave duo of Olivia Godby and Matthew Farrell from San Diego in the USA.
I feel as though I have suddenly become a religious zealot confessing their sins in the hope of redemption as for the second time in the past twenty four hours this is featured with an apology. It was back in January that Night Hikes first made contact and even the follow up exchange of emails result in me only getting back to this half a month late. I am sure you are less interest in my ever present administration errors than the music…
…With around three quarters of an hour of music to hear Night Hikes offer compositions that, akin to drifting clouds on a summer day, cast only a hazy shadow on the listener as guitar, bass, synth and percussion gently flow through the room in melting layers of texture whilst the hushed vocal caresses the ears leaving the listener becalmed and bewitched by the luxurious softness of touch of the compositions.
Night Hikes are not a band to play as you rush for the daily commute, rather far better to lounge with when time is not of the essence to fully enjoy and experience the silky webs of the songs.
Having fused as individuals on the jazz scene the quartet go together to combine, as a side project, to generate ideas of more experimental and leisured pace in the form of Black Dough.
The latest song to surface – Changes has a nebulous and amorphous drift that captivates the attention for the very fact of its intangibility, in which the listener is invited to let their mind roam freely, unfettered by daily mundanities, despite the lyric being of decidedly societal critique.
The fragile architecture sweeps within itself through the six and a tenth minutes track in every changing ebb and flow, whilst the voice peers from overhead as though a condemnatory guillotine.
Tape Deck Mountain based in New York in the USA is the dreamwave songwriter Travis Trevisan.
Tape Deck Mountain
There is a certain pleasure to be taken from trawling old archives of missed emails and when I first received an email back in 2010 about Tape Deck Mountain the act was still very much steeped in the West Coast of America lo-fi scene, the intervening years have seen a more cynical disposition emerge in the sounds as the New York edges have scuffed the material and better for it, it is too.
The shifting sands of sonics scour against each other in the ears until becoming smoother and the more rounded notes evolve, which start to massage the brain with pressing urgency akin to a dog leaning against the legs and the listener finds themselves shifting position to accommodate the music which takes on a kaleidoscopic form into which the audience lays back in comfort.
As would perhaps be anticipated these languid pieces are given time to develop by Travis and this is not music to devour ravenously, rather to savour the flavour.
For fans of the genre, Tape Deck Mountain is a fine exponent and with regular releases and tours across the USA, readily accessible.