Tracklist
1 | sabotage dream | 3:28 | |
2 | babylon smacked | 4:36 | |
3 | vacuum sacrifice | 4:00 | |
4 | pasajero trabado | 5:28 | |
5 | steaming mescaline | 3:47 | |
6 | biosynthetic storm | 4:57 | |
7 | estado liquido | 3:42 | |
8 | aventura sonidera | 3:00 |
bad lsd trips is the collaborative duo of makers Doris Dana and Domingo Castillo Flores. Respectively the two have fostered practices that have sprawled out through various approaches and, whether in the lanes of the musical or the contemporary arts, the phenomenology of the social and inclusive prevails. On »ultrafest«, this motif continues through the psychedelia of its eight time-defying recordings, welcoming the listener into an open temporal architecture of the stereo field as a signifier of environment. It is worth noting that the group began collaborating in Miami, Florida with longer form improvisations recorded to a stereo cassette deck. In these recordings, the paved geographical sprawl and oceanic view permeated the approach to amassing long swaths of sound material. Listening back on that work at the time of this writing, each track feels as though one is walking into an active space, arriving to an event already in full swing and finding your place inside of it. On »ultrafest« something different occurs. The space and events are built around you as you move through the record.
The name of the album is »ultrafest«, which should effectively provoke your mind's eye the imagery of young people dancing, salivating, grinding, and imbibing chemical compounds to the perversely formalized musical genres of EDM and latter-era dubstep often heard in European Uber rides and energy drink commercials. A far distance from the icy and machinic reverie of techno’s finest rave eras or the notable historical contributions of Miami’s cerebral producers to IDM’s global output, »ultrafest« is a libidinal catharsis as festival scaled to a multinational corporation of hedonistic excess. The festival has been a hallmark of Miami cultural industry production and optical enticement for tourism, purportedly bringing in nearly a billion dollars in revenue to the city since 2012. Scores of documentation exist wherein this decadent escapism leaves the concertgoer, usually in some neon garment on a near nude body potentially adorned with fluffy faux fur leg warmers, facing a comedown from the combination of volume, sun, dehydration, and methylenedioxy-methylamphetamine. This MDMA experience characterizes an aspect of the way bad lsd trips employs vocals and pitch on this album. The detached, high octaved longing of a high pitched vocal is decoupled from its typical auditory body of song. High-pass clicks and pops touch the (h)air on the back of the neck, promising goosebumps and teasing towards euphoric rushes of dopamine, yet also exist decoupled from the body of song. As the dopamine depletes and the sun imposes itself, Miami’s downtown of skeleton real estate is your company as you meander towards your parked vehicle to rest your fatigued senses, elevated heart rate, and quench the need for air conditioning on your skin. The immediacy of bombastic social immersion to architectural alienation palpable here.