Bryan Day / Seymour Glass
Crooked Doppler (C50)
tanzprocesz 2021

Side A:
1. Still Life With Shoe Phone
2. Shuddering Coils
3. The Vigorous Challenges Of Cranking

Side B:
1. Baby Orangutan Trapped In An Elevator Shaft
2. Reinventing The Corkscrew
3. Ringworm Constellations

Recorded by Seynour Glass and Bryan Day in San Francisco, Summer 2020.


(Disaster Amnesiac) To paraphrase good old Michael Corleone, just when Disaster Amnesiac thought I was out, I get pulled back in! Recently I'd been suffering through feeling at a loss for music to listen to and review, but thankfully along came yet another surprise package from Public Eyesore headquarters in Richmond. This was entirely good and welcome news, and I began to listen to Crooked Doppler, the new cassette collaboration from Bryan Day and Seymour Glass as soon as I was able to free it from its packaging. What one will find on Doppler is the sounds of two very established artists/writers (me reviewing the guy behind Bananafish? gtfo!) delving deeply into their respective methods and fusing them into pieces that integrate them seamlessly. As Disaster Amnesiac has listened to this cassette, these pieces have always felt cogent and coherent. The attention to detail and pure awareness that Day and Glass clearly brought to the production of this release is evident throughout. They leave tons of spaces and gaps in-between the noisier parts, spaces and gaps which allow the perceptions to process and prepare, and even dare I say relax as the sound worlds reveal themselves. Even a waterfall of literal glass breaking sounds at one point does not collapse into incoherence (not that that ever should!) but instead becomes a musical timbre within the gestalt of the piece in which it is contained. Speaking of timbres, Disaster Amnesiac has certainly felt pleasure in seeming to be able to identify some of Day's invented instruments from theirs. Having seen him play live more than a few times, it's been really satisfying to recall them as I've listened to what I believe to be their distinctive sounds. In addition to such aspects, the listener of Crooked Doppler will be treated to odd moans, crinkling clicks, mysterious synthesized buzzes, radio broadcast voices, found sounds of the urban variety, even what seemed to be Glass quoting a Gospel hymn. All of this and more within a matrix of deftly organized Music Concrete that would surely appeal to a wide swath of musical adventurers from the scruffy post-Industrial dudes to the serious intellectuals of academia; there's sonic goodies for them all within this release. Be sure and take a bite, but remember to take your time chewing, as you'll not want to miss any of the richly complex flavors of Crooked Doppler. - Mark Pino

(Tone Glow) This is music that I could believe was either fortuitously improvised, or labored over second by second, but nothing in between. I must admit that this is my first exposure to both of these figures, who have been performing and releasing music for twenty and thirty years respectively. The decades of experience are on show here—these pieces glide from chirping synths and whirring motors, to homemade instruments which sputter and stretch and scream, to field recordings which are often chopped-up and looped like pop hooks. Everything feels well-balanced, even as separate elements cut in and out abruptly, often at both extremes of the stereo range, at the same time. There are moments of comedy, here, as when the very impressive-sounding and very sound-arty rumblings of some giant, possibly homemade machine are suddenly drowned out by the deafening whirr of a lawnmower. However, the primary commitment remains the assembly of strange and interesting sounds, which either slip interestingly over one another, or clash at unexpected angles. It’s some of the best sound collage I’ve heard this year. - Mark Cutler

(Noise Not Music) Two well-established virtuosos of collage, cobblecore, and clutter-clobber come together for this delightful tape full of tactile toybox sound-worlds, warbling electronic transmissions, and surreal environmental invasions. The combination of Day’s audio-mechanical sensibilities and invented instrument arsenal with Glass’s idiosyncratic ear and insatiable bent for the bizarre is one for the ages.- Jack Davidson