Jeremy Jay
Covered In Ivy b/w Situations Said [KDR005] 
Release Date: August 20th, 2013 

K Records, Olympia, Wash.

http://shop.krecs.com/products/covered-in-ivy-kdr005

Jeremy Jay - Covered In Ivy

it was him on my mind, your lips were just convenient

Stauffer´s music  is designed for live act, always based on own samples from working machines  or industrial process, emptyness from silence to silence, kind of frequencies, manufacturing,  the loop of production, chatarra no feelings. At all, personal recordings of poor quality but high emotional content at least for him. POLYGON LIVING eXPERIENCE last 4 years.... Bellvitge inacabable. Cold forcefulness in order to generate a ritual ceremony of industrial reminiscence, power electronics, drone or experimental.
Definitely Blues-Industrial. Since he started playing live acts, he never used same setup, promise.
Moments are always gone, so.

Finally, the performance treated as an exorcism, the final outcome of this deep insight musical practice is the liberation against the continuous violence that surrounds us, a particular landscape of sounds.


His first physical references are a C40 tape entitled "RITUAL NADA" for LENDT record label based in Madrid and three songs included in "A Nøvak Product 3", CD compilation of Nøvak recs Barcelona´s label.

At bandcamp you will find other songs, treated individually.

LINKS:
http://stauffer.bandcamp.com
vimeo.com/staufferidr

CONTACT:
imperioderuido@gmail.com

Gracias, Pablo.

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