A revolution is simmering in the underground, but it must be kept quiet. If the plans are discovered it could spell the end of the resistance and perhaps all human life as we know it.

Buy Our Lies

Whispers (A Campfire Conspiracy)

We worked pretty hard on this percussion and drum arrangement.
As I was putting the final touches on the mix I started liking listening to it reduced in various ways.

Here is the whole song reduced (mostly) to just the drum parts.
I left some of the synth stuff in there on this run to give it a little color.

This is a drum take, three floor tom overdubs, various trashy snare sounds both real and manufactured, some triggers, samples, and manually sequenced electronic percussion stuff I wrote on the piano roll in the daw.

Hope you enjoy this, the finished track from our end is coming next.

I have enabled downloads on this in case you want to do something of your own on it. Slice and dice it, chop it up, use parts of it - whatever. It is fairly well on the grid and I think it is 90bpm though I am not entirely certain of that because I forgot to look before I uploaded it lol. Time signatures are weird. 9/4 and 5/4 and 4/4 alternating. If you need something removed just shoot me a message and I will mute whatever track and burn you a new mix even. That's how nice we are.

If you do something with it, please let us know, send us the link, and remember to give attribution to "Mystic Tape Deck."

Raiding the Halls (reduced - dl enabled)

A showdown with the great white dragon, who has awoken from a thousand years of slumber and is hoarding of all the world’s wealth. Dragons are made to be vanquished but they never go down easily without a fight.

Raiding The Halls of the Money Kings

The faceless, soulless capitalist cabal offers its sincerest condolences and apologies for monetizing life itself, but the apology is hollow and meaningless, falling upon decidedly unsympathetic ears.

How might it sound if our global corporate overlords offered their most lizard-heart-felt apologies for any "inconvenience" their greed and avarice have brought upon our lives? We think it might sound pretty insincere. You know, like a gaslighting apology: "We're sorry you feel that way." There may be an official apology "issued" but culpability is nowhere in sight.

This song started as an innocent and good natured attempt on our part to collaborate with Holy Shitshow @user-649412648 who provided the original piece months ago which inspired this whole crazy chain of events. 

Next thing we knew, it was this whole song and the raft had drifted pretty far away from collaboration island in the process. We still used the piece in the song, and we are grateful for HS to be a part of it in the end. We think it made for a great foundation and love the ambiance it provides to the whole song. Riunite on ice, that's nice!  https://youtu.be/_onOllDF2GY

We dig Holy Shitshow's music deeply, so please hear the original here and we hope you show some love their direction as well: 
https://soundcloud.com/user-649412648/northwestsoutheast-first-wave-open-collab

This track also features some special guests:
On the flute we have Nick Collias
On the saxophone we have @metal-mark Mark Wand

Guitar, ukulele, bass guitar, omnichord, keyboards, melodica, samples, vocals, mix & master, Artwork by PS Perkins

Drums and percussion, mixing assist by R Thomas (@analog-shack)

We Apologize For The Inconvenience

"The Roadside Ghost" by PS Perkins and R Thomas
Guitars, bass, vocals, synths: PS Perkins
Drums, percussion: R Thomas

Featuring Wendy DuMond aka "Bog Witch" aka @mamby-p on phantom background vocals

LYRICS:
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Out on the street, people you'll never meet
Struggling just to survive
You wouldn't want to be them, pretend you don't see them,
Just roll up your windows and drive

But the ghosts are not dead, and they're not in your head
They're just waiting right there to be seen
There's no way of knowing and the rowers keep rowing
Going somewhere that you've never been

Whoa, weary walkers, may I lighten your load?
The night is so long and you're hearing my song
As you sleep at the side of the road
Whoa, weary walkers! How may I lighten your load?

The days turn to ash with no cars whizzing past
Where only the strangers belong
The desert is wide, and then once you're inside
You are hypnotized by its song

With a guitar to strum, the ghost sticks out its thumb
But it no longer hopes for a ride
Just shuffles along to the beat of the song
To lie down by the river side, dreaming....

Whoa, weary walkers, may I lighten your load?
The night is so long and you're hearing my song
As you sleep at the side of the road
Whoa, weary walkers! How may I lighten your load?

With silence to ponder it's hard not to wander 
Your mind becomes vacant and free
No matter the cost, all who wander are lost
Swallowed up by the sagebrush sea

Your forever host is the roadside ghost
And it's broadcasting now on the breeze
You'll see there's no choice, there is only the voice:
"Follow me, follow me, follow me....."

Singing
Whoa, weary walkers, may I lighten your load?
The night is so long and you're hearing my song
As you sleep at the side of the road
Whoa, weary walkers! How may I lighten your load?

BARDS:Of The Shimmering Seraphs

The Roadside Ghost

Now what may foeman's malice do to harm us? What, O Immortal, mortal man's deception?
Absorbed into the heart, be sweet, O Indu, as a kind father to his son, O Soma,
As a wise Friend to friend: do thou, wide-ruler, O Soma, lengthen out our days for living.
These glorious drops that give me freedom have I drunk.
Closely they knit my joints as straps secure a chariot.

Let them protect my foot from slipping on the way: yea,
let the drops I drink preserve me from disease.
Make me shine bright like fire produced by friction:
give us a clearer sight and make us better.

Our maladies have lost their strength and vanished: they feared, and passed away into the darkness.
Soma hath risen in us, exceeding mighty, and we are come where men prolong existence.
Fathers, that Indu which our hearts have drunken, Immortal in himself, hath entered mortals.
So let us serve this Soma with oblation, and rest securely in his grace and favor.
Associate with the Fathers thou, O Soma, hast spread thyself abroad through earth and heaven.

Rig Veda HYMN XLVIII. Soma.

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Lyrics:

Deep under the mountain, the mechanical birth
Kissed by the sky, touched by the Earth
Emerging from the darkness to hold back the waters with a snake...

Drawn from the stone, forged in the flame
Hammered at the anvil and tempered by the rain
Points for the arrows to penetrate the scales of a snake...
To penetrate the scales of the snake

We sought the protector, we sipped of the nectar
We've gone to the light where we all live forever
We've gone to the Gods – what use are enemies now?
Oh, what use are enemies now?

These artifacts of war will outlast us all
In the past where we've flown, in the future we crawl
Back into the womb, what could they take from us now?
Oh, what could they take from us now?

Rustling in the reeds around the lake
Whispers of the law we never break
Oh, the many hammer strokes upon the stake
Eye of bat, tongue of newt, wing of snake
There is only the law.....

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Drums, cymbals, assorted cookie sheets, rubbermaid 50 gallon trash can full of empty aluminum cans (the can can), keyboard/synths, marching, thunder can, misc percussion – R Thomas

Guitars, bass, string arrangements, assorted cookie sheets, rain stick, samples, broken zither, vocals, marching, programming, lyrics, artwork – PS Perkins

Marching, assorted cookie sheets – Sabin Thomas

Mixed and mastered by PS Perkins and R Thomas

The Smith

Atlanta’s “Bog Witch” and Boise’s “Mystic Tape Deck” announce the release of a new collaborative single, “Dogs of Chernobyl” to mark the anniversary of the Chernobyl Disaster.

Following the April 26, 1986 nuclear accident, the City of Pripyat was evacuated. The residents were forced to leave their pets (including domestic dogs) behind.  

Nearly 40 years after the accident, the descendants of these dogs are still living in the Exclusion Zone and a study is currently taking place. 

Scientists are sampling the DNA of the dogs. Apparently, their DNA is irregular in some interesting ways.

Wendy writes “I couldn’t sleep one night and picked-up my phone to surf when I noticed an article about the radioactive dogs of Chernobyl.  Right away it seemed like a song.”  

Wendy invited Mystic Tape Deck to collaborate with her in creating the sonic pallet for this song, the proceeds from all sales of which will be donated to the Clean Futures Fund. 

The Clean Futures Fund relies upon donations to provide medical supplies, vaccines, and food for the dogs living in the Exclusion Zone.  

Donate $1 or more to the Clean Futures Fund via Bandcamp and receive a download of the single: https://mystictapedeck.bandcamp.com/track/dogs-of-chernobyl

Find out more about the Clean Futures Fund:
https://www.cleanfutures.org/dogs-of-chernobyl/

Wendy DuMond: Lyrics, Acoustic Guitar, Vocals
PS Perkins: Electric Guitars, Bass, mallet snare, cymbal stack, midi
Ron Thomas: Drums, hand drums, shakers
Song by Wendy DuMond 
Produced, engineered, and mixed by Mystic Tape Deck
Mastered by Sid Hagan

https://soundcloud.com/mamby-p
https://soundcloud.com/mystictapedeck
https://mystictapedeck.com
http://www.okthenrecords.us/

Dogs of Chernobyl

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"Dogs of Chernobyl" - Bog Witch + Mystic Tape Deck

('Tis a pity about the) Working Man

The misanthropic urge is an urge of defeat, and the urge to be defeated. Of all our various trappings and flaws, our biggest mistake is in not believing in our own capacity for growth and kindness.

We Are More

Undergoing a baptismal rite of The Cloak might resemble something like this song describes. There is not much colloquial knowledge regarding the secret rituals of the Cloak, though many may imagine.

UroboroSoroborU (Part The Veil)

The Shining One names their immortal self “Micaloz” and undergoes many developmental evolutions which resemble the stages of a larger pattern of development found across the various lifeforms of Earth.

Instruments used here:

- washing machine
- can of air duster spray
- mizmar (synth)
- mellotron (synth)
- bone tree/bamboo clackers
- Christmas bell bouncing inside an octagonal hand stretched goat hide drum
- furnace sounds
- large metal bowl with water in it
- miscellaneous digital beeps and bloops
- guitars: electric and acoustic
- bass guitar
- drum kit
- small hand drum
- tambourine
- flute (Nick Collias)
- melodica
- the entire last BARDS album sped up 13x
- digital piano
- Melissa and Doug toy piano
- steel drum
- vocals
- spoken word samples
- Hindi words read by google translate

BARDS: Of The Next Revolution

The Ontogeny of Micaloz in Three Arbitrary Evolutions

< ALL SONGS FREE TO DOWNLOAD, 320kbps MP3 CC LICENSE>

May or may not be obliquely associated with #MysticTapeDeck

This band evolved from the basement underground art rock scene in Boise Idaho in the late 1990's. Way, way underground. We played a lot of shows around town then. Other than the occasional coffee shop show (Big City and Dreamwalker RIP)- mostly at shows we'd put on ourselves or at friends' houses and garages.

We come from the OG psychedelic scene in Boise, many noteworthy bands came about among us and from our own midst. It was all a crazy mess of freaks. At one time we ran a renegade underground art gallery in our adjoining apartments on 23rd street. Wild times that eventually evolved to wilder times, which then somehow dried up and all but blew away. We all went different directions after this, but the two primary members were always songwriter and multi-instrumentalist PS Perkins, and drummer/multi-instrumentalist R Thomas. Other than that band membership was a bit of a rotating cast. If I remember who played what on what songs I will try to get that added but as I said, it was a mixed bag so often hard to tell after so much time has passed.

Never had any kind of "official" release, but did produce limited quantities of cassette releases and a self-released cd titled "From Beneath The Hollow Earth."

We are sharing this music now, nearly 20 years later.  Hope you enjoy it. WE have boxes and boxes of weird stuff we did during this time, and we hope to start digitizing what we can.

Most songs were recorded on a tascam 388 reel to reel console 8 track machine and in most cases mixed to cassette.

('Tis a pity about the) Working Man

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