
Emerging from isolation & self medication with codeine, flexeril and late night walks through Portland, qualchan. imbues the twenty five fleeting tracks on this tape with hazy, fragmented impressions from his somnambulistic excursions through the mt. scott neighborhood’s deserted streets and empty lots. Sounding something like Wolfgang Voigt’s more vaporous output transformed into blissed out house inflected hip hop instrumentals, the result is a dark, haunted collection of music that’s simultaneously beautiful & unsettling. Out now on Strategic Tape Reserve. This tape is sold out.
Purchase / Listen: qualchan. – the end of all seasons.