{"id":1352,"date":"2014-03-28T20:01:56","date_gmt":"2014-03-28T20:01:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hausumountain.com\/?page_id=1352"},"modified":"2014-03-29T18:17:22","modified_gmt":"2014-03-29T18:17:22","slug":"jerry-paper-andy-boay","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/hausumountain.com\/?page_id=1352","title":{"rendered":"Jerry Paper \/ Andy Boay"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1><a href=\"https:\/\/hausumountain.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/JP+AB-j-card.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-large wp-image-1353\" alt=\"NAC_3-Panel_JcardTemplate_FRONT\" src=\"https:\/\/hausumountain.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/JP+AB-j-card-1024x1024.jpg\" width=\"584\" height=\"584\" srcset=\"https:\/\/hausumountain.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/JP+AB-j-card-1024x1024.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/hausumountain.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/JP+AB-j-card-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/hausumountain.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/JP+AB-j-card-300x300.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 584px) 100vw, 584px\" \/><\/a><\/h1>\n<h5>The physical bodies of Jerry Paper and Andy Boay might roam the mean streets of Brooklyn, NY &#8211; land of prestige, sidewalk garbage, and <a href=\"https:\/\/hausumountain.com\/?page_id=924\">Sugarman<\/a> &#8211; but their eternal spirits occupy other realms. Pop their split cassette into your tape deck, press [PLAY], and explore their interior landscapes for thirty or so minutes. If your deck features the &#8220;Auto-Flip&#8221; function, feel free to extend your journey indefinitely.<\/h5>\n<h1><\/h1>\n<h5>Jerry Paper (Lucas Nathan, to his dentist) sketched out his singular persona on previous releases with Orange Milk, Digitalis, and Patient Sounds, uniting elements of exotica and post-YMO electro-pop into extra-terrestrial torch songs animated by his squelching synths and idiosyncratic croonery. If debut LP <i>Jerry Paper Feels Emotions <\/i>found our protagonist wallowing in self-deprecation and romantic turmoil, his side of this split evinces a more rose-tinted mindset: perhaps, I daresay, nestled in the arms of someone new? <i>The Now Sound For Today&#8217;s Lovers<\/i> showcases some of the lushest JP material to date, stretching his ornate arrangements into multi-segmented tracks that span emotional atmospheres closer to the &#8220;NICE&#8221; side of the spectrum. He &#8220;feels romantic&#8221; as the bleeps of &#8220;Funny Girl&#8221; escalate into a jittering climax of clipped attacks and solo leads. &#8220;Come Over&#8221; blossoms into mutant funk handclaps as JP beckons a paramour into his zone. The MIDI flutes and robo-Motown vibes of &#8220;Romeo (My MO)&#8221; slide into the woozy bliss of &#8220;Melt,&#8221; in which the maestro leads us into a whistle-gilded denouement.<\/h5>\n<h1><\/h1>\n<h5>Andy Boay has conquered stages and hearts across the US (and Slavic Asia) as one half of psych-rock brotherhood Tonstartssbandht, cutting loose enough 6- and 12-string guitar licks in the process to constitute an entire Encyclopedia of Shred, dogeared at the entries of Jerry Garcia and Sandy Bull. <i>Turn of the Century, <\/i>his side of this split tape, transcends touchstones of &#8220;rock&#8221; or &#8220;folk&#8221; in favor of a mammoth loop session of self-harmonizing vocals and omni-Americana improv. Boay invokes the &#8220;waters wide and knee-deep&#8221; over shaker rhythms and twanging leads, his voice swelling into confident falsetto melodies, before washing the mix clean with delay abstraction and tempo manipulation. His dense collage of multi-instrumental loops tears off in a peyote trip across the barren plains, cresting to a peak of bludgeoning beats and time-stretched snippets of earlier input. As the chaos crumbles into the sustain and pulse of the finale, Boay&#8217;s effected vocal work improbably channels The Proclaimers for one last mission into the wild.<\/h5>\n<h1><\/h1>\n<h5>Available April 2014 on limited edition cassette.<\/h5>\n<h1><\/h1>\n<h5>Artwork by: Amanda Siegel.<\/h5>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The physical bodies of Jerry Paper and Andy Boay might roam the mean streets of Brooklyn, NY &#8211; land of prestige, sidewalk garbage, and Sugarman &#8211; but their eternal spirits occupy other realms. 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