Author Archives: Todd B. Gruel

About Todd B. Gruel

A bearded biped who still believes in 35mm film, 6-string guitars, and jet black cats.

A Gene from a Genome: The Transient Tapes of Muzan Editions

Named after a portmanteau fusing the Chinese characters for “dream” and “mountain,” Muzan Editions is a small-run cassette label based in Nara, Japan. Its artists span the rainbow of contemporary electronic music, pursuing a dream of technology within the mountain

A Gene from a Genome: The Transient Tapes of Muzan Editions

Named after a portmanteau fusing the Chinese characters for “dream” and “mountain,” Muzan Editions is a small-run cassette label based in Nara, Japan. Its artists span the rainbow of contemporary electronic music, pursuing a dream of technology within the mountain

Birds of Passage ~ The Death of Our Invention

Alicia Merz cultivates wilderness within vulnerability. The New Zealand singer-songwriter known as Birds of Passage pens faded folk frayed by silvery drones, attic songs whispered while one’s parents quarrel downstairs. But The Death of Our Invention doesn’t sag with what’s

Birds of Passage ~ The Death of Our Invention

Alicia Merz cultivates wilderness within vulnerability. The New Zealand singer-songwriter known as Birds of Passage pens faded folk frayed by silvery drones, attic songs whispered while one’s parents quarrel downstairs. But The Death of Our Invention doesn’t sag with what’s

Yann Novak ~ The Future is a Forward Escape Into the Past

The Future is a Forward Escape Into the Past vibrates ever so slowly, dilating like a time-traveler’s portal. Listeners reaching deep into the crackling speakers will watch one’s body dissolve into sound waves, emerging in a universe resembling our own, in

Yann Novak ~ The Future is a Forward Escape Into the Past

The Future is a Forward Escape Into the Past vibrates ever so slowly, dilating like a time-traveler’s portal. Listeners reaching deep into the crackling speakers will watch one’s body dissolve into sound waves, emerging in a universe resembling our own, in

Pecking at Borders with Corvo Records

Corvo Records‘ mission is best expressed by the label’s animated logo: a black vinyl disc blinking beside a record player’s arm. As Corvo’s owner Wendelin Büchler explains, the icon shares the profile of a black-faced bird (in Italian, corvo means crow):

Pecking at Borders with Corvo Records

Corvo Records‘ mission is best expressed by the label’s animated logo: a black vinyl disc blinking beside a record player’s arm. As Corvo’s owner Wendelin Büchler explains, the icon shares the profile of a black-faced bird (in Italian, corvo means crow):

CC ~ AM

Haunted by what never was—and yet will always be—AM gathers ghostly sounds from radios commonly used in Cold War espionage. Copy or not, CC plays crackerjack sleuth to perfection. Across 30 short tracks, armed with antenna for magnifying glass, the

CC ~ AM

Haunted by what never was—and yet will always be—AM gathers ghostly sounds from radios commonly used in Cold War espionage. Copy or not, CC plays crackerjack sleuth to perfection. Across 30 short tracks, armed with antenna for magnifying glass, the

Patkus ~ Alyosha

For those caught in thunderstorms without a coat, science suggests that one weighs more when soaked through with rain. And yet, what if the same tears from bruised clouds could bridge body and spirit? In a flash baptism by blizzard,

Patkus ~ Alyosha

For those caught in thunderstorms without a coat, science suggests that one weighs more when soaked through with rain. And yet, what if the same tears from bruised clouds could bridge body and spirit? In a flash baptism by blizzard,

Slow Heart Music ~ This Body Is Not Me

When was the last time we moseyed through a dream without a worry—when not bushy-tailed prey dodging Id-fanged phantoms stomping, snorting, nipping at our heels—or drifted through a dream without a fancy—when not some hungry hunter foraging for elixirs (sweet

Slow Heart Music ~ This Body Is Not Me

When was the last time we moseyed through a dream without a worry—when not bushy-tailed prey dodging Id-fanged phantoms stomping, snorting, nipping at our heels—or drifted through a dream without a fancy—when not some hungry hunter foraging for elixirs (sweet