International Anthem Recording Company
recorded live at carefree studios in bk by ian hersey on june 20, 2017
all tunes written by jaimie branch (BMI) and Jason Nazary (BMI) except ohoneotree suite (pt 1) and seclusion self written by jason nazary.
produced by jaimie branch & jason nazary
edited by jason nazary
mixed by dave vettraino
mastered by david allen
artwork by jaimie branch
liner notes by rob mazurek
design by craig hansen
Anteloper [w/ Jaimie Branch] – Kudu [BLUE VINYL] - New LP
Regular price
$ 30.00
ANTELOPER is the electric brain child of JAIMIE BRANCH (fly or die, high life) and JASON NAZARY (little women, helado negro, bear in heaven). Branch and Nazary have been playing together as trumpeter and drummer for years, since meeting at the New England Conservatory of Music in 2002, but in this duo both musicians include synthesizers to push further into the spectral space ship ether. With deep rhythmic passages, telepathic improvisations and effortless melodic negotiations, Anteloper pushes forward, swinging its horns all the while.
Liner Notes by Rob Mazurek:
Making audible what is silent, Branch and Nazary punch clouds into audible spacetime. Perspectives shift in weight and wander, sometimes distilled into perfect shots of mystic rum and sometimes left alone in an overgrown petrified aluminum forest, dripping and seething into utopian oblivion. Shifting sequences, sky ships arriving...Turn on the slow cruise and mess with slo deep sound for a time... let the frequency of who YOU are mingle with the mindfulness fullness that Anteloper IS. Multiple dimensions collide and caress like a wooly tiger, kissing suns and embracing the nothingness, cracking this nothingness into sheets of corrugated dreams. The Sometimes is the Always is the Now is the Forever. Backwards, Forwards and Everywhere. Psychotronics in Plus in Minus. The constant sounds hovering just above the peach tree, glistening silver against the dark blue sky evaporate into the orange trunk and feeds us all. Spring is here, and all the stars seem to know. Slow moves to fast... Faster... It feeds itself in a constant tumble and tightrope stagger and roll... and now a handstand... and now the perfect hypnotic pose and shift and wait and hear. Look straight into the eyes. Don’t look away. Listen with eyes closed and don’t move. Simple lines fear nothing. Sound fears nothing. Ecstatic... Electric past, present and future outposts, never in one place only. They build themselves after long years of finding... Always shifting, always still, always in motion whether it happened or not... a moving stillness writhing in its own glorious invisible frame.
Liner Notes by Rob Mazurek:
Making audible what is silent, Branch and Nazary punch clouds into audible spacetime. Perspectives shift in weight and wander, sometimes distilled into perfect shots of mystic rum and sometimes left alone in an overgrown petrified aluminum forest, dripping and seething into utopian oblivion. Shifting sequences, sky ships arriving...Turn on the slow cruise and mess with slo deep sound for a time... let the frequency of who YOU are mingle with the mindfulness fullness that Anteloper IS. Multiple dimensions collide and caress like a wooly tiger, kissing suns and embracing the nothingness, cracking this nothingness into sheets of corrugated dreams. The Sometimes is the Always is the Now is the Forever. Backwards, Forwards and Everywhere. Psychotronics in Plus in Minus. The constant sounds hovering just above the peach tree, glistening silver against the dark blue sky evaporate into the orange trunk and feeds us all. Spring is here, and all the stars seem to know. Slow moves to fast... Faster... It feeds itself in a constant tumble and tightrope stagger and roll... and now a handstand... and now the perfect hypnotic pose and shift and wait and hear. Look straight into the eyes. Don’t look away. Listen with eyes closed and don’t move. Simple lines fear nothing. Sound fears nothing. Ecstatic... Electric past, present and future outposts, never in one place only. They build themselves after long years of finding... Always shifting, always still, always in motion whether it happened or not... a moving stillness writhing in its own glorious invisible frame.
recorded live at carefree studios in bk by ian hersey on june 20, 2017
all tunes written by jaimie branch (BMI) and Jason Nazary (BMI) except ohoneotree suite (pt 1) and seclusion self written by jason nazary.
produced by jaimie branch & jason nazary
edited by jason nazary
mixed by dave vettraino
mastered by david allen
artwork by jaimie branch
liner notes by rob mazurek
design by craig hansen
"Fuck your technique, sound first." - jaimie branch
"Fuck your technique, sound first." -- jaimie branch (1983 - 2022) Holy moly, I'm pretty darn picky when it comes to jazz (and while often I love when artists get adventurous and all crazy, that's not usually my feelings when it comes to jazz..often when people say it's great jazz because it's really adventurous, I hate it even more...lose the solos and gimme the forward groove or you will lose me so quickly... mostly it's just maximum R&B that I love, whether you call it punk, groove, power pop, funk...it's all the same thing, maximum R&B...pack it into the song and the rhythm, charge it forward and end it quickly) but jaime branch is both adventurous and just completely amazing, offers so much but keeps it packed into the groove, and even when instrumental reflection takes her off the path and into the forests of the mind, when her stories of racism and bullshit must be told, and her flights of fancy fly away like birds from the trees along the way, who am I to gripe when she's clearly got a complete grip on what she's doing. She packs so much history in her music, the knowledge, sounds and lessons of key Black artists of the previous century mixed with hints her own history, playing in ska and punk band as a youth, growing up with hip-hop and Nirvana, and dealing with the issues at hand in the world today and tapping into her Latin American heritage (Colombian on her mother's side) to add that infectious focus of latin american percussion to flavor some of her recipes, coming out of all that and bringing it into her music, which moves far away from her ska and punk beginnings to the places she has to go, to follow the pain and joy wherever it brings her. She is a sum of her parts and so much more. She's simply out of sight. -- winch
"Fuck your technique, sound first." -- jaimie branch (1983 - 2022) Holy moly, I'm pretty darn picky when it comes to jazz (and while often I love when artists get adventurous and all crazy, that's not usually my feelings when it comes to jazz..often when people say it's great jazz because it's really adventurous, I hate it even more...lose the solos and gimme the forward groove or you will lose me so quickly... mostly it's just maximum R&B that I love, whether you call it punk, groove, power pop, funk...it's all the same thing, maximum R&B...pack it into the song and the rhythm, charge it forward and end it quickly) but jaime branch is both adventurous and just completely amazing, offers so much but keeps it packed into the groove, and even when instrumental reflection takes her off the path and into the forests of the mind, when her stories of racism and bullshit must be told, and her flights of fancy fly away like birds from the trees along the way, who am I to gripe when she's clearly got a complete grip on what she's doing. She packs so much history in her music, the knowledge, sounds and lessons of key Black artists of the previous century mixed with hints her own history, playing in ska and punk band as a youth, growing up with hip-hop and Nirvana, and dealing with the issues at hand in the world today and tapping into her Latin American heritage (Colombian on her mother's side) to add that infectious focus of latin american percussion to flavor some of her recipes, coming out of all that and bringing it into her music, which moves far away from her ska and punk beginnings to the places she has to go, to follow the pain and joy wherever it brings her. She is a sum of her parts and so much more. She's simply out of sight. -- winch