in foxy digitalis. Read it HERE:

/R

Ah mix-tapes, just the mention of the word invokes memories of spending hours sifting through cds, other tapes and records in order to compile all the right songs to fit and flow together in one wholly new and distinct experience. Mix-tapes are traps for memories, experiences to re-experience locked within a time frame of 60 to 90 minutes. Making a mix-tape for someone is not simply about sharing music, but about sharing your music, those essential pieces that are ordered in the right way to communicate the desired emotion.

The major fallback with mix-tapes is that they were prone to getting tossed around, beat up, lost, found, partially taped over, mangled in faulty cassette players, or damaged in any variety of imaginable and unimaginable manner. Yet no matter how much battering the object went through, if the tape was important enough, there were always means of attempting to salvage it. Some would go as far as splicing it, dubbing it onto a new cassette, even carefully removing the tape itself from the damaged housing and placing it into a fresh one. With each change the cassette becomes further removed from its origins, taking on a life of its own; a life that you yourself made for it and that ages with you.

With "Mixtape Vol. 1" We Were Dancing deliver a musical facsimile, or homage to those cassettes that have altered through the years. Under layers of hiss, muttering voices and other odd ambiences, reminiscent of tape wear a tinge of melody comes through, or a voice singing a song, or someone speaking in a room. The layered patina of sounds becomes a muffled mass at points, and then occasionally a fragment of clarity seeps in. "We Won't Get Old" is a rather murky affair, where the origins of the sounds are quite indiscernible. Creating a listening experience that is overflowing with nostalgia. Listening to this tape is like visiting an attic that's been stuffed to the brim with old memories, or searching through a book of photographs that belonged to your great grandparents. Things feel somewhat familiar, yet sound alien, as you've been removed so far from the source. The main strength of these sounds, is how nicely they invoke a distinct melancholia and air of fascination that only arises when encountering fragments of moments long past. 8/10 -- Cory Card (26 February, 2008)

Dead Letters Spell Out Dead Words / We Were Dancing
"No Words" / "Randomness and the women of devotion"
 C40, HWNL 003

Info:
"I was fortunate enough to attend W.W.D.'s second gig, and it surely erased eventual doubts that laptop based, electronic music is devoid of any emotion. Following a long line of uninteresting poetry and conservative quasi-philosophy on an outdoors festival in Malm--, the gig risked being postponed five hours due to the loose schedule. I guess that played a part in what then happened, but it really doesn't matter. What came out of the speakers was something original and uncompromising, a cathartic workout that during ten minutes wrapped us inside piercing tones, cut-up voices and a generous amount of tape hiss. Simply put: the best music I'd heard from Robin so far.
   Half a year later a re-worked version of the live set was presented at Teater Weimar, and now in the suiting cassette format. It doesn't really sound like back then, and why should it? It has morphed into a looping, crackling creature of its own; part H--rspiel, part glitchpop, even bordering to a beat.

Dead Letters shouldn't need an introduction by now, here presenting another bleak departure in the No Words series. It could be compared with riding one of the old, rickety Gothenburg trams (neglecting the sleek new Italian ones of course) while devoting yourself to the howling soundscapes of the worn rails. The analogy is paralleled by the fact that the track was recorded on a train between Gothenburg and Oslo, and what emerge from within are subterranean noises and drones in motion, a darkness slowly evolving from the gloomy heart of the Swedish west coast."

-Peter Henning, 2007/2008.



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"The first collaborative effort from Hwem/Namenlos is a re-issue of Robin Rådenmans brilliant EP, orginally put out in digital format on Hwem. As soon as I had heard it I felt it had to be released on cassette as well.
   "We Won't Get Old" is a lo-fi journey through the emotional soundscape of everyday life and a tribute to dictaphone jams and broken contact mics. Still, buried under layers of hiss one still finds a pop nerv akin to, say The Smiths, but remaining is only traces of a chord — chopped and screwed to a passing crackle.
   Apart from the original Hwem release, the cassette edition also features a new side long track. Dip in to find some (not so) sweet ambient drone meditations.
The cassette is limited to 100 copies and comes with inserts designed and created by Peter Henning, Namenlos."

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We Were Dancing - Mixtape Vol.1 - "we won´t get old"
is out on Hwem today!

It´s a collection of songs I recorded in Malmö in the fall of 2006. Very lo-fi and crappy sounds... It was recorded on cassette and originally meant to be released exclusively on that same format, but we decided to make it available on hwem as mp3 as well.
Hope you enjoy it!

I also have a remix on Militant Fields´ "80.39" re-release on the same label, together with remixes of 80.39 by Dead letters spell out dead words and Militant fields himself.

Check it out on www.hwem.net

/Robin