Because cassettes rule hard and never really age, The Analog Cave is here to bring you some of the best in underground tapes and collected vision. A cassette is like your best friend, your most trusted travel partner, and a specimen of imaginative fantasy and otherworldly dimension. Pop one in and transform. Ride the highway eternal.

MANAS: Live At: \\NULL|ZØNE//

MANAS are Tashi Dorji on guitar and Thom Nguyen on drums. It’s industrial jazz with a cement bottom and noise heart. Dorji is an experimental guitarist with a penchant for nastiness, and Live At—recorded live at Fresh Produce Records in Macon, Georgia—makes waste of aural pressure, dissecting avenues, corners, and inner-tunes of psychosis. It’s an edgy and tactile formation—sometimes piercing, other times pristine. It showcases a strong language between two artists concerned with exploration and momentum. Often, things carry into other things and the listener gets twisted in a sci-fi act of absolution. There are metal shards that rattle around every international tone; islands and city waste connect on a stage of universality. Jazz bleeds dark and open space is teased throughout, laying an echo of stamina, care, and brain.

Teamm Jordann: Champion (2018 Reissue): Orange Milk Records

Daytime Television and Teams make up Teamm Jordann, a mishmash of cutup brilliance. The group put out stuff in the early ’90s inspired by Michael Jordan and ambient house, and Champion is their athletic expression of singularity, an agreement and mutual extension. There are layers to drift, NBA vibrations, the avant-garde, and colors to shape the quadrant. The duo’s early recordings were sparse and monumental, and Champion builds on that with instant reaction, techno, hip hop, and spatial distinction. Post-structuralism abounds. The nature of boundary-breaking, rule-snapping, and freedom of discourse is key. The skeleton is amassed with fine edges and scholarly hue, the skin rolled out with pieces of stardust and jerseys. You can look at this as a mixtape of gold. Pop it in and cruise the interstate World.

Gemini Sisters: Gemini Sisters: Psychic Troubles Tapes

The sun partakes in the dance of invisibility, the walk of life, of Earth, and the eventual collapse. Gemini Sisters grab this fleeting spark and harness the energy. Waves crash like rays of light in the spectrum; there is peace and collusion, a synergy of collection. John Kolodij and Matt Christensen make up this inventive duo, breathing life into analog collections the globe over. Based loosely on the Gemini zodiac sign, the album veers into the stratosphere, where air is king: breathing, sinking, and free. There is a hard design of fluidity to the group’s debut. The space it collects is to be breathed wholly, ambitiously. Take a left turn at the Astro Station, right of Mars—the Earth’s atmosphere a distant memory—and smile. Gemini Sisters bend toward the light of distant planets, each crossing a moment of acceptance.

Opening Bell: Compound Eyes / Loma Atomal: Sleeping Giant Glossolalia

New York City’s Opening Bell intersect the domain of doom, noise, and industrial. The trio are open to ideas, sensations, and atmospheres. Compound Eyes / Loma Atomal is a shard of the past and the future. “Loma Atomal” is a reworking of an old composition, varying from cloud steps to distant roar. It’s reworked “with love and gratitude to Nevada Hill,” the band state. The honor and aspiration can be felt. There is a sadness that love carries, and the song manages to dent and subdue this rhythm. “Compound Eyes” is hard electronic angles, with variation and dimension. The song creeps with shadowy alleys, Brooklyn dives, and Hudson River steam, angling for inner-tribulation. It’s hard without ever breaking the wall, something Opening Bell manage to master particularly with their live show: a vibrant stepping stone of atmosphere and steel.

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