Aeronaut – Preflight/Launch (Fabrica)
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This dude is pure fucking magic. Steve Fors’ debut as Aeronaut last year, Coronal Mass was outstanding, and his time spent in The Golden Sores has sadly continued without much fanfare. But man, Your Space Transmissions Listening Kit is all out soaring static bliss, telling the story (from the perspective of a 7 year old) of an astronaut lost in the blackness of space (perfectly timed with Cuarón’s upcoming Gravity). Four 15 minute tracks that dance with death, pushed to the edge of asphyxiating on bittersweet euphoria, staring straight into the heart of a star and filling your ears with the sound of golden perfection, moments lasting forever stuck in the vacuum of nothing, isolated dread, swirling stardust, abyss meditation, and harmonic beauty, unsure if you’re in heaven or hell, just overwhelmed by every sight & sound. Only 100 CDs of this beast were made but every one of them includes a pair of 3D glasses and some sweet anaglyph images.
Aeronaut – Coronal Mass One (Fabrica)
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If there’s any justice, this is gonna get mad praise, because this tape is the fucking best. Aeronaut is Steve Fors, half of the criminally underrated The Golden Sores, and Coronal Mass is, hopefully, his breakout record. Two side-long tracks of limitless bliss, synths floating through dark matter on its way to the brightest supernova, soft glowing static making way for restrained guitar feedback, majestic but not ostentatious, the dude goes all out shimmer & shine but (with the exception of the climax) is still refined, not show-offy or gloating, just pure drone joy, the kind that puts you at ease with it’s gloriousness, but to be honest the final half of the second side does get pretty rowdy, incorporating what sounds like some of Fors’ vocals, some deep space angel holding your hand through the golden stardust, and the feedback ramps up, blurs your vision, and effortlessly sends you soaring through hyperspace, stars & planets streaking by, wholly submerged in euphoric drones. The (second) best part about Coronoal Mass is that it comes in a beautiful hand-assembled/hand-painted wooden box, edition of 50, for only $10. Buy two and give one to your friend. Trust me.
