Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Castanets' incredible new album, Decimation Blues, is out now Asthmatic Kitty Records!

Castanets' new album, Decimation Blues, is out today on Asthmatic Kitty!

Watch the hauntingly beautiful video for
"Tell Them Memphis"

High praise for Raymond Raposa's incredible return:

"Decimation Blues isn’t as bleak as its title suggests but it does sound like it’s on the brink of a sonic breakdown.” Self-Titled

"Raymond Raposa has been giving us itinerant folk songs as Castanets since the heyday of freak-folk, but he’s survived and evolved.” Stereogum

“...Raposa has shown himself to be a gifted writer of gothic folk and lachrymose country, as well as a restless experimentalist in the mode of his label mate and sometimes-collaborator Sufjan Stevens.”Wondering Sound
“...finds Raposa taking on decidedly less organic sounding instruments in favor of chunky digital sounds.” Portland Mercury
"Raposa’s sixth studio album, fittingly titled Decimation Blues, isn’t going to be letting up on that good gospel of country-gothic terror any time soon.” Tiny Mix Tapes
“...Castanets are back with another minimalistic, somewhat dream-pop inspired experience of folk-driven psychedelia.” Art Rocker
"A series of geographical and temporal postcards, Decimation Blues is, at times, as beautiful and broken as the best of the Castanets’ catalogue, with songs that shape the confessions of a perennial lamenter into hymns for the mutually benighted.” Pitchfork
"Part Leonard Cohen, part old Bob Dylan, part Tom Waits, part lo-fi chillwave, part tumbleweed drawl, and all original, one-man band Ray Raposa is a man of many talents.” Music OMH
"Raposa feeds off desolation and ruin, letting devastation bleed through in his music.” In Your Speakers
* BIO *
The world is loud. The wind blows hard. We need songs for shelter, and Raymond Raposa can build a shelter from almost anything: the sun-bleached bones of a drum track and a couple spare organ chords; a carpet of creeping synth arpeggios, a scaffolding of multi-tracked harmonies, a few scraps of alto sax to prop up the whole structure. Decimation Blues, Raposa’s sixth release as Castanets, marks a decade of scavenger architecture.
In 2004, Raposa gave us a Cathedral to live in, a Gothic, cavernous first album echoing with the souls of lost prophets and wayward lovers. The arrival of Castanets was sudden and strange, like finding Notre Dame in the middle of a desert, like walking into a dusty clapboard dive in the steel and glass heart of the city. From the start, the reductive, ready-to-hand terms—“freak folk,” “new Americana”—fit Castanets uncomfortably. Raposa’s sensibilities were not nostalgic or curatorial but private, allusive, and avant-leaning.
First Light’s Freeze (2005) and In the Vines (2007) further developed the fractured approach ofCathedral. Raposa has known his share of rootlessness. His songs continuously evoke travel, but long for a still center. That duality is also in Raposa’s voice—think of the deadpan baritone of Leonard Cohen shot through with the high yawp of Buck Owens.
City of Refuge (2008) found Raposa recording alone for three weeks in a motel in a desert town in Nevada, crafting Fahey-like guitar miniatures and stripping his songwriting down to struts and beams. “I’m going to run,” Raposa sings again and again, “I’m going to run to the city of refuge,” but sees the shimmering mirage ever receding into the distance. Texas Rose, the Thaw, and the Beasts (2009) opened things back up, returning to the larger confines of Cathedral.  With 2012 came an intriguing excursion: Raymond Byron and the White Freighter’s Little Death Shaker, a collaborative, full-band album that saw Raposa unfurling some loose, late-night energy, covering a surf number, and expanding his aesthetic in every direction.
Which brings us to the new Castanets record, Decimation Blues, the music of a man who’s learned to live and build among the wreckage—twelve seemingly offhand, secretly meticulous tracks that we can hunker down in. “Still always good to be alone in someone else’s home,” Raposa sings. He’ll lend us his place, or teach us how to fix up our own. Come in out of the rain, put your shoes by the fire. The walls might shake, the wind might howl, but you’ll be safe here a while.

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