• Baur - Pecundang
  • Baur - Pecundang

Baur - Pecundang

Divisi62

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A rare piece from Indonesia's Divisi62 label - We got five copies dropped to us by hand delivery, Bali to Bristol!

Keen RWDFWD checkers might remember that we got that RMP / Wahono tape on Divisi62 in some time ago... It's great to now have another piece from this wicked (and one of the few!) Jakarta-via-Bali experimental label.

We're big fans of this one, glad it found it's way to us. Baur's 'Pecundang' is a unique dive into worlds of skewed industrial wonk, with an extra grubby, hallucinogenic splash of industrial dub and headbanging noise attitude... Clanging found-sound percussion and instrumentation that (maybe by default, but still) remind us of Senyawa, goes head-to-head with 80s digital dancehall claps and left-legged, fractured remnants of rave-chug. We hit walls of dizzying feedback. slurred voices go in conversation with acidic synthlines dug out of the echo chamber... It also kind of fits in with a certain gritty strand of 'Bristol sound', sitting somewhere between early Jackson Veil Panther, Giant Swan, Yokel, Spiritflesh and much of the ATC output... but don't assume... because Baur is definitely coming with a singular melted headtop approach.

This album goes real headsy and we find highly detailed,  compositions cloaked in a deft amount of sonic grit.

...It's a listen thrice-and-it's-extra nice type vibe.

Five - often longform - tracks make up this tape, counting in at around 30mins total run time, often kicking off or ending like a kind of stretched journey through different scenes, dark and dimly lit at times, and sometimes wide and open.


For example, those big phasers and delirious bell melodies that rattle over a muffled voice in (we assume) indonesian, as the end-point of 11min oddysey 'Terowongan Jadi Underpass'... Landing us in some real psychedelic Twin Peaks style black lodge scenario, with a touch of funeral, or sombre muted trumpet, is not where we expected to land after those tumultous drums, but we certainly felt more rewarded and intrigued for it.
The next cut goes even deeper into the dirt, with bruised drums making tremors through low-hanging mist and toxic fumes from above... Stay crouched and make your way through this apocalyptic end-time scene, and you'll be rewarded with an angsty, open spaced atmosphere that manages to conjure (even if subtly!) the anthemic atmosphere of a 00's darkside jump up DnB tune, but steering far away from cliches, drifting more towards a dada kind of attitude, even  leaning into a satanic Jodorowsky kind of  mindfxck....

It's a trip... A bad trip, but you'll be cleansed afterwards, promise.

All seekers of twisted scuzz, sideways-headbangers in search of sonic gateways into other worlds... Please do step inside, and enter the tunnel to Baur's 'Pecundang'... 

Edition of 100 tapes.
hand-numbered shells.