In case you already didn’t know this, I play with Karin Tatoyan and Thomas “The One Second Time Machine” Greene all the time here in Los Angeles. With synths, vocals, and machinery from space we create a wall of sound that seems to come from the bellows of some orchestral demon from outer space.
Fol Chen is pretty amazing too.
Here’s some press for both:
“Haunting” is too terrestrial to ascribe to the voice and sounds of this 24-year-old LA-based chanteuse–when Kárin Tatoyan opens her mouth, ghosts gather to take notes. After a few years unraveling quiet etherea from a piano bench, Tatoyan was reborn as baroque banshee. On stage, she writhes, crawls and croons, wailing black beauty over a dizzying array of electronics (loops, keys, knobs) and instrumentation (French horn, cello, drums). And with a clear taste for both chaos and costumes (not to mention her soaring voice), Tatoyan readily cconjures images of a young Bjork on the verge. Her studio output thus far is minimal, but she’s only biding time while the storm brews.” – Louis Vlack, Coachella Magazine
“Think of Tatoyan as a baroque Bjork. If her haunting vocals don’t dazzle you, her odd music will — counterposing, as it does, weird electronics, sound effects and loops with the very organic tones of a French horn and cello. Seeing her is like watching an Escher come to life. Almost-mathematical repetition gives way to chaos; melodies build and build yet resist payoff, like stairways to nowhere” – LA Times
Fol Chen:
John Shade moves with composure and ease through arch, almost dour indie pop (”The Believers”) as well as joyous dollops of Of Montreal-inspired electro pop. The sexily deadpan “Cable TV” brings all the moods together, celebrating the joys of cheap motel rooms and Janet Jackson songs with boop-beeps, handclaps, and a wry smile.” – Spin Magazine
“L.A.’s best new band? Probably. Fol Chen’s beguiling, witty synth-pop with guitar, funky keyboards and West Coastian harmonies comes from a semimysterious unit that, according to its bio, sounds like “that mysterious black object that the creepy family is staring at on the cover of Led Zeppelin’s Presence album.” – LA Weekly
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