Thursday, January 24, 2013

Cyan Kid: Releasing 4 new albums today

Today is the 5th birthday of cyan kid's myspace (link) which means cyan kids birthday. 4 albums have been made in those years (2 of them with friends Terror Bird and Allie) and I wanna use the occasion to separate from my cyanese twin and finish the project by releasing another 4 on this present day.

Among other they include the original material from the 2 mixes released on YouTube and Mixcloud last year. Possible future sounds will probably not be released under that name.

They are available from today on the new Cyan Kid Bandcamp site that also features all previous releases, and eBay (see "RTN049 Cyan Kid Bandana" below):

I wanna send out my love to everyone who has ever been involved in the Ramin Ton collective and am looking forward to the release of both Allie's and Oh Ne's new album. Special thanks to my boys Loki who helped with archive recordings needed for the project, and Omar who I couldnt have done this without and who provides the following beautiful introducing text for today's releases:

What would music be without keratin or would u die for love tonite
by Stine Omar Midtsæter

I sip sour white wine as i wait for midnite. 7 used snuses on a plate where my dinner sat. augustines mjau for he hasnt seen him for 2 days. will he as cat understand that his lovers body is a tool for making the music of cyan kid? he lies with paws on snake longing for the tan hand currently being unfaithful at ableton live.
max boss, the body where the cyan kid settled 5 years ago, is working on a bomb. installed in the headquarters with wild growing facial hair and living on leftover christmas candy and vitamin pills only, blue and yellow, one in the morning one in the night. u would be surprised how fit and tan, considering he doesnt go outside and he eats no vegetables. he does have his daily espresso tho and for this he walks out into the backyard and up 4 stairs to the friendly freak of a neighbor osman eriksson and the roommates augustine and stine. osman makes the finest espresso and sometimes theres even some left over-lunch for max.

lately osman has had a little worried look on his face seeing maxes growing facial and skinny bones, but he doesnt mention it as he respects the way of the struggling artist. and as soon as max is opening up about the coming of techno, osman is assured of the importance of the growing beard. the music must own time till deadline.

i think about music journalism. no i don't but I'm looking at this cool magazine lying here about girls on drums maybe wishing i could write an actual album release text, all-nerd, throw off-term, but I'm just a heart right now dropping some lines about the max boss based phenomena cyan kid, an always-surprising never-boring heart-breaking breath-taking booty-shaking pop-chameleon. and my love for the base of it.

augustine has a big crush on max. it started for real when he gave him a hickey the other day, it may have been an accident but in the heat of the moment playing with the snake, a gift max brought, his little claws ripped maxes neck open. augustine finds this incredible sexy and motivating. he will sit down watching max drink the coffee and chew the food focusing on his steady jaws and neverending tan surrounding this hickey. when coffees done augustine will mjau until max will play with the snake and when max leaves he will weep and try share his confusion wit osman or stine but they be to lazy, to boring, stine at the computer, osman at the soft spot.

an xl pizza to regain strenght. the bass, the tapes, the analog box, the singer, the songwriter, the techno, the kid, the end, the principles, the concepts, the power eso, the new rooms, the silence, the loggia, the forest.

i have seen shadows in the hallways, a shadow only driven by needs to pee or cups of tea. tho what it cannot escape is our midnite. the holy nightcap is respected and evermore appreciated in tight times. my mattress holds the liquor. nowadays the berliner luft peppermint, no fridge lukewarm in little turkish cups under the brutal light of the lone bulb.

so we meet. we talk about going to a turkish barber after the release. the razor will not handle this growth. we talk about how this naturally will be followed by the kumpir potato fucker and champagne in styrofoam. thursday has picked a good celebration or celebration has picked a good day for sure.

how we would be having silent parties in the night next door, not keeping it down for he would not be bothered thru headphones anyways but silent parties itunes shuffle out of built-in speakers at mattress, only half present for the better ear to be possibly so lucky to hear something, a promise of what to come, of what to be recently added in our itunes in a week, in 4 days, tomorrow. this kid this forever best friend sitting tight next door working on something that i take for granted will have huge impact in my daily routines which is already so much him, but u know, something at my ipod when he doesnt wanna follow to the store or in my walks around the park.

there will be cup-noodles, yumyum curry. i am told how the facial hair is driving him crazy. sometimes its hard to tell if the current craze is a good or a bad one. im guessing as long as u get ur stuff done its good enough. how the brown eyes focuses, how the headset fits the head around the unshaven face. how the noodle soup breaks get shorter and shorter, more and more efficient. but he will never eat and work at the same time, these things are naturally separated. and how i love his logics that makes so much sense when i see it in his perspective tho they never apply to me. light must be visible at the end of this tunnel for he took his time tonite, even a snus. fatlipped we were silently speaking of thursday

this is starting to look like a teaser for the auto-biography SHOWER OF AN ORCHID - THE UNAUTHORIZED AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF MAX BOSS that will come out some day. its not. these are words on cyan kid and life among it. These are words of love and affection. These are stories of northbound hearts and hair-growth. This is a compliment to the bomb.

as it is now, i am stine, roommate of osman and augustine. we live on the 4th floor in the vorder hause max lives on the 1st floor of the hinterhause. i go down for the midnitecap. down the flowerpainted staircase, painted by the kunstler im hause. snow is falling on the ground between our buidings. tonite so fresh i was the first to put traces. a silent backyard towards a door neverlocked. we finished of the peppermint. light must be visible at the end of this tunnel for he took his time tonite, even a snus. fatlipped we were silently speaking of thursday.

its mixing day. i can tell by the way he has to sit straight. i stay horizontal. i need no more than to observe this in the making and the promise of tomorrows parties and the privilege of being right here and free downloads to come.

farewell kiddo, and thank u for the music.



RTN049: Cyan Kid: Bandana

This album will only be available through eBay as a stream in the auction of the bass guitar the album was made with. After the end of the auction it will be released to Bandcamp, iTunes etc

>eBay-listing (link)

EDIT 2013-02-03:


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