Ak'Chamel Spiritually Unemployed LP/Vinyl

“???????????????????? ????????????’???? ???????????????? ????????????????????????????’???? ???????????????? ????????????????????????????????????????????…???????????????? ???????? ???????????? ???????????????????? ???????? ????????????????????????????????????????????, ???????????????????? ???????????????????????????? ???????????? ????????????????????”.Ak’chamel, The Givers of Illness plunged into truly deranged extremes to summon the decayed, otherworldly essence captured on Spiritually Unemployed, embracing unhinged and esoteric methods during the tracking process. Recorded in a makeshift adobe studio amid liminal border-zone ruins.Nocturnal treks along forgotten stretches near the U.S.-Mexico line, through derelict border outposts and sun-bleached vehicle husks, yielded unique recording opportunities: Ak’chamel dragged tape decks like sacrificial talismans, to capture gravel crunch, distant javalina fights, and unintentional EVP-like anomalies. Harvesting the psychic weight of migration, abandonment, and geopolitical limbo. (e.g., Track 9: Blu Ray Séances and Weather App Prophesies)A half-broken oud, double-reed pipes, a battered hurdy-gurdy, and self-built spike fiddles were “tortured” pre-recording; strings detuned to unstable microtonal chaos, reeds soaked in questionable desert-sourced liquids, and instruments were kept outdoors to absorb ambient dew, dust, and wild temperature swings, ensuring every take carried an unpredictable, haunted instability. (e.g., Track5: Serpent House)Vintage cassette decks and reel-to-reel units were powered through erratic, low-voltage setups (literally dying generators) which introduced random voltage drops, speed fluctuations, and ghostly dropouts mid-take — turning tracking into unpredictable spirit interventions. Fresh analog takes were dubbed onto tapes previously buried in arid soil throughout the hot day, then exhumed and played back while layering new overdubs; creating a palimpsest of temporal erosion where past decay bleeds into present performance. (e.g., Track 8: Nothin Wounded Goes Uphill)Live performances were blasted through overloaded, malfunctioning analog chains (cranked cassette walkmans, battered spring reverbs filled with gravel, warped echo units), then physically “mauled” by running the tape through sandpaper-wrapped capstans or crushing segments underfoot before re-splicing — resulting in tracks that feel compressed, twisted, and ruptured. (e.g., Track 10: My Little Pony Apocalypse Diorama Playset)Thus the desert claims its due: instruments tortured into prophecy, tapes interred and exhumed in chapels of malfunction. Spiritually Unemployed is the resulting artifact—a sonic border autopsy where enlightenment arrives not as a sealed doctrine but as an open infested wound.Todo lo que toco se pudre bonito.