Free Shipping in BC on all orders of $150 or more. Free Shipping for rest of Canada and USA on all orders of $200 or more.

Free Shipping in BC on all orders of $150 or more. Free Shipping for rest of Canada and USA on all orders of $200 or more.

Chang Zhe Na Wu Ren Wen Jin De Ge Yao

Format:

$34.99

Out of stock

Tim Zha aka Organ Tapes makes a hyperjump to Worldwide Unlimited with an emotionally slushed set of singer-songwriter pearls spiked with his own idiosyncratic production moves. An investigation into big-hearted American alt-country and acoustic pop, it sounds like a DIY inversion filtered thru the autotuned hypersonix with avant stylings.

For over a decade now, Organ Tapes has been masterminding his own obsessively-curated and unique style, channeling an interest in pop and experimental modes through the lens of a British-Chinese artist who’s spent his life between Shanghai and London. Through production work for Triad God and releases for Tobago Tracks, Genome6.66Mbp and Berlin’s much loved Creamcake, he’s developed a style that’s pretty much inimitable, with autotuned vocals informed by a long-term love of dancehall, afrobeats and Soundcloud rap, and songs that slip into folk and country, with a compositional mindset that’s unmistakably non-Western.

“唱着那无人问津的歌谣 / Chang Zhe Na Wu Ren Wen Jin De Ge Yao” (sing the song that no one cares about) expands on the misty landscapes of 2019’s TT-released “Hunger In Me Living,” but while that album retained a wisp of R&B and a vague whiff of ambient, this new one feels firmly grounded in a bedroom pop aesthetic, allowing beams of sunlight to crack through his usually dense, textured clouds. Weft around guitar and vox, Organ Tapes bends the form by employing muffled field recordings, squashed drums and dreamy synths, assembling his tracks with the sort of diaristic warmth you’d expect to find on a claire rousay record.

It’s not a million miles away from Conor Oberst’s electronic diversion “Digital Ash in a Digital Urn” either, but Zha positions himself a few feet away from indie and emo, instead channeling more sparkling influences like TV themes and advertising jingles. His earworm compositions drip with familiar-but-alien riffs, with hooky choruses rendered personal and heartfelt through low-key, lo-fi production smarts. In different hands, it might have all sounded overly exuberant, but anchored by Zha’s muted voice and shaved arpeggios, it’s touching and indelible.

There’s no cynicism here either – the songs work because they come from a genuine place. Just listen to ‘Heaven can wait’ and tell us you ain’t feeling it.

Related Products

Shopping Cart
Scroll to Top

Login

Subscribe to our Newsletter

Subscribe to our Newsletter