Yado Tasu / HOTEL 10 KM

ess a tapestry than an errant strand of lunatic fringe, Yado Tasu – Hotel 10KM pulls us through a jungle of abandoned airwaves, smoky jazz clubs, and lost VHS tape with the guiding hand of Yado Tasu’s distinct brand of kitchen-sink bedroom-funk. Imagine a soundtrack Richie Unterberger might dream up for his conversation pit and you’re almost there. More than just record-collector music, Yado Tasu – Hotel 10KM is the groggy stirring of a record collection awakened.
“Hotel 10KM was made in spare and forced moments with a Tascam 4-track cassette recorder and a laptop in storage units, closets, bedrooms, a church, and a classroom from 2020-2023.
It is maybe some or all of the following: a confused love letter to my family, a concept album about death, a stay-at-home parent’s descent into madness, and/or a clumsy melange of too many inspirations.