Where textus became textus and how I operated within (on the fabulously named We’re gonna get fuckin’ drunk tonight boys) and Silvered alumnus (on the exquisite Armed Within Movement) are fresh out of the blocks. It’ll be a head-to-head race to the number one spot, but only one of ’em can make it.
The former comprises a series of woven sounds recorded over a finite period of time, all mixed together. There’s a contact mic’d recording of an aeroplane, bowed ukulele, feedback clusters, synthesisers and tapes to boot. In fairness, although this might seem excessive and overwrought, these unfold and overlap of over the forty minute duration of the cdr. It mixes the most claustrophobic and expansive sounds that I could eek out of my tools.
The latter is an altogether different beast, albeit working within similar stylistics. The A side presents an unpicking of one tape loop, stretching it and compressing it, melting it and firing pure square waves right to the core. Dreams of the inner mechanics of magnetism etc., while the B side sticks back together one long evening (sort of) tonal work out. It is re-narrated arbitrarily, and mixed with the darkness of the Huddersfield night sky (I would have mixed the snow from the monument on the cover into it too, but it had melted several months before.)
I’m dead proud to have released these on such ace labels, and they’re cheap as chips too, so see if you can make you pennies stretch that far and send them to the top of the Christmas drone charts.