Archive for March, 2014

22/03/2014

Busy times

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2014 has been busy so far. Two releases on hXe per month continues with the latest, Ascension through apathy by Kevin Sanders (which is me, so I’m kind of talking in the third person, which is always odd; At least with the ‘petals’ moniker, you can kind of justify it, but here, I’m not so sure). Also this month, alongside the ‘petals’ cassette on Beartown Records mentioned before, the Eyes in glass cassette, as ‘Kevin J Sanders’, comes out on KIKS / GFR 28/03/2014 (although I have two copies one copy no copies left with me now… get in touch via kevinjsanders@gmail.com if you’re interested in getting one from me).

I was gifted a guitar last weekend by my father-in-law. When he visited over Christmas, he seemed to enjoy, or rather he was able to at least hear some tonal inferences into some of the ukulele stuff I had been been doing towards the end of 2013. As such, he enquired whether I wanted a guitar. Of course I did. I’m 30 and have never had a guitar; How could I refuse? Rock ‘n’ roll superstardom, here we come…

So, having brought it back home last weekend, I plugged it it into ol’ Daphon RG-140 amp (the one with the random 3/4 minute recording function built in to it)… at this particular moment, it dawned on me that I had very little idea about how to use these guitar things.

“Do you sing at it to receive warm, harmonic melodies in response?” (That doesn’t work, or at least it hasn’t yet.)

Given the questionable success of using the guitar, I played the reed organ for a bit and hit some metal. I started rolling a few tape loops, then a dictaphone, and like a snake charmer to the snake, the guitar started to get brighter. It was a charming scene. Ethereal bliss swelled through the room. I could even hear the neighbours enthusiasm at the feedback. Marvellous stuff in the spare room. Magical stuff.

‘Stuff’, at least.

Captured forever through the virtue of the record button, here we have been left with a document of I, Kevin Sanders, using a guitar for the first time.

Ascension through apathy

13/03/2014

Maurice’s Hotel Death / petals cdr

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Following the spectacularly brilliant annual Crater Lake Festival, I have a had a busy week of: catching up on sleep; reading up on the surveillance motivations and quantitative data ‘harvesting’ (they do like a nice organic metaphor for such things) methodologies of neoliberalism;  the colonialist discourse that ‘evidence-based’ policy extends into contemporary discourse; walking to work in what could be midwinter Norway.

However, I have managed to get the Maurice’s Hotel Death / petals split cdr sorted. “Phew!” I hear ye hark, and right you are tight, too.

Monochrome packaging belie a highly textured work: Maurice’s Hotel Death (aka Larry Crywater from yonder Snottingham way) delivers up a platter of oddness. Acousmatic oceans of entropy or distortions of space and time, who am I to say? The electricity certainly pumps through the heart of this  20+ minute creation. Squawks of neighbours arguing in the summer heat over a tin of Special Brew can faintly be heard beyond the primordial dirge of stasis. Absolutely brilliant!

petals opts for a less nuanced take on things in two parts: first up 10 minutes of LFO bounce and filter wrangling which seeps away into an ocean of filtered drone crackle. Then the tapes start to spin and all gets a bit calmer, but the sea swells and takes the final lick off paint of the black lighthouse. Mixed like a bad metaphor for erosion…

25 copies (half are with Maurice’s Hotel Death, hXe has the other half and one more is currently in purgatory- we’ll keep you posted on the fate of that lonesome disc) in the real world black bottom, white top cdr format , and also available via Bandcamp digitally. So modern. You’re so modern, mate.

05/03/2014

New ‘petals’ cassette out on Beartown Records

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Just a quick heads up: The mercurial Beartown Records have released a new petals cassette. ‘I’ve never been very good at retorting narrative tales as I always get lost along the way. So I lie’ features two side-long shifting drone tracks, totalling some 40 minutes.

Expect the alphabet to be simplified, the comradeship of a cutlery factory in Sheffield and the presence of a something approaching rhythm to all collapse at the sight of one another. In your ears.

Just £4 from the Bears. I may have some copies in the future.