Archive for April, 2014

22/04/2014

S C K E – ‘Disclosure’

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Following several months of heel dragging, I’m finally very pleased to announce that S C K E’s Disclosure cassette (and digital sibling) is now available. Ben will be receiving his half of the press in the ensuing days, so if you live yonder the Midlands, you can pester him directly.

Ben’s been garnering a lot of airplay round these parts recently. From the moment that Henry sent me a copy of the Nacht und nebel / W>A>S>P>S 7″, I was predictably hooked. Whatever the approach, project, name or equipment used, Ben has an unfathomable ability to eek out a poignancy that draws the listener in: An ice-melting presence in sound, cascading notions of sublimity. Quite the knack, that. Quite the knack indeed.

In case you missed it, only a couple of months ago Steve Cammack showed that the rest of the south west also loves all things Hallatt related. (Highly advised listening!)

So what do we have with Disclosure? We have a finely crafted and exquisitely mixed cassette of vintage synth action. Nominal motions are engaged to maximum effect as we are warmed, dried out and set alight over the course of some 43 minutes or there abouts. I’ll leave the write-ups for the critics, but this is certainly one to be enjoyed alone in a dimly lit room, possibly with a scotch based cocktail for company.

Disclosure comes on a black cassette, if you are that way inclined. A sleeve (designed by Ben) is served in a ‘distressed’ manner inside a matching red case. There’s also a little card in there from little ol’ us with the increasingly over-zealous stamp/type/tape triage.

Wrap up.

01/04/2014

A purification of space

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20 copies of A purification of spacea two-track cdr of heavy tape anxieties, are now available. Field recordings of empty library spaces have been slowed down and re-dubbed onto cassette loops, slowed down and re-dubbed on to cassette loops and mixed with sustained vocal wobbles and further tape wobbles, guitar and synthesiser. 

Some moments of emancipation seemed to get frozen just before corrosion kicked in. What we’re left with is the pre-decay of claustrophobia and intervention in our daily lives as we struggle through the mud, face down in the dirt. Happy daze!

Recycled slip case with silver ink-stamp cover and a typed and stamped slither of tissue paper of liner notes.