“Yoghurt in houmous? Seriously? Weird.” That was my response last night when ordering some food in a Mediterranean restaurant. It worked out well though, as they gave us loads of extra stuff for free. Even still, why would you do that to houmous? Madness.
Anyhow, today is the day where we commemorate the North. To be less partisan, SLI have even encouraged some southern people to come and entertain us with their sounds, so everyone can come and enjoy a diverse range of accents and sounds. Marvellous.
Here is something I recorded this week. God knows what was going through my mind, but I seem to have been overcome by the devotional residential estates surrounding me, from Springwood to Blackley. Or something. There’s also some electronic sheep floating up to heaven in the background, I swear. They took ages to ascend. I don’t know whether they had a lot of questions to answer at the gates, or whether their cud levels were higher than desirable for the standard metaphysical escalation.
All eight physical copies are shoddily made, constructed from leftovers, with the discs having been sprayed a thematic blue and they’re not strictly real.
This weekend, Leeds played home for the third PANDEMIC event. There was plenty of encouragement for creativity and participation. Performances quizzes, sound and fashion shows all featured in amongst creative writing workshops and other stuff to boot.
It was excellent. A really good atmosphere. A solace from the muck in which perpetually dig and wallow. It was really fun. I have a great deal of appreciation and admiration for all those involved, and especially those that undertook the awkward logistical tasks.
Personal highlights were the Urban Sprawl Theatre Company’s performance, the golden etching, Mark Hadman/Spandril‘s excellent DIY electronics set (rough drones that were continually sanded and punctuated with rattling, metallic textures,) and, of course, the Black Dogs quiz. But that doesn’t scratch the surface of what was on offer.
I had the gall to do this. Dan made the recording, so you can blame him for this document existing.
The next instalment from me comes at Ante. Come and have a Mayday blast with more creative and fun stuff. I’ll be bringing the beats…
01/02/13: Finish work early, meet library people in pub. Had a pint of Marble’s Dobber at The Grove before jumping over to The Rat & Ratchet for a couple of Brooklyn’s Chocolate Stout. I forgot that is 10% ABV. Oh well.
02/02/13: #shefflibcamp at Sheffield Hallam University. Then to the pub before the saltiest tofu I’ve ever been near was consumed, followed by berating top people.
03/02/13: Bad start to the day. Chamomile smile added before playing The Audacious Art Experiment’s space. Murray played under the moniker Tepeu Q’uq’umatz, it was grand. Spandril was a total curveball. Very intriguing. My set was short, but functioned. I had to bail early so missed most of it.
12/02/13: Milo, everyone’s favourite favourite visits “tarn.” Introduced him to the joys of some local establishments, and he duly repaid this by introducing me to Ain’t it a shame by The B52s. We danced.
13/02/13: Remembered that I’m not much of a dancer. Pascal put on a mighty fine show. My set was functional. Pete Cann’s set was loud and great fun. (Wobbling metals can never fail.) Joincey’s set was predictably brilliant. Then I had to bail to get the train.
15/02/13: Dave Pattern braved the wonders of SWB’s wonderful Caol Ila infused beer. Groovy times. Went to Wakefield. Milo introduced me to Fernende’s. Good spot. He had scored us VIP to the opening of a show he was installing at the Hepworth. Free wine. Free Prosecco. I bailed on Leeds to get to bed.
16/02/13: Reconfigure myself to weekend mode. It has not been in use for some three years. Feels good. Checked the gear following recent shows. It sounded like this:
After I played a set in Southampton, Seth Cooke was keen on ‘Petals’ becoming ‘Petpals’. Since procuring a pair of cats, I’ve been meaning to do something daft with this. Today was that day.
Having set up my analogue electronics, I contact mic’d a cymbal up and put some stuff on it, and encouraged Max to join in. He duly obliged, as evidenced above.
Here is a live recording of Petpals jamming today.
I’m going to try and migrate what I can of my output over the years onto bandcamp for streaming/downloading, and generally better access. It may well take some time and be done on a very ad hoc basis, and it will not be done in order, like chronological or anything like that.
I’ll add the details to the discography over the course of time. Steady the ship. Reunite the parents with their offspring. That kind of thing.
Here are the first few:
From April 2011, when ears were passé (this track is why I no longer master by headphones): No context in this dissent
From back in May 2011, originally released on business card cdr: Lowest ever low
From earlier this year, released by LF records, and still available to purchase: Aposiopesis
The anonymity of Jesus Christ:
Live in London, in Leeds
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.
Prepping for Extreme Rituals, I made time [I did not “make time”] to create the ‘Ancient Western Hebrews’ End of fun 3″, as promised.
Also, I have created eleven copies of a mysterious c36 (by ‘Petals’,) Thread dome. The b side of this tape is on the Ilse’s benefit compilation which I urge you to buy. The a side is weird analogue electronics and tape crumble. Dead happy with this one.
Both will be available from 29/11. Oh, and SLI will have the remaining copies of the Daniel Thomas & Kevin Sanders collaborative cdr, which has received praise at both Radio Free Midwich and Idwal Fisher.
The Daniel Thomas & Kevin Sanders cdr is here! Fastest turn around ever from idea to release? Certainly so for this lummox.
Transit timing observations from Kepler presents two long tracks of droning electronics with light manipulations and edits from both.
This release is themed around the logistics, landscape and personality of a small section of the Sheepscar district of Leeds, an area that Daniel resides in and where I used to dwell myself, a fact we only found out after the event.
Positing nothing and simultaneously providing an audiographic transcription of the location, there is a caustic energy that is slow in motion, a jaded density that is growing and moving and yet resisting and remaining.
Edition of fifty copies. Hand stamped white top-black bottom cdrs come served in half size DVD cases (see image above,) although there are about ten in full size DVD boxes.
£3.00 (including UK p&p, please contact me for international prices.) Paypal email@example.com
So, that was a fun two weeks off work. There was Supernormal, as described in the previous post. It really was super. The Bang the Bore crew held fast and made everything ace. And boozy.
Then there was a wedding in London. Not just any wedding, but the marriage of James (and now Michelle) Shaikh. Epic dances to Talking Heads led to bruised shins, amongst other things. And a hangover, obviously. (Big thanks to Matt and Faye Adams for putting up with me for so many days, too.)
Then I went to Whitby to stay in a Bram Stoker / Dracula themed room overlooking the Abbey and the sea. That was very nice. And Sandsend is a lovely place to wander to if you’re ever in the vicinity.
Then my brother was over, so we had a family get together, which was fun. And involved more booze.
Aside from such dalliances, I managed to record about 10 new sessions. Below is a limited tape which documents a minor portion of this. There will be more though, including a collaboration with Sheepscar Light Industrial‘s main man, Daniel Thomas. This will be a 50+ minute cdr which will be available from next weekend. It is also excellent, and took literally hours to bloom from seed to fruit.
Oh, and my twitter account was attacked by some wormy, tacky crap, so if you received any DMs from me containing a link, or anything like “wtf”, “omg” etc, just delete it. I didn’t send it. Apologies, and all that.
After a string of delays, we can now offer the amazing new release from the on-going collaboration between Dead Wood (Adam Baker, who runs the amazing Dirty Demos and Amps Against Trend labels) and Phantom Heron Seas (Allan Upton, who operates the ever reliable Dead Sea Liner label amongst other projects) in an edition of thirty copies.
A weird blend of organic and inorganic matter immerse these two sides of tape. One from inside the shed, and one from outside of the shed? Who knows? Nature running through the radio static of the south coast? The grass feedback to the wind farms?
All hand dubbed at home in stereo and served in oversized case with hand stamped labels and a superb letterpress cover by The Print Project from over in Bradford bring together this beautiful oddity.
Due to the extra costs on this one, it is going to cost (gulp) £4, and with an extra 75p for UK postage, which I can only apologise for! Don’t worry though, we’re still not not breaking even on this, as that would just be daft.