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.
With summer’s bleach poured, some bluer hues were found tied off and adrift somewhere near the border line between South and West Yorkshire, possibly between Penistone and Denby Dale.
They followed me home, and I looked after them for forty minutes before they suddenly expired. They showed signs of life, briefly (twice more) thereafter, but ultimately petered out shortly after.
“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.
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.
Leeds’ label du jour, Sheepscar Light Industrial, have just released a new batch of 3″ cdrs into the world. Aqua Dentata, Andy Jarvis and Petals have all had the industrial treatment: collect ’em all!
You can buy the physical beauties, digital files and even stream ’em here. I have a wedge of Petals’ Whether to drown discs which can be purchased or traded with myself. Contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org. For fans of ecstatic synths and grumpy violins, creepy electronics and the future ghost of Rick Wakeman.
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.
Following the exquisite birthday bash of Mr. Pete Cann and the excellent photojournalism of Team Radio Free Midwich that documented it, I have decided to show your ears what I did. Or what intended to do. [Photo credit: Rob Hayler]
This was recorded on March 18th 2012 as a ‘practice’ of the set up.
Left Bank, Leeds: John Butcher, Gino Robair & Paul Hession
Line up: John Butcher & Gino Robair (duo), Paul Hession (solo), Seth Cooke, Clive Henry & Kevin Sanders (trio)
8pm – 11pm, Thursday 3rd May 2012
Left Bank, Cardigan Road, Leeds, LS6 1LJ
£8.00 on the door or from bangthebore.org
Tickets available with 10% booking fee from Jumbo Records, Leeds
Bang the Bore is proud to present its first concert in Leeds, in conjunction with the Left Bank arts centre – three improvisers of world renown, playing in one of Leeds’ most visually and sonically evocative venues.
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