This is the sort of thing that happens in the no audience underground. Rob and Miguel will offer you some material to release which is amazing. So amazing, in fact, you want to more people to share in the fun of being involved in the release and getting more people to hear it.
This being the case, who could have been more perfect than Dan over at Sheepscar Light Industrial/Cherry Row Recordings? We’ve all pretty much worked together in some way in this game o’ sound and community… it was just too good of an opportunity to miss.
Dan’s put 25 copies out through his Cherry Row Recordings imprint and hairdryer excommunication have done the same thing, with us both hosting it electronically: No modes of exclusivity here.
Yeah, there’s a charge for the physical version, but we’re doing our best to refute capital, exclusivity and all that shit. Low cost, handmade releases (£3 plus p&p) and free electronic access: You , dear participatory listeners, can’t go too far wrong with our collective ways of organising this sort of thing, right?
In homage to the People’s Republic of DIY, the hXe physical version is adorned with a rather miserable looking Yorkshire Terrier with a crown on.
This is an international release of manipulated acoustics, synth and electronics. It is one of my favourite listens of the year and has come together in no time. Perfect stuff.
[Nota bene: As always, I’ll be giving half of my pressing of the release to the artists.]
Right, following my two month sabbatical to the studio, I can finally start to impart some of the products of the labour.
Here are a series of recordings made over few months. The culmination of some very simple ideas that were plotted for my contribution to the Bang the Bore 12/12 project.
Entitled ‘Some tragedies,’ repetition is explored with some deep and some light results. Make what you will of an infinite void.
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.
Following that dash to Leeds station, the ‘Ancient Western Hebrews’ regrouped over a few ales (at The Grove and HDM respectively,) a portion of chips a piece and a celebratory viewing of The Shining. The lads the brought their subdued brains to the boil in hXe’s hallway.
This is what happened.
Following an atypically marvelous day of delight, I had decided to forgo my evening of work in favour of finding a new sound. This occurred:
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.
Too much synthesis of late. It will come to a head soon. There shall be blood. Like in Star Wars, or Battlestar Galactica, the latter of which I have never seen.
There was blood in Alien, though. And Predator. And Total Recall. In fact, blood has been spilled in lots of sci-fi films and literature.
Today, I woke up and read of the horrors that a very good friend had endured over the weekend. Having moved into a leafy area of one of my favourite cities, he received a brutal and unprovoked beating from a large group of as-yet-unidentified youths. Stamping, running kicks and I dread to think what else left him with his jaw wired… for six weeks. This and other injuries mean that the rest of his plans for the year are, at best, in doubt. Horrendous. Thoughts with Lorg.
Following this harrowing start, I did the usual stuff like drinking loads of tea, avoiding work and plugging cables into things. Then, having another bout of some skin issue, I trundled up to A&E with the recorded products of said cables being plugged into certain things and edited this track in the waiting room. Better than screaming kids and pissed up dicks, I hope.