Kassette Kulture #19 - Chapels - Days of Sleepless Night

This tape starts like a sedated Mozart filtered through the ventilation system… a slur of tiny expressions pressing the air in a slow seduction… luring you in with crystallised edgings.

A latticework of moths making small cross-pollinated patterns, a flex of muted colours spreading out in dronic ripples and shards of 50’s sci-fi…

Raspy technology, trapped in treacle, oscillating out double images, as warm tongues connect from each side of the head… eyes flipping back into the skull….

Oh this is a pleasure, as delayed mascara surges, then spills out in apparitional fanfare or smears of aquatic life…

Tubular chairs drag themselves across linoleum followed by other domestic debris, hard metallic tastes riding the crest of the drone. Vocalised tremors start to lap at your ears in distended moan, a ghostly amp choir imbued with soft distortion and limping destruction. A percussive vibe, like the crumbling of cold wax but super loud, following a underbelly of power-line snakes sparking, caught up on barrage of descent… Profoundly physical, feedback spikes become empty underground trains conveying their sickly yellow interiors… screaming….a screeeeeeeching litany of luminosity.

The textures here are both lush and scary, weaving out the light and slowly replacing it with ill ease and traumatised shapes… serrated spectres and half perceived animals…

On side two everything is shaking out a possessed vibe. A queasy sickness as noise faeries tear themselves apart… the sub harmonics are simply gorgeous, narcotic, spun around that heavy claustrophobic air, like a dull ache turning cancerous… staining your psyche in continual collapse… This side is definitely louder, altogether nastier than the first, quakes of distortion, sawn up in cackles of electrolysis… I wish I’d been in the audience when this was kicking off, soaking up that unholy roar…