Monday, September 10, 2012

Sound and Vision

This is gonna be a fun night over in Swineville's very own Post Modern Art Gallery, hope to see you there...



Joined by Wire - Dronic sails battered by nano-crunch, whirring glass and blasting furnace.

Windmill Moth Glue - A trio of sonic terrorists possessed by the sinister souls of medieval jazz alchemists fished from the deepest darkest depths of the auditory underworld. Conjuring up a sonorous explosion of satanic freeform, a hullaballoo of discordant harmony, a devilish din of piercing percussive confusion and sonic sycophants that will invade your human shell and inflict the most delightfully devilish listen ing pleasures upon your mind.

FMG - What started as a sound project back in Swindon in 2004 has come full circle. London based musician, John Scott will be performing as FMG for the last time with a stripped back setup with fewer gadgets to bring blissed out psyche-drone guitar back to The West Country, where it first came from.

Unpronounceable Squiggle - Robert Ridley-Shackleton - Spirituality, metaphysics, the primitive hand of man, the ridiculous, the ghosts and the gods all presented by a mutant baby of Prince and Alan Vega.

NoN FeRrIc MeMoRiEs - hypnotic seizures a plenty with aesthetic aneurisms on the side.

Sunday, September 09, 2012

Outer Church's Lithium Bone Worm

Sampleadelic sorcerer Sone Institute (Roman Bezdyk) joins forces with oceanic drone merchant Tidal (Jimmy Billingham) and shadowy analogue manipulator Time Attendant (Paul Snowdon) for a three-way spectral alliance... the fruits of which can be tasted here. If that whets your appetite, Wednesday September 26th will witness a live convergence at Brighton’s uncanniest audiovisual feast The Outer Church . Here's to rupturing the fabric of reality in a mellow caress...



Thursday, September 06, 2012

Shimmering reflections of the endless myriad moment - Stuart Chalmers



This latest offering from Stuart Chalmers on Zam Zam is a soft loopian waltz of strange flavours and ornamented frisbees, a rich gyration of sonic bric-a-brac that's really hard to shake off... Each track spins a plentiful alchemy, pulled along on light glittering gravities... the stitching constantly unravelling and reconstituting in ever exotic directions and warped collusions... A whir of oddness that holds your attention, in a champagne lustre that bounces your ear in sweet and effervescent déjà vu's...

The naïve nursery rhymes of a child fed to the elusive concretes of music box and temple reverberations or raindrops dropping on vulcanised skin, becoming a Congolese gambol, knived into a butoh motionhaus of bell and footfall…

The magic is dripping off this stuff in vast rhythmic chucks as the rewind and fast forward infests you with its percolations... Those little spokes of recognition jutting up against sine-toned weasels, or split open on those eerie narratives eternally locked in repetition... full of misplaced betweens... This is bloody beautiful stuff... a weirdly spun daydream you'll find hard to wake from...