27/11 0 comments
I can’t better the Guardian‘s description of Daniel Avery‘s All I Need: according to them, it “subtly and patiently builds up multiple layers of sound, moving from the pulsing beat that makes up the first fifty seconds into a slightly more house-influenced synth riff, before snatches of distorted vocals emerge and submerge at will. Around the five minute mark the whole thing disintegrates briefly, before a drop arrives that should signal a massive rave horn but instead the whole thing just glides calmly to a finishing point.”
The song hails from Avery’s current EP Drone Logic. Signed to Erol Alkan’s label Phantasy Sound, he also has a main-room residency at Fabric. Read this excellent interview with Dummy for more on the man.
26/06 0 comments
It’s a piffling 1:37 long, and yet still, still, Vision Fortune‘s drone-guitar single is dream-entering and powerful. God only knows what effect a normal-length song would have. This one comes from the new album Mas Fiestas con el grupo Vision Fortune, out via Gringo Records and using randomly-ordered Roman numerals as songs names.
9/12 0 comments
I paint my four bare walls in thick, Rothko-esque daubs of colour: one’s a deep cranberry red, another inscrutable black and a third is a glossy, portentous purple, glistening with mauvish intent. The last is split in horizontal halves: caramel yellow under a brown, a brown that bears no other adjectives than brown; it’s the brownest brown imaginable. My prison tinted to my decadent fancy, I then turn on the escapist, jangling incantations of Meddicine‘s With You Tonight (part of a double-A with Vision Fortune‘s ____ on Italian Beach Babes) and spin, spin round faster and faster, spin, spinnning, on, on, a blur, a whirl, a swirl, and the colours mesh into one and I can’t see any of them and I can see all of them, and still the song plays and still I spin and still they mesh and then
29/02 0 comments
Chained to my desk, suddenly it’s all too much, the sameness is too oppressing, and I find I’ve gotten up and walked out the door, hearing nothing, just some far-off buzz, and I’m down the stairs, my loosened tie hanging off, and I push open the door, and consider left or right, but who cares really, so I go left, and I run and run and run and then there’s a bus, and I get on it, and it takes me away, far away, and I know with intense clarity I’ll never come back here. But then the song stops – it was the fuzz-rock drones of Drop Out Venus – and I open my eyes, and I’m still at my desk, and everyone’s standing around gaping at me with tears streaming down their cheeks.
2/11 0 comments
Sometimes when I see those crazed people in the street – yelling at no-one, screaming up at bare windows, having it out with the fresh air – I wonder if maybe they’re the sane ones, and it’s me that’s mad. Maybe they’re just the chosen few with flexible enough minds that they can see the ghosts, and recognise the push and pull that most of us walk blithely by. Maybe they’re enlightened, and I’m stumbling around the dark. Listening to South London act Peepholes, and their mesmerising drone-out, makes me wonder all over again.
(Peepholes currently have a tape out on Nail In The Coffin and a split 12″, ‘Kingdom’, out on Upset The Rhythm, which prettily summarises Peepholes as ‘party music for the lost at sea’. A new EP ‘Caligula’ is due imminently, also through UTR.)
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