Fixtures is an extremely varied set of compositions that straddle the lines between ambient and experimental; using a combination of piano, guitar, field recordings and all the other usual suspects, Damian has set fourth capturing a very winter based sound set but applying that atmosphere and tone to a bunch of different textures and soundscapes – Fluid Radio
Valles covers a lot of ground in the recording’s nearly hour-long running time, making Fixtures an essential and summative chapter in his discography – Textura
Cassette from Vincent of “V” and The Pistol Cosmos. Blackest Rainbow previously released “V”s The Chanting Path a few years ago to some great reviews…
Five untitled pieces opening with a mediative guitar meandering, leading into more powerful heavy distorted pieces and right back through to a superb final track of layered instrumentation with beautiful distant vocal flowing in and out of the hypnotic sounds laid across the almost 16 minute finale. Full colour covers, pro-dubbed and limited to 100.
Bloodred c60 + c40 tapes, handstamped / inked in black Handcut, dyed + scored custom chipboard O-cards / insert Handstamped red 8.5″ by 8.5″ insert with black lettering Handnumbered & stamped in roman numerals Screenprinted artwork by D.S. Ciarán
There is a stench here so old that it rids the body of any uncertainty. It is a comfortable rapture. The stench comes not from distant swamps, putrescent and green in their small wakes, or the mounds of bone matter and meat made dust underfoot. This waft of hidden and yet all-too demanding treasures lifts itself steadily from the bated, beating wings of the Bird, on its eternal voyage somewhere far past home.
Originally released individually, Bible & Henry’s Marker and Magnet are two complimentary volumes in a set that covers quite a bit of ground, and covers it quite masterfully. The duo’s work here is mostly in the area of electroacoustic improvisation and musique concrète. Jeremy and Jason manage to utilize the tiny musical space they’ve allotted themselves and stretch it out to a length of over two hours. Typically I’d say this is an accident waiting to happen, but these fellows have pulled it off with class to spare. Never does anything sound recycled or looped, never is there a moment where the music returns to a point. It is always winnowing, sifting, threshing through waves of electronic abstractions and obscured acousmatic sounds. The result is a confounding experience in which I find myself searching for some familiarity and finding little. There are moments of potential clarity, but those are seldom and surprising when they arrive. The rest of these compositions are steeped in mystery and endless engagement. This is not background music; please listen with care.