Hand made book-bound covers (1260 g/qm FSC certified), lined inside with luxury Italian paper from Florence, sealed with washi tape, glass mastered CD (not CDR), antique glass slide (circa. 1910-1955), 5 x embryology prints, insert from antique embryology book, dried lavender, dried herbs, scent. All rests inside stitched glassine bags. Individually numbered / tagged / sealed.
Made with love…
Arising out of a womb-like, silent void comes Guiseppe Cordaro’s 45°12′N 72°54′E, blinking into life and exploring the cyclical lineage of a new birth, a recent ending, and the never-ending flow of life’s river. Water both sustains life and erodes it. Like the crumbling and disfigured coastlines, she either laps against the throat or chokes it, providing nourishment or eating away at the body, either satiating a deep thirst and keeping organisms alive or discovering a grisly penchant for murder in death by way of drowning. Barriers barely hold back Cordaro’s roiling waves of modular synth, a thrusting, unstoppable power rolling around in the pit of the music, capable of collapsing sounds, but also capable of reshaping their architecture.
Cordaro’s wife was pregnant at the time of recording, and over seven long months Cordaro used a variety of differing techniques, including the use of a fetal echodoppler and a contact microphone to hear fetal sounds and noises as well as an arduino card, which encodes the electricity of the skin and produces musical notes. He then included this in the record – every synth and piano note rings with it. As such, 45°12′N 72°54′E is highly intimate music, bringing the listener face-to-face with the glass-like fragility of life. And birth itself isn’t without its horrors: new life is a precious miracle, but the process itself is brutal agony; blood-coated skin can be imagined in the intense ‘Zeno A’, in the staccato pounding of the heartbeat and the heaving, distorted-wires of synth. Something is being cut open, and respite only arrives at the end.
Cordaro’s pulse-bright music is strong, majestic, a sound capable of standing up on its own two legs. Lives erode, and the passage of time waits for no one. Currents never stop. The old fades away, the new takes its mantle, and the unborn wait for the throne.
Inside the book: 36-pages from Internet monsters Everything Is Terrible!; interviews with musician Robert Scott (the Clean, the Bats) and writer Amelia Gray; music profiles of S. Fla’s finest, The Jacuzzi Boys, and UK ’90s cult band Disco Inferno; fiction by Stacey Levine; photographs by Ted Barron and Gracie Remington; art by Saul Chernick, Pavel Tchelitchew, Cassie Ramone, Ilyas Ahmed.
Age of Insects is the result of a series of visits made by Mark and Laura to Stephen’s studio in Virginia between May 2009 and January 2010.
The three improvised around common interests in analog electronics and digital manipulation, field recordings and instrumental performance practice. These recordings presented here feature only minimal editing and post-production, with a primary intent of capturing shared moments of listening and response.
The titles refer to extinct insects—the imagined hum and flutter of their calls, flight and communication.
Includes a 40 minute bonus CD, The Hilton, featuring previously unreleased material: It might not have been so long since Jeff Witscher released his debut ‘proper’ album under the Rene Hell moniker, but he’s kept himself busy in the interim all the same…
This 44 minute piece may structurally resemble a classical composition – divided as it is into several interlocking stanzas – but it’s difficult to place it comfortably within the realm of modern music. If anything, ‘The Rest….’ evokes the otherwordly, fantastical obsessions of the Victorians (Conan Doyle, Lear, Grandville, Wellcome, etc) through means of meticulously manipulated instrumentation, samples and voice.Plinth, of course, is no stranger to Victoriana.