Talk Less, Say More
Proof Rock
Eliot-step with a chaser of crunching guitars. Skipping drums and bass ruminate over matters mundane and metaphysical, splicing genres with modernist aplomb like Thomas Stearns gone futuristic lit-pop.
Kettle Blacksmith
Well, We Get These Rashes
Eccentric excursions into duets between improv drums and a shouting man. Quite odd, certainly surreal and often hilariously funny.
Blue Ducks
Six
Post-Dilla beats, electronic flourishes and aqua-crunk wonkery served in perfectly formed chunks of exuberant instrumental hip-hop.
All The Empires Of The World
Blessings
Seven bombastic post-metal paens to the immensity of the universe. Crushingly heavy but with subtleties and an ear for melody that mark it out as a release from a band on top of their game.
Les Étoiles
To Leave A Mark
The second record from Les Étoiles, To Leave A Mark’s detailed, beautiful songs pay tribute to his home town of Bridgnorth, its beauties and tragedies, it as a container of memory, people, times, love and loss. Carefully produced by Tim Wright, it is a sparse, subtle and gorgeous piece of music.
Talk Less, Say More
I Don’t Know Where I Am, I Don’t Know What I’m Doing
The companion piece to last year’s critically acclaimed Go Lucky, IDKWIAIDKWID brings tracks recorded over the same time, remixes and fresh material. Bursting with sonic inventiveness, lyrical cleverness and possessing a still beating pop heart, this is a release to treasured as summer fades.
Talk Less, Say More
‘It’s About Time’
Talk Less, Say More once again effortlessly connects the abstract with the concrete in this album of glinting futuristic glitched hip-hop. Raps about quantum mechanics, suicidal mathematicians, Zeno’s paradoxes as well as home towns and girls being, you know, sometimes quite difficult to understand. Wonderfully skewed, weird and utterly unique, something like Timbaland meets the Copenhagen Interpretation with Kool Keith on vocals.
EL Heath
Wind, Thee Wind
Another masterful weaving of the personal and the natural from EL Heath. Yawning martenot, sad ambience, spoken word rumination on life’s inevitable movement.
All The Empires Of The World
Last Rites
Ritualistic distortion and pealing noise melts into spaces that morph into colossal riffs that open into beautiful evocations that close into foreboding caverns of turbulence.
Sweet Potato
MASH
Like a less pastoral Canterbury Scene record, Mash relentlessly perverts generic conventions- rocking like a mother and bewildering and overjoying in equal abundance.
Talk Less, Say More
Go Lucky
An intensely personal record that falls into love’s sunlit glories as well as the strange chasms opened when it departs. A celebration and an elegy, this is the height of the best traditions of experimental pop: cyclic guitars, minimal techno throb, snapping drums over impressionist cello and joyous poundshop electro.
EL Heath
Winter Soundtrack
An album that nearly failed to see the light of day: a spare melancholic rumination on the idea and reality of an unforgiving winter. Walking to the cell of Father Zosìma through the crisp snow.
Talk Less, Say More and Coruschord
So, How Does It Feel To Be Educated?
“Good things, when short, are twice as good” said Baltasar Gracian. A twenty-four track, two disc tumble through more genres than you can shake a big stick at. Each avant miniature never dips over two minutes, but always dips into a big bubbling pot of inventive electronic imagination.
EL Heath
Dusk Dappled Fall
A heart stoppingly beautiful Proustian evocation of the tranquility of the countryside in Autumn: of following water, long childhood walks and glorious sunlight through fading trees. Gorgeous washes of ambient sound.
We Show Up On RadaR
Growing A Girl (Instructions On How To Grow A Girl Without Your Wife Finding Out)
Syd Barrett does indie pop: songs about animals and their sports days, the sun with his hat on and wanting to be a car. Not to forget ruminations on turbulent personal relationships, melancholia and mortality.
Gay Death Probe
The Other Side Of Fabulous Florida
For those who like a bit of kiss on their cheek: stupid-core lo-fi electronica with tasty surrealist pop icing. Clouddead let loose in a warehouse of broken toys.
Gay Death Probe
The Night Of Long Knives
For those who like a bit of grit in their coffee: speedball, distorted, smirking clatter-and-bass. Like Aphex and Shitmat at their most slapstick, puerile, and irreverent.
Les Étoiles
Never To Alight
Spare, intimate and disarmingly honest singer-songwriting in the vein of late Talk Talk, David Thomas Broughton or Will Oldham. A record of old letters, pressed flowers and single battered photographs; of the sepia mysteries of age, time, memory, love, loss and death.
Strap The Button
Going to Jib Choons (Choons for Going to Jib Like Innit)
As one FBI agent might have it: That’s a damn fine cup of experimental oddness. Labyrinthine minimalism, mind-bending apocalyptic space rock, Lynchian jazz, musique concrète, Wickerman folk and the darkness from the hearts of beasts and machines.
Strap The Button
What Kind of Rat Bastard Psychotic Would Play That Song Right Now at This Moment?
Strap explore the edges, the limits and the outlines in a record that is by turns dreamy noise, deconstructed post-rock, slow-burning kraut, sublime improv pop, frenzied prog and galloping white noise psych.
Talk Less, Say More
Ideal Forms
“All music…must be the earthly representation of the music there is in the rhythm of the Ideal Realm.” The realm of pure forms described in two tracks of beautifully spartan Platonic ambience.
Talk Less, Say More
‘It’s About Time’
Abstract hip-hop that considers quantum mechanics, the nature of time and space and the problems of life and love caused by these quandaries. Schrödinger’s rap, McTaggart-hop, Zeno crunk.
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