been sitting on this for a coon’s age and find myself still struggling to bash out anything coherent on it (well as coherent as i get…) so just gonna spit forth on whatever comes to mind over the next six hundred seconds, throw some muddy verb-noun-adjective’s against the e-wall, see what sticks.

more inner space / outer space explorations from marc broude, noiser, turned more recently to expansive drones and minimalist organic abstractions. this, i gather, is the proper release for a buncha songs/demos/sketches that formed earlier album, medicine. struggling to link the two in my mnemonic mind’s ear so at a guess job done fella. anyway been following his work now for a few years, the culmination of which *feels* like this.

fleshed out (if this kindof skeletal death-rattle music can be corporeal…). corporeal, mm-hm. kinda dark drones and creeping quiet freak-outs birthed by hand. but fucked with by machine. kinda mech-something, bio-something vibes married to dark jazz stumbles and b-movie sampling and wonky reverbed fifties geetar. beautiful david lynchian riffing scattered throughout. clean strings bleeding in n out.

getting jerry goldsmith’s alien score (the proper one (get it on intrada records)) here. as an aside i used to listen to that in the dark on headphones and scare myself to bloody heck…

where was i? yeah, broude. yeah, atomic number 33. what arsenic has to do with this i dunno. it’s poisonous. it’s metallic. it comes in a variety of colours, inwardly irridescent. it’s allotropic. same element, different structure. an allegory i kind of dig here. s’not one thing or the other. or more accurately it’s both. elements bonded together in a different manner.

so sometimes this record sounds like slint and morricone slowed till the horizon becomes some monochromatic unspace. sometimes it sounds like lustmord’s low frequency oscillations. sometimes like on eulogy grace it starts with some fuzzed up wah and breaks off into cut-up nnck or master musicians of bukkake multi-instro jamorama. for three and a half minutes. as deviations go it’s both unexpected and hopefully a hint of noise to come.

yeah there’s a conciseness to this. a compactness. one that belies the whole epic quietude. y’want to throw tags about? well dark ambient fits like square peg / round hole. in that it kinda doesn’t not fit. it’s a ‘thang’ that gets bandied about too easily for anyone with leather trousers, a delay pedal and vague industrial projections. whatever. this is the real deal. not for the faint of heart. not for the verse chorus verse. total almost not there film score vibe. yet at the same time makes noise like gravity pressing down on yr brain-sac. it’s field recordings, live sound manipulation via deep space loneliness, blackest ocean floor. tension as drone. vice versa. the industrial hum of eraserhead. subliminal, unspoken, mind control, mental illness, sleep deprivation. now with nods of melody and harmonics. ambiguous, subtle, timbric.

coming soon on polycarbonate plastic and polyvinyl chloride discs.

a video unapposite to this record…