What does it sound like?:
I first came across my friend Pete Pawsey when the bass player in our band brought to me a track called ‘Postcard’, which involved some late night jazz noodling in the background, and Pete reading out loud from a bookmark he’d found in a charity shop paperback which involved a summary of the writer’s experience of a holiday in Budapest. It was hugely intriguing. “This is a guy…” said my brother in law “…who likes sound”.
Flash forward twenty years or so, and the man who played a (fully miked*) Fisher Price children’s play set at many of our gigs and recordings sessions has taken this approach to its logical extreme, and with his friends and collaborators, has produced an album of deep psychotic garage funk sleaze and minimalist dub, overlaid with the sort of samples that Public Service Broadcasting presumably passed over on the grounds that no-one would be interested in an album that contains what sounds like a Newsnight interview with Prince Andrew (it isn’t) over some atonal jazz, or Bob Mortimer reciting his autobiography over a bootleg of Paul McCartney trying out his solo for ‘Taxman’ while George works out the chords for ‘Within You, Without You’ in the badly soundproofed studio next door.
It’s the new ‘My Life In The Bush of Ghosts’ for people who haven’t heard the original or, better still, who have.
It’s not all perfect – ‘Nigh Bri’ goes on a bit, but there’s nothing over five minutes to lull you into switching off.
What does it all *mean*?
Someone, somewhere has the time and inclination to go through an entire multiverse of publicly available recordings (I don’t know what’s been cleared and what hasn’t here) and make a late night, Chris Morris Blue Jamcentric half hour of sounds to trip to.
Goes well with…
Might suit people who like…
Fripp and Eno, Massive Attack, Faust, The Residents, Einstürzende Neubauten, The The, Tackhead.