{"title":"hindsight 2024 - long list","description":"","products":[{"product_id":"hiroshi-yoshimura-surround","title":"Hiroshi Yoshimura - Surround","description":"\u003cp\u003eBlack Vinyl\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eProbably not the most celebrated of Yoshimura's pioneering ambient works from the 80s, Surround is nonetheless my favourite, and, I would argue, amongst the most emotionally affecting contributions to the kankyo ongaku canon\/Soundscape series. Recorded in the same year as the much loved Green, Surround was a commission by Misawa Home's in order to soundtrack the show properties of their newly built living spaces, what might be generously understood as a utopian re-rendering of the muzak concept where sound and space can operate in symbiosis. The inherently corporate nature of such an endeavour notwithstanding, Yoshimura seems particularly masterful here in balancing light and shade, inspired by the functionality of Eno's Ambient series and imbuing it with his own sense of micro-emotion, encouraging the very act of listening and understanding of subjectivity. Apparently Yoshimura saw this music as part of the same family of sounds as footsteps, air conditioners, the \"clanging of a spoon inside a coffee cup\", and while it doesn't feel as incidental as that - these are very much composed, deliberate pieces - it does identify a romantic notion of music as present within all experience. Surround, then, is programmatically titled. Our homes, our lives, are suffuse with it. If you just listen, then you can hear. It's hard not to be moved by such an ideal, harder still when the sounds you're being gestured towards by Yoshimura appear so finely balanced between being there and not, an expert treatise on minimalism that positions the subject at its centre as if, in a way, performing the music through how they choose to hear. It's an ever empowering concept.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"SRD","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46608113336634,"sku":"","price":39.0,"currency_code":"GBP","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0051\/1380\/6921\/files\/HiroshiYoshimura-Surround.webp?v=1694270818"},{"product_id":"emahoy-tsege-mariam-gebru-souvenirs","title":"Emahoy Tsege Mariam Gebru - Souvenirs","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eLP or Cassette\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThis is the one. Truly. A first-time vocal album from the late, great Emahoy Tsege Mariam Gebru that adds further shades of wisdom and light to a catalogue hardly lacking in such things. Recorded to cassette at home between 1977-1985, these eight songs open a world of poetic insight to Gebru's already highly evocative work, expressing years of emotional experience in glimmering tone and dancing melody. It's hard to imagine the existence of anything more purely rendered. There's no artifice or ego at play here, characterised instead by a freedom of performance that, in fact, seems to sing only to itself. Just prior to her passing, Gebru apparently expressed a keen desire for these recordings to be released and thus heard by the wider world, but it feels unlikely they were originally made with this intention. Their very appeal is contained within that truth. It's incredibly rare to stumble across performances of such effortless intimacy, where you can hear pain, loss, joy and revelation so openly communicated and shared. If Gebru wasn't singing these songs to an audience, then what exactly? The divine, perhaps? Her prominent religious life was an obvious guide for much of her work, though distinctions between secular and non-secular music mostly feel irrelevant. What Gebru fell into seems uniquely universal, spiritual but free of the doctrines of faith, always in service to beauty and truth. Not often can you say something transcends both the sacred and the profane... Best of all, you don't have to just believe me: you can find out for yourself.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Cargo","offers":[{"title":"LP","offer_id":48010589765946,"sku":"","price":28.0,"currency_code":"GBP","in_stock":true},{"title":"Cassette","offer_id":48010589798714,"sku":"","price":13.0,"currency_code":"GBP","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0051\/1380\/6921\/files\/EmahoyTsegeMariamGebru-Souvenirs.webp?v=1702636763"},{"product_id":"roy-montgomery-temple-iv","title":"Roy Montgomery - Temple IV","description":"\u003cp\u003eSee also: \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/worldofechomusic.com\/search?q=roy+montgomery\u0026amp;type=product\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\"\u003eRoy Montgomery\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eDouble LP\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eFew weeks pass-by round here without some mention of the name Roy Montgomery (and not just because we've been constantly wondering when these records were going to appear - thanks to all who pre-ordered for patiently awaiting its arrival). No doubt Montgomery's influence and output has observably accelerated over the course of the shop's lifetime, and arguably reaches a summit-reaching like moment with this first time vinyl pressing of 1995 masterwork, Temple IV. Inspired by experiences of ancient Mayan history while visiting Guatemala and dedicated to the memory of a departed friend, there's a highly pronounced elegiac tone to these seven guitar instrumentals that feels uniquely monumental. Montgomery is as emotionally fervent as he is virtuoso here, his playing intense and driven, caught somewhere between the cascading spiritual dance of Manuel Gottsching and the wordless coda of 'Sister Ray'. And while Montgomery performs with great skill, there's also an obvious vulnerability on show, similar, in its own way, to how Vini Reilly manages to capture the sense of a fragile soul inside every expertly framed guitar line. Such comparisons help one build an understanding, but really, Roy's out on his own here, grand in ambition, deeply connnective in its emotional grace. And so another week and another Montgomery, but also this time quite possibly the best Montgomery there's ever been. \u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"SRD","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47385218482490,"sku":"","price":38.0,"currency_code":"GBP","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0051\/1380\/6921\/files\/RoyMontgomery-TempleIV.webp?v=1702989983"},{"product_id":"roy-montgomery-and-friends-broken-hearted-surgery","title":"Roy Montgomery and Friends - Broken Hearted Surgery","description":"Discreet have finally whispered the right sweet nothings and at last tied down The Greatest Living Guitarist for a brand new long player of elegiac bliss. Roy Montgomery has been on some hot streak the past half decade or so, having issued a mind blowing ten albums in seven years for Grapefruit, four of which came in the same calendar year back in 2021. And yet somehow, the well fails to run dry. Amidst this frankly superhuman surge of activity, Broken Hearted Surgery is notable for showcasing the collaborative side of Montgomery's output, joined here by six different vocalists (aka 'friends'), half of which recorded with him in Christchurch, the other half remotely. Regardless of locale or contributor, the sound remains overtly that of Mongomery, that same trademark open-ended guitar tone that finds a unique space between the dreampop melancholy of classic era 4AD, a subtle rendering of Gottsching's komische overdrive and Mark Hollis minimalism. In its own way, this is music as ecstatic as any late period-Swans, and when you hear Montgomery's low-slung vocals intersect with the more ethereal tones of one of his collaborators, it's as emotionally elemental as Gira at his most vulnerable. There's few Roy Montgomery records I wouldn't vouch for, though Broken Hearted Friends does seem to more clearly harken back to Dadamah than other recent output, and as such scratches a few otherwise unreachable itches. And you know what, people should talk of the 'Montgomery Sound' in the way they do that of 4AD, a marbled swirl of ineffable rapture, romantic and doomed and eternal. New Zealand has its Sistine Chapel, and Roy's just added a new annex.  \u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAddendum: now feels like a fitting time to also mention that Kranky have finally got round to a first time reissue of RM's Temple VI. Out in March, up for pre-order \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/worldofechomusic.com\/products\/roy-montgomery-temple-iv\" target=\"_blank\"\u003ehere\u003c\/a\u003e now\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Discreet","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47386839286074,"sku":null,"price":26.0,"currency_code":"GBP","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0051\/1380\/6921\/files\/unnamed-2_7930df9f-a8c3-49c4-b049-2af8fb50e8f3.jpg?v=1703006146"},{"product_id":"linda-smith-nothing-else-matters","title":"Linda Smith - Nothing Else Matters","description":"\u003cp\u003eSee also: \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/worldofechomusic.com\/products\/linda-smith-i-so-liked-spring\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"\u003eLinda Smith - I So Liked Spring\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eOlive Green vinyl\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eCaptured Tracks continues its rework of the Linda Smith catalogue with these first time vinyl pressings of two crucial works from her mid 90s period. Smith has never really stopped, and equally, she's never really been anything other than charmingly great, but there's probably a reason why CT has turned to these two albums first. I So Liked Spring shares a title with what has become Smith's most celebrated song, first coming to wider attention having been featured on the much-loved Sky Girl compilation over half a decade ago. Surrounded by multiple highlights, that song nonetheless stood out as particularly special, a uniquely poetic rendering of loss and longing drawn along by a quietly affecting vocal and submerged recording quality that implied a half memory painfully recalled. It's an inviting introduction to both these records, though doesn't fully capture Smith's wider songwriting prowess, which is as whip smart, humourous and exploratory as it is emotionally affecting. Home recording is central to her sound, not simply for obvious reasons of fidelity\/intimacy, but more so as it allows for an off-the-clock exploration of ideas and impulses - things have a tendency to take unexpected turns when you're not so worried about time. Though recorded at her home in Baltimore, both Nothing Else Matters and I So Liked Spring (of which the lyrics for the latter are taken from the work of poet Charlotte Mew) sound like New York composites, variously folding in influences from the Velvets, east village folk, new wave and the proto-indie jangle of the Feelies and the Necessaries. And as melodic as these songs are, they're also unpredictable, flecked with mysterious and vaguely gothic undertones that float around the same darkened margins as someone like Peter Jefferies - in fact, there's more than a little shared spirit with her NZ contemporaries. A margin-dwelling, home recording pioneer channeling the energy of New York bohemia and the NZ underground? When you put it like that, it's hard to view these two records (and Smith herself for that matter) as anything other than borderline essential.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Republic","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47497075622202,"sku":"","price":23.0,"currency_code":"GBP","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0051\/1380\/6921\/files\/LindaSmith-NothingElseMatters.webp?v=1705060506"},{"product_id":"linda-smith-i-so-liked-spring","title":"Linda Smith - I So Liked Spring","description":"\u003cp\u003eSee also: \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/worldofechomusic.com\/products\/linda-smith-nothing-else-matters\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\"\u003eLinda Smith - Nothing Else Matters\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBone colour vinyl\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eCaptured Tracks continues its rework of the Linda Smith catalogue with these first time vinyl pressings of two crucial works from her mid 90s period. Smith has never really stopped, and equally, she's never really been anything other than charmingly great, but there's probably a reason why CT has turned to these two albums first. I So Liked Spring shares a title with what has become Smith's most celebrated song, first coming to wider attention having been featured on the much-loved Sky Girl compilation over half a decade ago. Surrounded by multiple highlights, that song nonetheless stood out as particularly special, a uniquely poetic rendering of loss and longing drawn along by a quietly affecting vocal and submerged recording quality that implied a half memory painfully recalled. It's an inviting introduction to both these records, though doesn't fully capture Smith's wider songwriting prowess, which is as whip smart, humourous and exploratory as it is emotionally affecting. Home recording is central to her sound, not simply for obvious reasons of fidelity\/intimacy, but more so as it allows for an off-the-clock exploration of ideas and impulses - things have a tendency to take unexpected turns when you're not so worried about time. Though recorded at her home in Baltimore, both Nothing Else Matters and I So Liked Spring (of which the lyrics for the latter are taken from the work of poet Charlotte Mew) sound like New York composites, variously folding in influences from the Velvets, east village folk, new wave and the proto-indie jangle of the Feelies and the Necessaries. And as melodic as these songs are, they're also unpredictable, flecked with mysterious and vaguely gothic undertones that float around the same darkened margins as someone like Peter Jefferies - in fact, there's more than a little shared spirit with her NZ contemporaries. A margin-dwelling, home recording pioneer channeling the energy of New York bohemia and the NZ underground? 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Since it's Vrystaete that's responsible for bringing this one into the world, you can rely on a little deviation from the well-trodden path, de verborgen kamer  (trans: the hidden room) equal parts wonky and crepuscular, a sideways, eyes wide and vibrating passage through the night that's eerily familiar and alien at the same time, a seizure aura in soft focus (is that what we call déjá vu?). It works to a particularly effective close with the seven-plus minute 'in slapen schuilt gevaar', a 'Heliosphah'-like square-wave braindancer with an ascending melodic ebullience.90s nostalgia may plough on unimpeded, but this pair at least add something valuable to the lineage. 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In operation since the early 80s and with a dense catalogue of recordings stretching way into the hundreds, Mushroom's Patience are one of those distinctly European acts that seem to have not just endured but flourished within a self-sustaining underground, adapting, experimenting, collaborating and consistently reimagining their sound apart from any wider musical purview (i'll spare us all any mushroom growing in the dark analogy). Water arrived relatively late in their history (it seems the band eventually became inactive around 2015), and finds them at a compelling apex, a post-industrial, avant garde re-altering of rock dynamics that plays something like moon-phase Coil re-imagined for Recommended Records. The connecting threads between prog (the band name is a giveaway) and post-industrial appears particularly stark here, the song structures adventurous and open-ended, uniting jazz improvisation with electronic experimentalism, while the vocals of band leader Raffaele Cerroni, whether in English or otherwise, are charged with a dark poeticism, gesturing towards the hidden reverse, lured into the shadows. There's much beauty to be found in here, too, particularly on the closing side of disc two, a droning array of mournful synths and chiming guitars that are as expressive as anything Cerroni sings. Despite their prolific nature, Mushroom's Patience still seem to be a little overlooked and underappreciated, but it's instructive to consider how we'd feel about Water were it the work of a new band. The answer is somewhat unequivocal - this is uniquely compelling stuff deserving of more eyes and ears. Good work by Vrystaete for bringing it back into view.","brand":"Enfant Terrible","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47533290160442,"sku":"","price":40.0,"currency_code":"GBP","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0051\/1380\/6921\/files\/Mushroom_sPatience-Water.png?v=1705506398"},{"product_id":"sternpost-ulrika","title":"Sternpost - Ulrika","description":"\u003cdiv\u003eConcentric Circles offer up a more widely available edition of one of the more unexpected records to emerge from the Swedish underground in recent times. Initially released in September of last year by Dilettante Productions, I first stumbled on this third Sternpost album purely by chance while looking for something relating to another project with the word 'Ulrika' in the title, the kind of accidental fortune The Algorithm and the cruel absurdities of fate rarely seem to afford me days. Sternpost is the work of Malmo's Petter Herbertsson, a highly experienced musician whose work pre-dates any sounds currently emanating from the Swedish underground yet certainly shares a similar ethos to those satellite operations. Traversing the kind of jazz-aligned, bossa nova inspired spaceage pop we might immediately associate with Stereolab\/High Llamas etc, this is notably less autodidactic\/rough-around-the-edges than much of the Discreet-related output, but still feels distinctly sideways spun and self-determining in that same beautifully DIY\/independent way. There's some extremely expert songwriting skills on show here, too, the kind you rarely see from 'the underground'. Think something like Harry Nilsson and Smiley Smile-era Beach Boys passed through a European arthouse filter, Autumn Sonata re-imagined for 70s LA if you like. It's wonderfully arranged and complex stuff, but with a wide emotional range that never lets virtuosity get in the way of its vision. A pure and true voice broadcast the margins in hi-fi sound. What endeavour! And now thankfully not gonna set you back a ton to own.\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"magnus boman","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47537187848506,"sku":"","price":27.0,"currency_code":"GBP","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0051\/1380\/6921\/files\/Sternpost_-_Ulrika.jpg?v=1720110298"},{"product_id":"cukor-bila-smert-recordings-1990-1993","title":"Cukor Bila Smert' - Recordings 1990-1993","description":"Double LP import \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"caret-color: #757575; color: #757575; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: auto; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: #ffffff; text-decoration: none; display: inline !important; float: none;\"\u003e\u003c\/span\u003eMammoth collection of recordings documenting the early 90s output of Cukor Bila Smert (trans: Sugar - White Death), the trio Svitlana Nianio formed with Oleksandr Kohanovs’kyi and Tamila Mazur in Kyiv in the late 80s, and whom were later joined by influential guitarist Eugene Taran. It's not entirely clear from the biography provided, but it appears as if Recordings 1990-1993 mostly covers Nianio and Taran's work together, and shows the pair to be closely tuned to the grand tradition of European art music, sharing a similar spirit if not exact sonic approach to that of the giants of Faust, Nico, Amon Duul, Henry Cow et al. Prog doesn't quite cut it as a description, though the sound they make is certainly a progressive and exploratory one, moving between folk, jazz, artrock experimentalism, the ghostly ethereality of post-punk era 4AD and occasionally no-wave abrasion in ways that feel unrooted from a specific era. If Taran was first a guitarist, then I have to assume that the best work here comes from Nianio in the beautifully composed crystalline synth and string arrangements that define the record's second half - see the incredible three-song run of 'Poliuwannia', 'Smilywo Chodit’ Do Zymy' and 'Zradnyky'. Aside from who did what, what does seem most important is that if the title didn't tell us so, I'd struggle to tell you when exactly this appeared in the accelerated interior history of late 20th century pop culture. Perhaps that's due to the groups origins and mother tongue, where western idioms are reinterpreted in an eastern European context so as to render the familiar new again. I suppose it's not entirely dissimilar to what Japanese artists have been doing for years with western rock music, where a song is at once simultaneously recognisable and alien, the resultant sounds essentially endemic of an entirely different set of experiences. In the grand scheme of things, Cukor Bila Smert aren't exactly without context or precedent, it's just that their vision was realised through a different lens to many of their contemporaries. 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Jan St. Werner and Markus Popp are essentially household names now, relatively speaking of course, and it's easy to take for granted just how pioneering this music would have sounded on first release. Their particular style of micro-detailed minimalist electronics still sounds unorthodox now, human for it's glitch-y errors, alien for it's moonage vistas. Was anyone other than Derrida batting around the word hauntological in 1995? It wouldn't be an awful way of understanding a records init ding \u0026amp; snd, a texturally rich, almost palimpsestic series of electronic arrangements that seem to stress as much affinity with Kontakte as they do Kontakta, folding all manner of German electronic music history in upon itself. It's hard not to be impressed by this stuff, still original sounding after all this time, still relevant to all manner of contemporary developments in the field (see West Mineral, Motion Ward, 3XL et al). 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Given the period these tracks are culled from, there's obvious deference\/reference being made to a master (and Basho, Jansch, Rose et al too, of course) who started out some 20 years before any of these songs were recorded. Still, Europe has its own traditions that can't be disregarded, and these tracks perhaps become most interesting when they start employing idioms more akin to their player's locale - flamenco, British folk folk, new age, ECM-styled jazz - and end up, at times, bearing uncanny resemblance to the playing of Vini Reilly, Maurice Deebank, Richard Pinhas and the like. That makes for an interesting intersection of trad song and modernist application, reframing to a degree how we might understand the 'primitive' form. The growing deployment of traditional music in contemporary composition and the experimental underground is perhaps revealing of an increasing malaise for (post)modern practice and a subsequent desire for purity\/authenticity (you might wanna check the last issue of the Wire for further thoughts on this idea). In that context, European Primitive Guitar feels well timed, revealing some of the older ways of finding new values. Or, if you like, ew old paths to enlightenment - they're all mapped out there, if you know how to find them (NTS seems especially good at this). People have been at this same coalface for some time. Culture's a circle. 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The result is somewhat disorientating, detailing a restless artist investigating and probing away deep within the margins. The early recordings, probably unsurprisingly so given the period from which they come, broadly fit within the context of the European tape underground,, home recorded minimal synth experiments that both charm and unnerve in equal measure, landing somewhere between the otherworldly sounds of Roberto Musci and the greyscale elan of Saskia, NSRD, Hessel Veldman et al. The newer material is more confounding still, Gillis sounding increasingly alien and dream-haunted, a purgatorial chauntese communicating from the in-between. This has probably long been a busy field, but it does feel as if there's a lot of music of this kind being made of late - it's kind of the alternative pop form of our era: from HTRK to Carla dal Forno to Inga Copeland to Nina Harker and so forth - but there's something particularly other about Gillis' work, the sense of a singular artist traipsing the outskirts in pursuit solely of their own very specific desires. You could easily imagine Gillis keeping this work entirely private, so little does she demand an audience. 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Kompakt was really hitting its stride in the early 2000s and there's more than a little Cologne present in what Ambrahmsoon was working towards here, hitting a sweet synthesis between cool minimalism, glitchy texture and dub sonics in a way that recalls both that stellar run of Studio 1 12\"s and early Chain Reaction 12s from Vainqueur, Substance, Pelon et al. All primo stuff, including the five bonus tracks that now flesh out the second disc, though it's the original twelve minute closer of 'Elsomn' that really caught my ear, a Markus Popp-styled deep ascent into the dubbed-out ambience more high pressured than the hunt for Red October. 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Mysterious enough as is, here Peter Hurley and co. dial up the intrigue a notch or two further with nine vaporous shimmers of dreamstate rapture that lean heavily into their opaque world of mythical characters (here the titular Wesley, Johnny; previously Shirley, Christopher, Tiffany...) and tape hiss romanticism. The DNA is easy enough to read - Recurring-period Spacemen 3, MBV, Opal, Secret Shine, Blueboy and so forth - and yet there's some magic in the aggregation of those trace elements that can't be qualified by a mere joining of dots. More than the sum of their parts? Yes, but isn't that what the good art is anyway? No surprise to learn that Hurley is a wonderful painter, also, the soft-edged cubist quality of his canvases a perfect reflection of songwriting and recording style, which feels both abstract and distinct: you can make out the form well enough, but the meaning not so sharply defined. 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I'll not pretend to already know of the other work of Stocklosa's collaborators here, though their free-ranging approach to composition does seem to provide a perfect foil to the crooked, hallucinatory electronics we've long associated with TRjj\/TRJJ\/Trii Group et al. In fact, Inner Cop Avoidance extends very naturally from the TRii Musik universe, seamless, circling half-world sounds that feel unrooted and upended, ungraspable like dream memories. That it was recorded in various locations over time in both Germany and Denmark only adds to its unmoored tendencies. 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These guys rarely get it wrong, but Jorden Först really does hit a high bar with its emotionally charged re-configuring of spoken word, found sound, folk song and minimal synth into a powerful comment on environmental action and societal change. A lot of the sampled material here dates back to the Earth First and Earth Liberation Front activism of the early 90s, their voices echoing concerns we're still nowhere near close to properly addressing. It's hard to not be moved by such subject matter, the anger and energy of the campaigners thoughtfully contrasted with bucolic electronics and pastoral ambience, beauty and violence operating in tandem as if to make clear what's really at stake. 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There's a strange metallic loneliness to The Next 60 Years that seems built from that era's core elements - This Heat atonality, the alien minimalism of Young Marble Giants and the artful abrasions of first four albums Eno, as if reimagining the pastoralism of Another Green World in greyscale urban decay. Does that lead us to Flaming Tunes? Most paths seem to these days and no complaints when they do. Still, if Bush does plug into a very specific lineage of distinctly gloomy English music making, then he does so in his own image, that wistful croon a burdened call from the darker edges of his own journey through the night, the meaning of things tricky to grasp, but the feeling unmistakable, the solemn voice of a figure on the outside of the circle. 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After years cast adrift, the two These Immortal Souls LPs are finally back in the world, and now accompanied by an additional record that hoovers up the singles and some select recordings that landed either side of their initial release. The Birthday Party stand in no-one's shadow and the two Rowland S. Howard solo albums are about as sexy as outsiderdom can get, but for me these were always the recordings that hit hardest, a supple, sultry and sardonic reshaping of rock band dynamics that make the best sense of living after midnight. Increasingly I'm led to think that Howard might well be post-punk's Alex Chilton, a prodigiously talented and romantically doomed figure who has slowly shifted from chosen one to tragic lost soul to mythologised icon, one reissue at a time. Listening again now, I'm Never Gonna Die Again could be his Mt Olympus, a fury of metallic KO grind and a voice that's seen the end coming and wont run from it. The lights in the room go down a touch when the volume goes up on this one. Get Lost (Don't Die) and Extra are no mere foothills either, further extensions of Howard's anti-hero vaudeville that show a keen sense of the absurd as much as he was welcoming in oblivion. For a certain kind of soul, this is The Eternal Music. I count myself amongst them. 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At the Top of the Stairs is a formidable performance, an expert divination of light and shade that effortlessly allows space for both player, Connors' haunted blues dovetailing with the ghostly atmospherics of Licht in ways that they might not reach alone. There's an especially creepy dynamic to proceedings, shadowy and wraith-like around the room, the threat of supernatural possession especially real. That things never quite detonate is to both their credit, an infinite horizon of atmospherics that shows both skilled restraint and tacit understanding. Shame to have not sat in this room when it was performed, so this is the next best thing. They might just have another 30 years in them, but still take the chances while you can.","brand":"Cargo","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":48175260729658,"sku":"","price":24.0,"currency_code":"GBP","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0051\/1380\/6921\/files\/LorenConnors_AlanLichtAtTheTopOfTheStairs.jpg?v=1712767167"},{"product_id":"various-scaling-triangles","title":"Various - Scaling Triangles","description":"More scratching around in the forgotten past from Zaius Tapes with this unlikely reissue of an all-female, three-band post-punk compilation originally released on the one-and-done Treble Chants label in 1981. This is the beating heart of DIY pneuma right here, Petticoats, Sole Sister and Sub Verse issuing three offerings each of raw but spirited primitive guitar and\/or synth expressions that will kindle a few fires for those with an interest in Young Marble Giants, Kleenex, Delta 5 et al. Very much in that early Rough Trade hotspot, then, and there's few better places to be of course. The post-punk 'revival' has been trucking along longer than most people driving it have been alive, which has run the well dry somewhat in terms of surprises, but Petticoats aside (who you may have encountered via that split 12\"on Zickzack and an equally rough-sounding 7\"), these are entirely new discoveries for me, and even the Petticoats sound evolved enough here to feel like a fresh undertaking. Regardless, there's plenty of the right boxes being ticked - independently-focused, female-led, whipsmart and playful, intuitively-guided amateurism: stop me as soon as you hear something you don't like... The 80s really is a TARDIS: dimensionally transcendental, bigger on the inside than the outside...","brand":"Siltbreeze","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":48189701947706,"sku":"","price":26.0,"currency_code":"GBP","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0051\/1380\/6921\/files\/scaling.jpg?v=1712845071"},{"product_id":"die-owan-owannibalism","title":"Die Owan - Öwannibalism","description":"\u003cp\u003eGeneral Speech dig hard with this unearthing of some especially vital second wave Japanese punk from the Hirakata-based teenage trio, Die Öwan. Active between 1979-83 and releasing via their own XA Record imprint, the band existed in that sweet spot of febrile, autodidactic post-punk energy that was both internationally resonant and regionally specific, reminiscent of Desperate Bicycles, Metal Urbain, DEVO, yet very obviously in possession of their mutated idioms and impressions. For context, you might look to Vanity Records for some guidance, a similar radical rendering of punk minimalism but played in double time. Their youthful brio is a big shaping factor, pummeling away with such faint regard for anything like decorum, expectation or accepted form, while also clearly displaying fond affection for the punk forebearers. Teenage devotion and iconoclasm in loving symbiosis. There are many, many songs here, where one ends and another starts not always clear, and the distinction mostly unnecessary anyway. Öwannibalism is quite the data dump, a compilation of sorts that gathers together recordings from various sources, previously released or otherwise, breathless, preternatural and addictive in classic \"1!2!3!4! Let's go!\" style. 美川憲 is a straight reproduction of their final recordings from 1983, important because if those first releases emerged as part of a lineage, then these songs now sound like a template for what came many decades later - you can detect the DNA of Jay Reatard or any number of mid-west egg punk pranksters in here. Loads of printed matter also included, revealing of the entire self-generated ecosystem in which they existed. Positive Action Forever! And more of that Eternal Music.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eNote: more also in from General Speech, covering Japanese hardcore, older and never, and some deepcut UK anarcho. 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