A rather lumpy post on a collection of loosely related topics:
I’ve posted a new audio excerpt from the forthcoming “Sleepwalking Into The Underworld” dvd that’s due on Highpoint Lowlife up on soundcloud here. Th0rsten has made a lovely illustration for the artwork and we just need to put it all together and get it out there. More news on this very soon I hope.
This week also saw the first full release on Broken20. Label boss TVO/The Village Orchestra’s ‘We Can Remember It for You Wholesale’ hit all the main digital stores. The epic release sees Ruaridh setting out the Broken20 Manifesto. It’s a stunning stunning piece of work (artwork by yours truly!). You can hear previews, see video, read the reviews and get links to all the main purchasing outlets here.
If you pop over to B20’s online store, there is still the chance to pick up one of the few remaining copies of the ultra-limited TVO/Erstlaub 3″ CD Split – We Are All Broken which the ever supportive LYME featured earlier in the week.
In other news, I’ve posted up an early version of an installation piece I’m working through. Once I’d reached this point, I realised that the logical context is a connected series of pieces based around the elemental suits, writing/research is underway on these. I will probably refine this piece further but in the meantime, have a little look.
“This is a tape loop caught in entropy, passing the play heads again and again, becoming softer, less defined, but still indelibly imprinted. Layers of psychological surface noise build up.
By means of water-tape theory, all emotion records directly into the fabric of our surroundings, every emotional twinge imprinted deep within building, within wood and brick, in every particle of moisture within the clay. Time trickles through everything, clinging to its hydrogenised host, coming back into the vast single consciousness of the water table.
Our human condition leads us to stare into this measured passage of time at moments of inner turmoil, are we looking for answers? Do we wish the rumble of static that clouds our thoughts washed away? Absolved? Transmuted into this neverending conveyor belt away from the here and now and deposited like silt in another place, somewhere else, across the sea?
We look to bridge disasters and suicides; the spanning of such an ancient, infinite entity invites disaster. Tiptoeing across the sleeping jaws of an alligator, a subconscious, dream-twitch brings about catastrophe. Poseidon claims the souls of those who bob and sink, whose bodies lie still in the deep, unfound, dissipating their organic matter back to source, memorialised in populist shortbread tin prose by the like of McGonagall.
The same water flows past us now as it once did our fathers who brought us into being, our grandfathers who fought great atrocities, and back further yet, infinitely past their grandfathers who toiled and saw hardship in the name of progress. The same water, altered, now loaded up with generations upon generations of pollutants and chemicals, the diluted effluent of evolution that our ancestors would find abhorrent, haunts us and flows again through our being.
Twice a day the tides change, and the information contained feeds back on itself, the psychological backwash as heavy as the spate volume of water makes the riverbanks heave under its incalculable weight.
We are beings of the water; it gives us life and context, an infinite time machine in deep black and quicksilver trapped in a constant mutual state of both record and playback, eroding and replenishing all. Everything that ever was, and ever will be will one day be crushed and washed into each other. Time fills our lungs and drowns us”
More things to talk about in the future.