That constant source of dark delights which is Thisisnotanexit recently released a new single by Detachments, it goes by the name of ‘The Flowers that Fell’ and comes with a rather sweet remix by Capracara. But the leader of the pack is,  in my cruelly unbiased opinion, the total redo of the original undertaken by Thee Four Hoursemen. I emphasise my objectivity seeing as Thee Four Hoursemen are but Nick Nightmare of mystery no wave slam beat duo Peepholes and our very own Stuart 20JFG. Afraid of biases and agendas? Just press play below and step into the twilight zone.

All roads lead to Rome, but some of them cross their paths on their way there, in strange places, in barren hills populated by the ghosts of stray children, over imperial paving stones and the shallow graves of betrayed smugglers and illuminated revolutionaries, under the blank and stern gaze of derelict huts where hermits used to count the wooden beads of their rossaries in a lifelong drone. There is a magic to these crossroads, cars speed past them in the middle of the night, the sudden blaze of  a lighter illuminating a craggy and determined face behind the steering wheel. Feral dogs sniff shyly the traffic signals that show you the path to romantically named destinations, or the dark places implied in teenage cult esoterica graffiti. These places have their music, the whisper of dry African winds and the frenzied drumsticks of legions of cicadas, the hum of a full moon raising in the red-tinted sky under which flutter the wings of a lost butterfly, the sad echo of a paesan ballad fading into the distance. The Detachment’s remix of the Flowers that Fell capture and rearrange these nocturnal vibrations into a dark opus of omen and pathos, field recordings made by a lonely silhouette standing in these crossroads smoking a cigarette. It could be John Carpenter, but we will never know.

The Detachments- The Flowers that Fell (Thee Four Horsemen Remix)

Another of our favourite labels, Supersoul Recordings, is soon to release a 12” by 20JFG’s admired William T. Burnett, this time under the guise of Grackle. The whole package is class and you must surely grab yourself a copy as soon as it comes out.  We shall leave you with The Sombrero Galaxy version of Desert Acid, which is but a continuation of our adventure, alone and impelled by a nameless force to choose between the two paths in front of us, down dusty roads and up a sinuous hill over whose contour shines a nebulous aura, as if upon reaching its summit we were find an abandoned town lying at our feet, luminous but silent, buildings of strange shapes scattered capriciously over this blue desert, a shrine at its centre, slender sculptures raising their arms together into a pyramid of stone, survivors of a catastrophe calcified like the Wife of Lot in their desperate plea to an indifferent God. We reach the top of the hill with a mixture of dread and anticipation, to find the fields rolling down vacant into an horizon over which the sun begins to loom, for a second we know deep in our hearts that our vision was right, but of things we are not meant to see.

This is like the dark side of Studio’s version of Tangerine Dream’s Love in a Real Train, if only Space hated you, that would show that at least it cares.

Grackle- Desert Acid (Sombrero Galaxy Version)

Wonderful images drawn from The Illustrators Archive