We type this on a sunny Saturday morning. A feline red blur frolics with the bumblebees in the garden. We hear voices far away, harbingers of the revelling which from all over the South East descends upon Brighton.
We press PLAY and make our own descent, enveloped in a capsule of grey matte, to those back-alleys of the American Industrial Un-death where the Terminator always begins its journey, future machine victor passing through a nightmare gauntlet of machines enslaved, whistling (that is, synthesising) them a ditty of cybernetic hope, minimal wave understood from the POV of the machines.
The excess of ss in SFs Ssleeping Desiress in itself represent union, the continuous frequency of an analogue soundwave and the altitude maps of a Joy Division flashback. In No Place, a body horror episode where the phyla of xenomorph rhythm & vampire melody court, dance, mate, imagine alluring Cronenberg rituals at H.R. Giger’s breathing Cathedral.
This is an unreleased track – there are more at his Souncloud. You should also check out his 7’’ in Flexiwave, and forthcoming tracks in compilations also by Flexiwave and Sweating Tapes (together with Black Jeans, Group Rhoda and others).