artifacts of the no-audience underground: recent petalsJanuary 21, 2013 at 8:52 am | Posted in new music, no audience underground | Leave a comment
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Petals – where textus became textus, and how I operated within (CD-r, WGGFDTB)
PETALS – Aposiopesis (3″ CD-r, LF Records, LF026)
petals – silvered alumnus (C22 cassette, Armed Within Movement, AWM006)
Fresh from his category-winning triumph at the 2012 Zellaby Awards Kev Sanders, recording as Petals, has marched directly into 2013 and thrown down some glorious warez thereby consolidating his position at the top.
How does he do it? What’s the secret to the irresistible Petals ‘vibe’? My latest guess is that it may be something to do with the way it is recorded. Anything recorded ‘clean’ or straight-to-hard-drive is difficult to place. It just exists, in your head, as you are listening to it. However, Kev’s stuff seems to be recorded ‘live’ with a microphone somewhere in the room/space where the noise is happening. This gives it a definite physical location but one which is, ironically, mysterious and unplaceable. I suspect this is why I have reached for the metaphor of cartography so often when talking about his work – he produces maps of invisible coastlines, unreachable foothills. By way of example, here are three releases gracing labels other than his own (the ever-fascinating hairdryer excommunication).
where textus became textus and how I operated within is a single track spanning 40 minutes and thus is one of the lengthier volumes in the Petals cannon. You don’t feel it though – it whistles past – and so persuasive are its arguments that I was entirely distracted from the blizzard I happened to be walking through when I first heard it end to end.
The track begins with a short, steep incline. What follows appears at first to be a plateau but soon reveals its own subtle gradients. All is crescendo here. We battle through an increasingly bosky thicket as unseen wildlife twitters nervously, sensing that we are traipsing in a dangerous direction. Eventually, shockingly, we come to a clearing and are met with the fizzing, crackling clatter of an angry troll testing the electrified fence that is keeping him captive. Kev busies himself with the stuff he had us lug up the hill – it turns out to be some kind of troll monitoring equipment. The monster, now knackered and scorched but amused by our presence, sits down and listens to the amplified findings of the machinery along with the rest of us. Really great.
Available dirt cheap from Andrew Perry’s label We’re Gonna Get Fucking Drunk Tonight Boys and packaged in his functional, effective, black and white text-based graphics.
(…interlude: welcome to ‘jokes about obscure terms from literary analysis’ corner! This week: ‘aposiopesis’. Me: “I say, I say, I say, Kev – what does aposiopesis mean?” Kev: “well, Rob, I could tell you but then I would have to….” He trails off. Silence. We both stare mournfully at the setting sun and think about death. Join us next week for another laff riot! OK, back to the advertised programme…)
Aposiopesis is half the length, filling a 3” CD-r, but seems equal to the above as it is pitched at much higher level of intensity. The track has a bassy, dense, subterranean feel. The rumbling throb is ominous and pleasantly uncomfortable at silly volume. Kev is shining his powerful torch at features of note in a giant underground cavern: here is a rock formation that looks like a rasher of bacon, here is a Palaeolithic painting of a horse, here is his left hand resting lightly on your shoulder, gently steering you away from the suspiciously fresh blood stains on an altar-shaped boulder…
Again this is available for not much from Greg at the (shamefully) new-to-RFM LF Records. Packaged in a very neat full colour sleeve. More to come from LF in future reviews but for now…
Finally for today there is silvered alumnus a C22 tape on the much fancied Armed Within Movement label (see here for previous praise). This was slipped to me, samizdat style, by Kev tucking it into my hot pants as we danced euphorically to Tubeway Army in the Fox and Newt bar.
Side A features an angry buzz augmented by a slow rolling pulse: the former presumably the noise made by units of a hive population as they carry out their pheromonally determined tasks, the latter being the hive mind’s ‘brain’ wave as consciousness appears, an emergent property of the system as a whole. The rest of the track is this new unified presence developing self-awareness and deciding on a plan for the destruction of all life outside the hive. Luckily a family of hungry anteaters are in the area and we are saved. Side B features the kind of alarums! that might accompany the Id monster from Forbidden Planet escaping out into a stormy night on Altair IV. The rain crackles as it strikes the invisible creature, tracing its outline in steam. Also great.
This tape can be had for inconsequential loose change and is packaged in a standard cassette box with a stylish and pleasantly minimal black and white J-card.