Label: goods outward

素晴らしい内容です....未知の作家による傑作音源!!UKより未知の作家の音源を送り出す現行のエクスペリメンタル・レーベルGoods Outward。ロンドンを拠点としている謎作家"P.Vivax"による(恐らく)1st アルバム[Final WAVs]。版元解説にはインダストリアルな情景?をテーマとした詩/物語が記されているだけであり一切のクレジットは無し、しかしながら不明瞭な野外サウンド(列車の音?)を軸としたノイジーな音響構造には確かなセンスが感じられ、楽曲が進むに連れ妙な中毒的余韻を残す激高内容作。お見逃し無く。











Displace.
New the familiar and carry forward.
Kettle don’t whistle but sing and breeze pixels off a sea on to passing train.
For the carriage.
It is beautiful as it warms and drops to a breath
which freely colds when metal table chimes as a wayward bell.
The hiss, if we let it, collective beneath the bell-tower eyes up in reverence.
Dust in the orbit of clatter.
Us.
Motor picks it up, forward to bathe in the howl of wonder-industry and calming mechanics and nature carries it forward.
Fed into lines that wholly move amassing transient layers till the gentle scatter of wires, free from utility.
Off work and dancing to a crescendo flatline.
Drive us in to the fade.
What are we if we’re not cavorting electrical charge with improvised harmony and stretching ambience?
Calls to a kettle.
Clipped to an engine.
Feel the wheel that won’t fit and makes the sound of fight.
Break with it and make it the sound of night.
And motion again.
And forward with breathers and bird
to humanics:
a threading tone through fragments and strewn words heard.
Gifts.
Sound out as we began
with the rally cry of displacement.
Wineglass as heart.
Forward.