Talk Less, Say More - Go Lucky
An intensely personal record that falls into love’s sunlit glories as well as the strange chasms opened when it departs. A celebration and an elegy, this is the height of the best traditions of experimental pop: cyclic guitars, minimal techno throb, snapping drums over impressionist cello and joyous poundshop electro.
Elapse-O - Elapse-O
Strident, intense music that bludgeons the listener into a state of ecstasy. Coming on like a hallucination inducing punch from their titular Sonny Liston, Elapse-O pass from the thrill of the initial hit into a disconcerted daze.
EL Heath - Winter Soundtrack
An album that nearly failed to see the light of day: a spare melancholic rumination on the idea and reality of an unforgiving winter. Walking to the cell of Father Zosìma through the crisp snow.
Talk Less, Say More and Coruschord - So, How Does It Feel To Be Educated?
“Good things, when short, are twice as good” said Baltasar Gracian. A twenty-four track, two disc tumble through more genres than you can shake a big stick at. Each avant miniature never dips over two minutes, but always dips into a big bubbling pot of inventive electronic imagination.
EL Heath - Dusk Dappled Fall
A heart stoppingly beautiful Proustian evocation of the tranquility of the countryside in Autumn: of following water, long childhood walks and glorious sunlight through fading trees. Gorgeous washes of ambient sound.
We Show Up On RadaR - Growing A Girl (Instructions On How To Grow A Girl Without Your Wife Finding Out)
Syd Barrett does indie pop: songs about animals and their sports days, the sun with his hat on and wanting to be a car. Not to forget ruminations on turbulent personal relationships, melancholia and mortality.
Gay Death Probe - The Other Side Of Fabulous Florida
For those who like a bit of kiss on their cheek: stupid-core lo-fi electronica with tasty surrealist pop icing. Clouddead let loose in a warehouse of broken toys.
Gay Death Probe - The Night Of Long Knives
For those who like a bit of grit in their coffee: speedball, distorted, smirking clatter-and-bass. Like Aphex and Shitmat at their most slapstick, puerile, and irreverent.
Les Étoiles - Never To Alight
Spare, intimate and disarmingly honest singer-songwriting in the vein of late Talk Talk, David Thomas Broughton or Will Oldham. A record of old letters, pressed flowers and single battered photographs; of the sepia mysteries of age, time, memory, love, loss and death.
Strap The Button - Going to Jib Choons (Choons for Going to Jib Like Innit)
As one FBI agent might have it: That’s a damn fine cup of experimental oddness. Labyrinthine minimalism, mind-bending apocalyptic space rock, Lynchian jazz, musique concrète, Wickerman folk and the darkness from the hearts of beasts and machines.
Strap The Button - What Kind of Rat Bastard Psychotic Would Play That Song Right Now at This Moment?
Strap explore the edges, the limits and the outlines in a record that is by turns dreamy noise, deconstructed post-rock, slow-burning kraut, sublime improv pop, frenzied prog and galloping white noise psych.
Talk Less, Say More - Ideal Forms
“All music…must be the earthly representation of the music there is in the rhythm of the Ideal Realm.” The realm of pure forms described in two tracks of beautifully spartan Platonic ambience.
Talk Less, Say More - ‘It’s About Time’
Abstract hip-hop that considers quantum mechanics, the nature of time and space and the problems of life and love caused by these quandaries. Schrödinger’s rap, McTaggart-hop, Zeno crunk.