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Icarus : Soviet
Igloo : not.01 : 2
track EP : 12"
Vinyl : £5
Soviet Igloo (it's a mix of vodka and polar bear milk) is strangely
new material from Icarus, following on from their last full-length
album 'Squid Ink' and setting the scene for their next, 'Misfits'.
Igloo sees Icarus playing more musical games across the spectrum
and, as has come to be expected, the results do not lend themselves
to either the fashionable precedents of the dance floor or of
the glitchcore electronic mafia. A dish perhaps best enjoyed without
any stigma attached. You've heard it all before, but not like
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Icarus : Misfits : not.02 : 6
track album : CD format : £10
Ollie Bown and Sam Britton produce their fourth long player after
last year's 'Squid Ink' (Output Recordings). The result of too
much moving house and not enough continuity, 'Misfits' is a minimally-arranged
mini LP made with two laptop computers in a vacuum. The artists
were not present and neither was the DAT machine.
The motivation behind 'Misfits' as a project came about as a result
of 'Squid Ink', a detailed exploration into microphonically-minded
and rhythmically upfront electronica and roughly speaking the
natural continuation of Icarus's first two albums in it's exploration
of detailed arrangements and recording/sampling abstractions.
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Isambard
Khroustaliov : 8
Minutes : not.03 : 3
track EP : 8cm CDR Format : £5
barren shards of an undefined musical inquisitiveness pervade
these tracks, at once desolate and broken like the vast swathes
of Bulgaria, Bosnia and the former Soviet Union and yet strangely
compelling. The image of errant teenagers constructing new worlds
out of stuff no-one wants to know about is rife.
There is the sense that bizarre cocurrences and schizophrenic
deceptions abound. What is real and what is true are not necessarily
apparent, but then isn't culture's greatest freedom the self evidence
and beauty that can often come as a result of misunderstanding?
This CDR is a limited edition of 100 copies, each sleeve is a
folded Joji Koyama photograph featuring handwriten sleeve notes
on the reverse.
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