Superb 4th + 5th transmission of ambient dub introspection by the none-more-enigmatic Civilistjävel!, smearing brooding lines of melodic thought over the cracks in your life - Tipped!
We still haven’t the foggiest who they are or exactly where they hail from, and that only makes their ‘4-5’ session even more alluring. Taking flight from somewhere in Scandinavia, they commit some of the series’ most absorbing longform treks on this one; snorkel jacket zipped up to glimpse tunnel visions of wintry panoramic horizons, driven forward by deliciously knackered drum machines. As with their previous, keenly sought-after sides, the pacing and feel for mood is hard to shake once snagged.
Lodging in the sonic taxonomy somewhere between 1991’s faded nostalgia, the more beautifully sore ends of Teresa Winter, and a frost-bitten parallel to TM404’s acid dub, the four side-long works feel to capture a strip of time in their calm unfurling. Side A gently spirals from a cascade of rainbow arps into a more peculiar, smushed temple groove full of lush but shivering melodic flourishes groaning with charred subs, while side B does it slompier, urged by fugged claps and warped acid dub chords, buckling under the weight of its thoughts.
Side C is more soothing in its residual resonance of glowing pads and a hobbled dub lurch, then lets out a suppressed cosmic scream before side D bubbles the lacquer with paradoxically lush astringency, sunken but ascendent, wrapping us up with its in scratchy but comforting paws.
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Second edition of 300 copies, stamped white labels in plain disco sleeves
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Superb 4th + 5th transmission of ambient dub introspection by the none-more-enigmatic Civilistjävel!, smearing brooding lines of melodic thought over the cracks in your life - Tipped!
We still haven’t the foggiest who they are or exactly where they hail from, and that only makes their ‘4-5’ session even more alluring. Taking flight from somewhere in Scandinavia, they commit some of the series’ most absorbing longform treks on this one; snorkel jacket zipped up to glimpse tunnel visions of wintry panoramic horizons, driven forward by deliciously knackered drum machines. As with their previous, keenly sought-after sides, the pacing and feel for mood is hard to shake once snagged.
Lodging in the sonic taxonomy somewhere between 1991’s faded nostalgia, the more beautifully sore ends of Teresa Winter, and a frost-bitten parallel to TM404’s acid dub, the four side-long works feel to capture a strip of time in their calm unfurling. Side A gently spirals from a cascade of rainbow arps into a more peculiar, smushed temple groove full of lush but shivering melodic flourishes groaning with charred subs, while side B does it slompier, urged by fugged claps and warped acid dub chords, buckling under the weight of its thoughts.
Side C is more soothing in its residual resonance of glowing pads and a hobbled dub lurch, then lets out a suppressed cosmic scream before side D bubbles the lacquer with paradoxically lush astringency, sunken but ascendent, wrapping us up with its in scratchy but comforting paws.