Philip Jeck with the sensational sampledelics of 'Cardinal' for Touch marking his first major solo release since 'An Ark For The Listener' (2010).
63 minutes of heart-wrenching emotional catharsis, regaling riveting stories from live shows in Krems, New Jersey, Athens, St. Pancras Church and Barrow-in-Furness, alongside windswept, wistful collages realised at his home in Liverpool. They may be abstract, atonal and impenetrably woven but, the venerable composer certainly knows how to hold a story, sucking us in head-first with the breathtaking symphonic synth noise of 'Fleeting' and depositing us at 'Saint Pancras (The One That Holds Everything)' by way of 'Reverse Jersey''s cascading chromatic pitches and the nine minutes of heavy-lidded atmospheres that swell, recede and engulf the senses with 'Called In'.
It's a heavenly reminder of something - quite honestly f**k knows what - that lies beyond, or within, yet takes someone like Jeck to firmly remind us of that fact, or at least bring it almost within reach.
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Philip Jeck with the sensational sampledelics of 'Cardinal' for Touch marking his first major solo release since 'An Ark For The Listener' (2010).
63 minutes of heart-wrenching emotional catharsis, regaling riveting stories from live shows in Krems, New Jersey, Athens, St. Pancras Church and Barrow-in-Furness, alongside windswept, wistful collages realised at his home in Liverpool. They may be abstract, atonal and impenetrably woven but, the venerable composer certainly knows how to hold a story, sucking us in head-first with the breathtaking symphonic synth noise of 'Fleeting' and depositing us at 'Saint Pancras (The One That Holds Everything)' by way of 'Reverse Jersey''s cascading chromatic pitches and the nine minutes of heavy-lidded atmospheres that swell, recede and engulf the senses with 'Called In'.
It's a heavenly reminder of something - quite honestly f**k knows what - that lies beyond, or within, yet takes someone like Jeck to firmly remind us of that fact, or at least bring it almost within reach.
Philip Jeck with the sensational sampledelics of 'Cardinal' for Touch marking his first major solo release since 'An Ark For The Listener' (2010).
63 minutes of heart-wrenching emotional catharsis, regaling riveting stories from live shows in Krems, New Jersey, Athens, St. Pancras Church and Barrow-in-Furness, alongside windswept, wistful collages realised at his home in Liverpool. They may be abstract, atonal and impenetrably woven but, the venerable composer certainly knows how to hold a story, sucking us in head-first with the breathtaking symphonic synth noise of 'Fleeting' and depositing us at 'Saint Pancras (The One That Holds Everything)' by way of 'Reverse Jersey''s cascading chromatic pitches and the nine minutes of heavy-lidded atmospheres that swell, recede and engulf the senses with 'Called In'.
It's a heavenly reminder of something - quite honestly f**k knows what - that lies beyond, or within, yet takes someone like Jeck to firmly remind us of that fact, or at least bring it almost within reach.
Philip Jeck with the sensational sampledelics of 'Cardinal' for Touch marking his first major solo release since 'An Ark For The Listener' (2010).
63 minutes of heart-wrenching emotional catharsis, regaling riveting stories from live shows in Krems, New Jersey, Athens, St. Pancras Church and Barrow-in-Furness, alongside windswept, wistful collages realised at his home in Liverpool. They may be abstract, atonal and impenetrably woven but, the venerable composer certainly knows how to hold a story, sucking us in head-first with the breathtaking symphonic synth noise of 'Fleeting' and depositing us at 'Saint Pancras (The One That Holds Everything)' by way of 'Reverse Jersey''s cascading chromatic pitches and the nine minutes of heavy-lidded atmospheres that swell, recede and engulf the senses with 'Called In'.
It's a heavenly reminder of something - quite honestly f**k knows what - that lies beyond, or within, yet takes someone like Jeck to firmly remind us of that fact, or at least bring it almost within reach.
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Philip Jeck with the sensational sampledelics of 'Cardinal' for Touch marking his first major solo release since 'An Ark For The Listener' (2010).
63 minutes of heart-wrenching emotional catharsis, regaling riveting stories from live shows in Krems, New Jersey, Athens, St. Pancras Church and Barrow-in-Furness, alongside windswept, wistful collages realised at his home in Liverpool. They may be abstract, atonal and impenetrably woven but, the venerable composer certainly knows how to hold a story, sucking us in head-first with the breathtaking symphonic synth noise of 'Fleeting' and depositing us at 'Saint Pancras (The One That Holds Everything)' by way of 'Reverse Jersey''s cascading chromatic pitches and the nine minutes of heavy-lidded atmospheres that swell, recede and engulf the senses with 'Called In'.
It's a heavenly reminder of something - quite honestly f**k knows what - that lies beyond, or within, yet takes someone like Jeck to firmly remind us of that fact, or at least bring it almost within reach.