Dyslexia Sound System
Concentrated blast of bony, gunky post-punk from Derry, Norn Iron’s Autumns, chasing up their 2017 EP with a cranky full album for David Holmes and co’s Touch Sensitive
Autumns has been the main, armoured vehicle for Christian Donaghey’s hard nosed musical expressions since the start of the 2010s, touring his mutations of post-punk, industrial, and noise between houses of ill repute such as Downwards, Clan Destine Records and Opal Tapes. Now returning to the bosom of Belfast’s Touch Sensitive, he hews to a notably slower grind, hovering around ruddy bashment and dembow rhythms in a manner comparable to Bristol’s Fuck Punk as much as a knackered Regis or a Nick Klein pummelling.
The aesthetic is set in concrete with the gnarled dancehall noise of opener ‘Restricted Movement’ and explored in murky permutations across the thuggish, TG-like trample of ‘Having It’, the empty-belly modular clangour of ‘Cheek Of The Boy’, and the dispirited industro-boogie swang of ‘How To Apply For A Job’, while tucking away the EBM muscle of ‘Raw Meat Dub’ for rooms where the sun don’t shine, and voicing the internal howl of his home city in ’Derry Soundwave.’
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Concentrated blast of bony, gunky post-punk from Derry, Norn Iron’s Autumns, chasing up their 2017 EP with a cranky full album for David Holmes and co’s Touch Sensitive
Autumns has been the main, armoured vehicle for Christian Donaghey’s hard nosed musical expressions since the start of the 2010s, touring his mutations of post-punk, industrial, and noise between houses of ill repute such as Downwards, Clan Destine Records and Opal Tapes. Now returning to the bosom of Belfast’s Touch Sensitive, he hews to a notably slower grind, hovering around ruddy bashment and dembow rhythms in a manner comparable to Bristol’s Fuck Punk as much as a knackered Regis or a Nick Klein pummelling.
The aesthetic is set in concrete with the gnarled dancehall noise of opener ‘Restricted Movement’ and explored in murky permutations across the thuggish, TG-like trample of ‘Having It’, the empty-belly modular clangour of ‘Cheek Of The Boy’, and the dispirited industro-boogie swang of ‘How To Apply For A Job’, while tucking away the EBM muscle of ‘Raw Meat Dub’ for rooms where the sun don’t shine, and voicing the internal howl of his home city in ’Derry Soundwave.’
Concentrated blast of bony, gunky post-punk from Derry, Norn Iron’s Autumns, chasing up their 2017 EP with a cranky full album for David Holmes and co’s Touch Sensitive
Autumns has been the main, armoured vehicle for Christian Donaghey’s hard nosed musical expressions since the start of the 2010s, touring his mutations of post-punk, industrial, and noise between houses of ill repute such as Downwards, Clan Destine Records and Opal Tapes. Now returning to the bosom of Belfast’s Touch Sensitive, he hews to a notably slower grind, hovering around ruddy bashment and dembow rhythms in a manner comparable to Bristol’s Fuck Punk as much as a knackered Regis or a Nick Klein pummelling.
The aesthetic is set in concrete with the gnarled dancehall noise of opener ‘Restricted Movement’ and explored in murky permutations across the thuggish, TG-like trample of ‘Having It’, the empty-belly modular clangour of ‘Cheek Of The Boy’, and the dispirited industro-boogie swang of ‘How To Apply For A Job’, while tucking away the EBM muscle of ‘Raw Meat Dub’ for rooms where the sun don’t shine, and voicing the internal howl of his home city in ’Derry Soundwave.’
Concentrated blast of bony, gunky post-punk from Derry, Norn Iron’s Autumns, chasing up their 2017 EP with a cranky full album for David Holmes and co’s Touch Sensitive
Autumns has been the main, armoured vehicle for Christian Donaghey’s hard nosed musical expressions since the start of the 2010s, touring his mutations of post-punk, industrial, and noise between houses of ill repute such as Downwards, Clan Destine Records and Opal Tapes. Now returning to the bosom of Belfast’s Touch Sensitive, he hews to a notably slower grind, hovering around ruddy bashment and dembow rhythms in a manner comparable to Bristol’s Fuck Punk as much as a knackered Regis or a Nick Klein pummelling.
The aesthetic is set in concrete with the gnarled dancehall noise of opener ‘Restricted Movement’ and explored in murky permutations across the thuggish, TG-like trample of ‘Having It’, the empty-belly modular clangour of ‘Cheek Of The Boy’, and the dispirited industro-boogie swang of ‘How To Apply For A Job’, while tucking away the EBM muscle of ‘Raw Meat Dub’ for rooms where the sun don’t shine, and voicing the internal howl of his home city in ’Derry Soundwave.’
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Concentrated blast of bony, gunky post-punk from Derry, Norn Iron’s Autumns, chasing up their 2017 EP with a cranky full album for David Holmes and co’s Touch Sensitive
Autumns has been the main, armoured vehicle for Christian Donaghey’s hard nosed musical expressions since the start of the 2010s, touring his mutations of post-punk, industrial, and noise between houses of ill repute such as Downwards, Clan Destine Records and Opal Tapes. Now returning to the bosom of Belfast’s Touch Sensitive, he hews to a notably slower grind, hovering around ruddy bashment and dembow rhythms in a manner comparable to Bristol’s Fuck Punk as much as a knackered Regis or a Nick Klein pummelling.
The aesthetic is set in concrete with the gnarled dancehall noise of opener ‘Restricted Movement’ and explored in murky permutations across the thuggish, TG-like trample of ‘Having It’, the empty-belly modular clangour of ‘Cheek Of The Boy’, and the dispirited industro-boogie swang of ‘How To Apply For A Job’, while tucking away the EBM muscle of ‘Raw Meat Dub’ for rooms where the sun don’t shine, and voicing the internal howl of his home city in ’Derry Soundwave.’