Craig Tattersall (The Humble Bee, Hood, The Remote Viewer etc) at his elemental best, even bearing his noisier fangs, on this hour-long mooch into mulched field recordings and acousmagique collage, peppered with fleeting moments of poignant beauty using source material gathered in Weymouth and Stoneclough, including a bespoke handbook filled with accompanying photographs.
Tattersall assumes his ultimate, most elusive form in ‘(u) rp’ with an inimitably fine-stitched collage of coarse and more sublime sounds extracted from everyday life. It can be heard to measure the distance travelled from his early roots in mid ‘90s post-rock band Hood, via increasingly gauzier delicacies on Cotton Goods, to a more wholly abstracted quality that best reflects his roving, observant ear.
Only the ephemeral traces of his signature half-cut melodic and harmonic touches riddle the work, along with overheard snatches of strings, all feeling more natural than ever, lending frissons of sensation that conjure hazy flashbacks or déjà vu. Without getting all Buddhist about it, he very much places us in the moment, aware of his surroundings but also detached from them for an inner/out of body experience.
It notably edges into the red and disintegrates into decay more than usual, making for a greater contrast with the passages of detectably human contact. Largely leaving the listener without handrails or signposts, It’s a pointed exercise in encouraging the listener to operate on sixth senses or proprioceptions, vanquishing the ego in favour of drilling down deeper into the subconscious.
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Edition of just 40 copies - hand made by the artist. Cassette and bespoke booklet, including an instant download of the album - 60 minutes long.
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Craig Tattersall (The Humble Bee, Hood, The Remote Viewer etc) at his elemental best, even bearing his noisier fangs, on this hour-long mooch into mulched field recordings and acousmagique collage, peppered with fleeting moments of poignant beauty using source material gathered in Weymouth and Stoneclough, including a bespoke handbook filled with accompanying photographs.
Tattersall assumes his ultimate, most elusive form in ‘(u) rp’ with an inimitably fine-stitched collage of coarse and more sublime sounds extracted from everyday life. It can be heard to measure the distance travelled from his early roots in mid ‘90s post-rock band Hood, via increasingly gauzier delicacies on Cotton Goods, to a more wholly abstracted quality that best reflects his roving, observant ear.
Only the ephemeral traces of his signature half-cut melodic and harmonic touches riddle the work, along with overheard snatches of strings, all feeling more natural than ever, lending frissons of sensation that conjure hazy flashbacks or déjà vu. Without getting all Buddhist about it, he very much places us in the moment, aware of his surroundings but also detached from them for an inner/out of body experience.
It notably edges into the red and disintegrates into decay more than usual, making for a greater contrast with the passages of detectably human contact. Largely leaving the listener without handrails or signposts, It’s a pointed exercise in encouraging the listener to operate on sixth senses or proprioceptions, vanquishing the ego in favour of drilling down deeper into the subconscious.