Monthly Archives: October 2010
Embrace winter with Pye Corner Audio…
As you may know, the first fruit of our Head Technician’s labour, ‘Black Mill Tapes Volume 1’ is unleashed this Sunday, the 31st of October.
Featuring 10-and-a-bit tracks of analogue ambience, proto-dancefloor inventions and haunted tape-echo abuse, it’s the ideal accompaniment to fireside meditation (pipe not mandatory).
These fine fellows agree…
“There’s a lot to love in the Pye Corner Audio world” Jon Brooks – The Advisory Circle, DD Denham
“This is wonderful” Warren Ellis
We really shouldn’t!
As it seems to be an age until Volume 1’s release date, Our Head Technician is unexpectedly allowing us to give away a bonus number that was earmarked for Volume 2.
Snappily titled ‘Unmarked Reel Two, Track One’ it appears to be the last arpeggiations (?) of an expired synthesiser, accompanied by…strange disturbances…
As part of our ongoing quality control efforts, please come and leave a comment once you have obtained said number.
Full track listing:
1. Transmission One:Lonesome Vale
2. We Have Visitors
3. Folk Festival
4. Electronic Rhythm Number Three
5. A Dark Door
6. Theme Number Four
7. Electronic Rhythm Number Eight
8. Building Twelve, Room One
9. Theme Number Nine
10. Transmission Three:Briar Lane
Total running time: 28 minutes
Release date: 31st October 2010 via Bandcamp
Wyrd gear for the ear…
Our Head Technician has let us know that his first selection of 1/4″ and cassette tape transfers will be available for purchase at BandCamp from 31st October.
The release features compositions by an unknown artist, collated from a number of abandoned tapes purchased at auction.
Titled ‘Black Mill Tapes Volume 1’ the album contains 10 tracks of atmospheric electronic numbers and proto-dancefloor foot tappers…
EDIT: removed Bandcamp link for the time being as they don’t handle empty pages very elegantly 😦 Will be back up when album goes live…Ta!, PCATS
UPDATE: link is now active…go get it!
Strange things afoot on the A25…
Whilst travelling along the A25 en route to Mogador, (that once fine hamlet, cruelly dissected by the M25, and home to my favourite tobacconist) I experienced a bout of temporal dislocation.
As everyone knows, these seem to occur mainly on those misty autumn mornings, when you are least expecting them.
However, on this occasion, I was helped along the way by this fine recording…certainly did the trick!
Due to the displacement, my tobacconist was still slumbering when I turned up.