A rare sighting…

…the Head Technician in the wild. Approach with caution!

The Head Technician would like to extend a belated thanks to everyone who came down to Belbury Youth Club at The Outer Church on the 14th. He had a grand old time, and hopes you did…

Big ‘shout’ to Joe, Jim, Julian, Ian and Jez for making it a much less nerve-wracking experience than it could have been!

Images courtesy of @lemurcom and @folkhogskola.

Playlist Society review…

Here’s a Borg (Google) translation of a rather nice review of “Black Mill Tapes Vol 1.” at Playlist Society. 

My thanks to twitterite @_Ulrich_ for the kind words. 

Original article is here:

“I have some end of the world albums that I like. Albums that remove the film of life with a simple gesture, and I know full well that they can accompany me until morning, waiting to be quiet with the first rays of sun. A disc can also be a meeting of the world’s end, some lines written on a website or a few characters thrown enigmatically on a social network. Either we should move on, or our curiosity is drawn to this strange elsewhere, calling us in silence. A chance encounter that in other times would not have happened at that time, but years later. 

Face it, I would never have listened to Pye Corner Audio Transcription Services if, at the beginning of this month, the British magazine Wire had not tweeted their interest in this disc. I have never regretted that click since there is not a day where I do not listen to some tracks. 

Black Mill Tapes Vol. 1 is a thinly disguised tribute to the work of the former radio entity, a cult, the now famous BBC Radiophonic Workshop, which popularize better than most electronic music on the BBC (radio and TV) through its jingles and sound effects. The trademark sound of the BBC until 1998 was signed by the musicians of this British public service. Few know that the series Doctor Who was made in the workshop and a woman who is more, Delia Derbyshire. Black Mill Tapes Vol. 1 pays tribute to that time (blessed by the gods, some would say) where the music was created to serve the common good and general. And it is not insignificant that the title track We Have Visitors is a snap leaning on Doctor Who theme, adding an undeniable kosmische dimension. The eleven tracks on the album draw on the collective memory of the old lady. Short pieces that have the desire to forge an atmosphere of another time and the end of carnival. We can consider this bias lunar leave nothing to chance and the state. This digital work has permeated the historical necessity and carries with it a natural imprint, a thread that leads us on paths through known and sometimes unexpected. Individually, the titles of Black Mill Tapes Vol.1 accompany a harmless the listener, as a complete work it induces the existence of a natural material, an intuitive knowledge of a kinetic law and film. 

Better than elsewhere, this disc gives reason to Jacques Derrida when it told us that the past is now haunting the present. This disc nostalgic know-how of his interviews a spectropoétique electronics, devised by what we guess a few mad scientists, retired from the world, in a studio in London. Everyone knows, the BBC Radiophonic Workshop is dead, distressingly buried for economic reasons but it is reassuring that their spirit lives on.

8/10″

…you get the gist!

Seasonal adjustments…

Well, ‘Black Mill Tapes Vol. 1′ has been out about a week now. Many thanks to those who have already bought it, and to those that have yet to…what are you waiting for? Go get it!

The Head Technician would also like to take this opportunity to thank all the fine folks who have provided support and encouragement along the way…you know who you are, and if you don’t, this is me telling you!

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.
Oh dear…