luka

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wally baderou is one of those ones where sometimes i'll be listening thinking yeah baby do your thing keep groovin' and other times the same song will make me think what is this shit its totally unacceptable
 

WashYourHands

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Spring 1988. An all enveloping sound presences itself in the musical terrain.



I can't be the only person who had layers of pop shit hurled at them during the 80's. Hideous. Stupefying. Trite. Cunts like Paul Young and the Kemp gimps. Fans of the Breakfast Club and The Lost Boys with mullets and perms. Crimes against jackets at cliched meat markets. Always a threat of it kicking off, somewhere, anywhere, everywhere. Sounds of breaking glass and glass under foot generally. Dissonance, amplified by the north of Ireland, meant 1988 was a mountain of an abyss. New lows and not from depression, you're too busy trying to get a ride. A sense that everything, everything, just out of the peripheral range of your hearing was turned up to 11. Volumes unheard red-lining, feeling the rip tides and ripples in your psyche like air and sound.

It isn't an lp i play often these days, but for a decade or so it was an obsession that spawned a tangent universe. Read a review and at some point a tape copy got passed and finally seeing the artefact itself in Eastern Bloc. Running a nail along the thin cellophane sleeve cover at home, pulling the inner sleeve out staring into the pressing's patterns, catching a sheen of surreal Braille. There's a smell to that rite too. Finally easing a needle down on to fresh static, baffled at the sleeve's symbolism.

Spiral Insana was the first Nurse With Wound work to register and get in there, that place where you and music are paradoxically one and yet you retain subjective joy, awe and wonder. That and Soliloquy For Lilith were gateway drugs. They pulled my mind into a new mode of listening. Maybe it's timing and age with certain records. Not all the components work on SFL and there are plenty of Stapleton detractors. On the one hand, I love the man, but it's like a high maintenance relationship panning for gold.

His influences are clear and i'm holding back on Andrew Liles and other works. A Missing Sense is Robert Ashley, someone else who it's easy to go off the deep end with too (Ash link time stamped, by all means rewind for visitor, visitor, visitor)



Back to SFL, if Stapleton genuinely stumbled on its cited methodology and had the ears and daring to listen for possibilities (pushing further with the technique), that's the same muse as capturing lines in poetry and prose out of the ether, a moment in photography, compositional layering in a frame and/or film sequence, or any other route, experience and vista that opens up the transcendent. It can be both immediate and delayed, but i'd go with Colin Wilson's interpretation of peak experience. Roll out the red carpet for Cooloorta. Some of the best ears in electronic music.
 

woops

is not like other people
I can't be the only person who had layers of pop shit hurled at them during the 80's. Hideous. Stupefying. Trite. Cunts like Paul Young and the Kemp gimps. Fans of the Breakfast Club and The Lost Boys with mullets and perms. Crimes against jackets at cliched meat markets. Always a threat of it kicking off, somewhere, anywhere, everywhere. Sounds of breaking glass and glass under foot generally. Dissonance, amplified by the north of Ireland, meant 1988 was a mountain of an abyss. New lows and not from depression, you're too busy trying to get a ride. A sense that everything, everything, just out of the peripheral range of your hearing was turned up to 11. Volumes unheard red-lining, feeling the rip tides and ripples in your psyche like air and sound.
nice post good writing
 

catalog

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I've dipped into NWW before and kinda enjoyed it but looking forward to going through that last batch with wash's write up as a guide, good stuff.
 

WashYourHands

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The counterpoint of existentialist dread to so much free information today and burrito apps, is that you can access most of the Nurse With Wound discography as and when it suits. Not much can be missed. The constructive criticism of ltd runs with novelty art pieces included, driving up price and possibly pretentious, has merit but Stapleton’s heights are numerous.

SFL was caught at that age where you’re permastoned, but drugs had nothing to do with its overall impact then (or now). Referencing their role in somehow making the music ‘better’ isn’t the point - the music‘s potential to transport you the way certain compounds can is though. Stapleton taps into both the hypnotic and the uncanny. Those are his long term strengths. Andrew Liles compliments the Nurse spectrum perfectly too. Prefer to wait and add a few more later than ramble on.

Big regret was a missed sleep concert. Wanted to stay awake and listen to the bag of sound tricks pulled out, set and setting, but planets didn’t align.

Next, a mission further north to Newcastle, home of Eric Burdon, Jimmy Nail, Alan Shearer and Zoviet France.
 
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