More off-the-cuff wildness from Chlorine! This time Sunderland’s saviour constructs tracks of a headspace the size of Blyth Power Station. Has, for example, ‘Moon Bullits’ ever set foot on earth or is it a massive gasbag floating off in search of Saint Cuddy? And can...
Avance Romance! Chlorine may come from a place where grown men shit on football seats but this latest offering is high romance and beauty and magnificence writ large. Fuckers, if William Langland was alive today he'd be composing his rhymes to this on his Walkman....
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A single reedlike pulse indulges in a hesitant sniffing of the air before taking shape as a beautiful murmuring that envelops the listener's Psyche; like a mist rolling in from the Grey Havens. This is how we describe the track called 24 Hour Love Thing;...
Bravura electro? Does it exist? This digital Behemoth, cominatcha from Mackemland and the Former Bollenstreek just doesn't know when to stop or shut its cakehole. A diffuse collection of reflective soundscapes, kitchen-range bangers, daydreams-made-code, extenuated sonic wankathons and odd sonic fag ends has an air...