the detox twins

Hell’s teeth, in our absence we appear to have missed three well-heeled polytechnic youth-ers fear not for all will be engaging with favourable mentions between now and the next few days. However, it’s the latest from the Detox Twins that has been pricking our ear somewhat. Already sold out at source, just 250 7’s of this one skulking around, the austere chill of ‘in the hospital garden’ comes superbly ghosted in the kind of edgy and bleak absolute that these days appears to be ground zero for sonic operations by the burning witches imprint. Ominous, dark and shadowy, you can feel the cold tension literally bleeding from its grooves as it channels a dystopic sonic climate once inhabited by the likes of Front 242 and SPK.


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permanent clear light

Oodles of fruits de mer grooves to plough through in the coming days, tenth anniversary celebrations not -withstanding However, first up on the inspection blocks a rather dandy three track from permanent clear light. Providing a sneak peek into the inner creative workings of Finland’s finest, this trio of galactic garlands emerge fully formed from the second album recording sessions. As ever, strictly limited in number and on coloured vinyl to boot with a choice of sleeve variations, ‘Maurice n’est pas la’ shoehorns an immensely tripping 15 minutes tapestry of wigged out happenings onto its waxen grooves, lead out track ‘Maurice’ – described in passing as a healthy side serving of ‘astro funk’, provides for an 8-minute head scrambling colossus of pure cosmic finery, indeed funky like it promises on the tin yet all said sumptuously served, trimmed and housed aboard a gloriously immersive mind hopping astral gliding sonic star cruiser upon whose celestial voyage manages to pull, twist and connect the variously disparate dots of classic kraut, space rock, electronische and lunar prog into one humongous and hairy space road trip. Things being the way they are around these here parts, we’ve taken a shine to ‘one in five’, a super psychedelicised head hit, which nods to the Move and the Zombies aside, comes wonderfully flavoured in an authentic late 60’s phrasing and freakbeaty-ness. ‘this quiet smiling man’ rounds up the pack, into the bargain freefalling into the psychedelic drift smoke classicism these days much absorbed in the grooves of happenings by Anton Barbeau and Jack Ellister, the floral mosaic buttoned to the end incidentally, is to die for, just saying like.

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chris carter

Next time we dare to venture out into the bleak rain overcast that is Springtime, perhaps to frequent the inner sanctum of the legendary Probe records, we might well be persuaded in picking up a copy of Chris Carter’s ‘chemistry lessons volume 1’. From this double disc set, ‘blissters’ has been sent ahead on reconnaissance detail, a snow globed astral, svelte, streamlined and sumptuously silvered in a divine setting of kosmische sequins all delicately framed in an alluring and amorphous trance wave purring of softly caressing blissed out mind morphing mosaics. Does it for us.


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the assistant / british experimental rocket group

Cast your minds back to last year’s Record Store Day and you might well recall a very special release put out in conjunction with the esteemed horror pop sounds and polytechnic youth sound houses made exclusively available for Norman records featuring a track apiece from the Au Fait and XAM Duo. The release much sought after, sold out after 8 minutes with no repress. For this year, the same deal, a super limited lathe 7-inch split pairing together the talents the Assistant and the British Experimental Rocket Group each in attendance here revisiting forgotten scares from a classic horror / sci-fi past, namely ‘Deathline’ and ‘Quatermass 2’. Featuring Pleasance and Lee, the gore fest that was ‘Deathline’ is a tale of cannibalistic ne’er do welling amid the subterranean arteries of the London Underground, those unfamiliar should be easily able to source it on you tube. Its theme however, left in the hands of the mercurial Assistant is transformed from the originals decadently sleazy and murky slow step throb into a tasty back glancing slab of loosely cooled funk frisk vintage that snakes with the kind of smoking lounge jazz twisting that finds its mark somewhere between a classic Mancini and Schifrin, easily filed incidentally, alongside Mike Vickers ‘Dracula AD 1972’. Over on the flip lurks ‘Quatermass 2’ by British Experimental Rocket Group, this re-reading of the Kneale penned sci-fi scare, which incidentally, if memory serves well, the film version featured a small role for a young Sid James. Taking its cue from the ostensibly darker and far superior original BBC TV adaption of the 50’s, BERG superbly mimic and utilise the alien sounding mediums and primitive electronic techniques of the day as were, to craft a deeply chilling and claustrophobic three-part aural labyrinth of proto Radiophonic edginess with the tensely scratched ‘the bolts’ channelling a superbly sinewy Autechre like disconnection, while for those of you well versed in the ways of Human League mark one might do well to seek out the terra-phonic brooding of ‘the frenzy’. Essential, in case you needed a prompt.  

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Interlude … in memory of Claude Debussy ….

Interlude … in memory of Claude Debussy ….


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interlude …. record store day

Interlude …. Record store day ….

Not as fearsomely dull as we’d been led to believe, agreed there’s a fair amount of tat and unfathomable rehashing of stock, but this year’s Record Store Day listing isn’t quite the barren wasteland of hopelessness, did we see new stuff from the High, their first recordings in over 25 years, still fond of ‘up and down’ around these here parts. Somewhere else and loosely connecting the High, some pre-Stone Roses handiwork from Mr Squires dating back to ’82 featuring two tracks recorded by the Waterfront. High on our wants list, a clear vinyl double disc set by Daughter. Now I’m not so in touch with video games, but apparently ‘life is strange – before the storm’ backdrops the critically acclaimed Deck Nine graphic adventure video game of the same name. Doctor Who completists have the choice of 2 rare narrative soundtracks through Demon in the shape of the Baker adventure ‘City of Death’ and the legendary Troughton tussle ‘the tomb of the cybermen’, the former scored by Dudley Simpson was co-written by the late Douglas Adams whose writing credits for the Time Lord would culminate in the aborted ‘Shada’ story. The set appears on green vinyl, a two-hour story with linking narrative by Lalla Ward and featuring newly commissioned artwork and liner notes. As to the latter release, the Time Lord’s third meeting with the half machine half man foe, again first time on vinyl, a two-hour long story with linking narrative by Fraser Hines all pressed on silver vinyl replete with liner notes and exclusive artwork.

Ever reliable on these RSD specials, Silva Screen roll out a crop of must have releases with the appearances of ‘the omega man’ and ‘the changes’ soundtracks, the latter mentioned a Paddy Kingsland scored set for the ’75 aired Children’s TV show, by all accounts first time on vinyl. In addition, a coloured wax 7 celebrating the work of Bernard Herrmann with the appearance of both the lead titles of ‘Vertigo’ and ‘North by North West’ – the former mentioned, by our reckoning, one of the finest scores ever, just check out the dissipating dream like demur of the ascending strings as they reach to a plateau and then seductively fall away at the 1.06 point – sheer heaven like.

Damn we could go on, there’s over 400 releases, eye catching Johnny Cash box sets, black and white vinyl pressings of a pre Joy Division Warsaw, Wire box set, rare Jansch pressings, new Richard Youngs exclusive to RSD, Shocking Blue album, Small Faces single and coloured wax refit of ‘Ogdens’, exclusives from the Liminanas  fuzztones album and 7 and a plethora of Bowie rarities, oddities and goodies …. full list of releases at while the latest issue of Long Live Vinyl has a specially cobbled together 32 page official guide ….

Daughter ….


Dr who ….

The high ….

North by north west’ ….

Electric wizard ….

‘vertigo’ …

Johnny cash ….

Nico …

Durutti column …..

Steve ellis / the love affair ….

Ennio Morricone …

Duke reid all stars …

Pink Floyd…..

There’s a version of this … the legendary rejected Warner Brothers album by the Residents ….

Elsewhere a by all accounts killer compilation put out by Wharf Cat records entitled ‘ACLU benefit compilation’ which alas features nowt by these dudes ……

Porno sonic …

Zero 7 ….

Gershon kingsley ….


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Next up two tracks from Polypores that we managed to source via you tube, in truth a by way of an apology as we are yet to finish writing up fond words for his recent polytechnic youth set ‘the impossibility’, something which all good homes deserve and should be sporting alongside another missing in action release by the equally perfect the Heartwood Institute. Anyhow, first of the tracks up on the inspection blocks is ‘rapture of the depths’ which has something of an old school Polypores sonic DNA to its craft as it tunes its radar into Radiophonic Workshop frequencies, upon this icy and somewhat isolationist pulsar, chilled future visions ghost and flicker amid its dead heading tail processing a siren like machine murmuring to its fixed point drone dream machine mesmeric. Hints of Echoboy c ‘scene 30’, Add N to X and Numan’s brooding machine marauding dystopia a la ’Replicas’ are not lost whilst neither is Bowie cold crystalline precision of ‘Low’ on this deeply immersive trance toned goliath.


Recorded way back last November, here’s Polypores captured live for what is a decidedly demurring slice of kosmische classicism that across 25 minute of cerebral chill manages to locate itself on a straying sonic outpost that dissects the pathways of Carpenter, Vangelis, Tangerine Dream and Jarre with sublime seamless aplomb.

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