sone institute

A new year resolution we fear we’ll be failing to keep is to not let anyone down in terms of reviews, last year was particularly disappointing and were we to apologies for all the oversights / broken promises we’d be here till March and beyond. One label that did unfairly fall between the cracks was the very excellent Front and Follow imprint, who last year spirited out a cool crop of releases much adored here though sadly appearing to our bijou listening community and label alike unloved by us with the lack of fond words (here I refer to the excellent sets put out by both the psychological strategy board and a killer Jodie Lowther face off with ARC Soundtracks). Next on the Front and Follow radar, a new album from Sone Institute, his first in 6 years. Now I don’t mind owning up to the fact that this one has had us sneakily tapping our toes under the review table, that said you’ll have to wait for a full review while we wait for our bagged cassette variant to drop by through the letter box. Apparently ‘Where Moth and Rust Consume’ is his third album following both ‘Curious Memories’ (2010) and ‘A Model Life’ (2012) though I’m certain we’ve an earlier set kicking around from about 2009, but don’t quote us or ask us to search it out for we might be away for a fair old while rummaging through crates upon crates of CD’s, I kid you not our listening shed is a scary place. Anyhow, enough of the waffling, just two tracks up for affection on this brief occasion with both ‘the Devil works in ASDA’ and ‘Winter is Dead’ catching our attention on first meeting, the former adopting a coolly clinical and stripped back electro pop persona whose heavily crunched techno-wiring matrix glows and pulsates radiantly with an aloofly grooved club floor finesse to craft a persistently concentrated hypnotic mind hack from the core of its amorphous hive consciousness. As to the superbly contrasting ‘Winter is Dead’, a ghostly solemn shivered in a glacial opaqueness that’s spirited with both something of the divine, the magical and the nostalgic, a sepia tweaked wonderland that one suspects will prove ripe listening for those fully subscribed of all things emanating out of the Leyland Kirby studio.

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