Labels: Invisible City Records
Review by: Captain Fidanza
Dense, depressing drone from the Northeast of England, sounding as bleak and expansive as the city of Stoke which I looked out across at about two in the morning in mid-January from the car park of the Britannia Stadium, with Stan Matthews on my left and Jupiter 365 million miles away to my right.
Had I been sent this music two months ago, it would have provided a near-perfect soundtrack to the moment at which I looked up at the brightest star in the sky and realised that just possibly something all those miles away might be looking back at earth at the very same moment. It’s unlikely of course, as Jupiter consists mainly of hydrogen and helium, neither substance particularly suited to having a 28,000-seater stadium constructed upon it, but the poetry of the moment ignored that technicality.
So, to recap, if you intend to stand beneath the icy blackness of the firmament and regard the unimaginable breadth of the universe, you could do a lot worse than downloading this music to accompany and accentuate the moment.
Or at least buy the cassette.