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Various Artists - Undulating Waters II [Experimental Electronic] (Tape - Woodford Halse - 2018)

Various Artists - Undulating Waters II [Experimental Electronic] (Tape - Woodford Halse - 2018)

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Pro-dubbed cassette with unique packaging including individually screen printed and die cut outer sleeve and j-card. Also includes a collectable cigarette card with an excerpt from the Woodford Halse mystery on the reverse written by Paul Bareham.

Only 120 copies produced

Concept - Mat Handley
Design - Nick Taylor
Text - Paul Bareham

Undulating Waters: A new series of compilation albums featuring new or exclusive recordings from some of the most exciting underground artists from across the world.

"set to surface in a week or two following hot on the heels of its debuting appearance, Volume 2 of Woodford Halse’s ‘undulating waters’ compilation series, continues where Volume 1 left off. Exploring the outer reaches of the electronic / hauntologist / psych cosmos, this limited cassette release comes as previously, superbly packaged in an eye catching die cut design replete with cigarette card inserts which on the reverse feature the continuing mysteries of the Woodford Halse as penned by Paul Bareham. As with Volume 1, this collection features a gathering of talents, 12 in all, some familiar some not so, yet all bonded by a collective connection whose sonic interface melds perfectly with the aural landscapes explored on a weekly basis by the celebrated ‘you, the night and the music’ radio show hosted by Mat Handley. Being the impish sorts we are, in alphabetic roll call, Azyss are first up on the inspection blocks, ‘lost’ proving to be a cinema sonic treat whose somewhat iisolationist technophobia heartland pilots the oblique dystopian wastelands of both classic Terminator and Halloween III terrains to create a becoming future chill. Choosing one suspects, to underplay its beauty and artistry, the simply titled ‘flute tune’ by Bill Foreman offers much more than its casual name might first give hint, at once ghostly yet kissed with a close intimacy, this haunting visitation drawn upon the very elements of nature, is brushed by a timeless toning as though in some kind of séance like conversation with dearly departed elders. Been a while since Black Tempest troubled these pages, herewith ‘rama’ a seven minute astral drifting and mind morphing Tangerine shaded Floydian head trip of bonged out cosmic kaleidoscopic proportions serious designed for full on immersive head-phonic delight. In short sharp contrast, Field Lines Cartographer serve up the delightfully dinked lunar carousel ‘the last rain’, an echoing epitaph to something that once was, courted in a aching forlorn beauty, its snow globed shimmer tones teased of tearful abandon merrily dance with morose mourn acutely cut in the stuff that holds the stars in the night sky, all utterly beguiling. Preferring to adopt a more brooding stance, Grey Frequency’s ‘dust like stars’ has a end game foretelling attaching to its persona, this leviathan like pulsar slowly stirring roams amid a cocooned chamber drone shell, advancing with morose majesty like some passing dark herald. Much admired around these here parts, Midwich Youth Club add a sense of fond playful child like wonder to proceedings with the cutely kitsch ‘summertime Saturday special’ which to these ears sounds as though it’s just stepped out of the magic Mr Ben changing room from the 70’s, a wonky Wurlitzer wonderland chirped and charmed in hazy halos of lost summers and sizzled seaside sand castles. Pushing Field Lines Cartographer close in terms of tender arrest, Newland’s ‘neap tide’ had us of a mind to go searching out FortDax’s rather wonderful ‘at bracken’ full length for adoring comparison, for this pirouetting flutter by comes kissed in fairy dust, a disarming magic land of twinkling corteges and starry serenades. Those of you fully versed in all things Weird records are minded to seek out the darkly seductive ‘low passing’ by Snow Glass at your earliest convenience with by these well weathered ears sounds like some dream ticket gathering of Death and Vanilla, Xeno and Oaklander and No Ceremony types, nuff said. Next up Smith and Jones, alas not that Smith and Jones, instead these dudes cook up a monochrome fixed staring concoction of spidery post punk obliqueness courtesy of ‘whitechapel’ – its edgy austereness appealed with a retro vibe that has it sounding like a forgotten orphan from a lost Peel playlist c. 81. A welcome return for Spaceship who if memory serves me right last appeared here courtesy of a brace of outings for both the dark outside and WIAIWYA, herewith ‘St John, the latecomer crosses Ibbotsroyd Clough’ – a sub five minute end game ablaze in sky fired Godspeed like sonic symbolism and majestically turned in an epic and crushing tear scarred stars going out dynamic. An ever welcomed listening experience around here, the Heartwood Institute tentatively stalk and seduce with the alluring ‘yan tan tether’, awash in spell woven oriental motifs, this whispering astral both bliss bathed and silently serene moves and arcs to spirit itself away, as though a portal to the inner self, to play freely in the finite passages between dream and reality. Its left to Vert:x to bring matters to a rousing finale with the forewarning deathly chilled industrial storm that is ‘Organelle’ which aside anything finds them on the outer sphere of Gnod’s sphere of influence. And with that, we look forward with eager anticipation to the treats planned for Volume 3." Mark Barton, the Sunday Experience.
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