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- unwatmm -

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  1. No - but a terrible NEED to all talk in the same childish cynical voice whilst constantly spamming disposable memes is. . .
  2. SIGN is definitely at the bottom. Worst album they've ever done by quite some way. Dire.
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  4. Googles 'Fiona Rae'. Far more magical than my random stabs of paint and ink :) M.
  5. Always enjoyed looking at everybody's incredible creations on here, and always wanted to join in. . . hope some of you fine peeps like random meaningless noises. . . I mean. . . paint splats. :) http://www.marcjday.com https://www.instagram.com/marcjday/
  6. How different it all used to be . .. "really?" you ask, in the modern hyper-cynical brogue. How different? I had a recurring dream, in the nineties, of wandering around an unpinnable english city, an amalgamation of shop fronts, ancient victorian curved glass, bad lighting, shoddy shelves and crates smothered in white stickers and black marker. I'd root around the shop and find a small bundle of amazing cds... . I'd try and memorise their names for when I woke up. "Well - that's not much of a dream is it?" you say, internetted up to the gills with forums, search engines, online stores, fan pages, links, information, information, information. It's hard, I expect, for a lot of people to understand buying things because the word 'instrumental' was mentioned, or buying things because the artwork suggested the contents might be electronic, futuristic, modern. It was such a gamble then - you couldn't listen to samples, you couldn't download it for free then buy it, nobody else you knew liked anything anywhere NEAR what you liked. It was all so rare, you were alone, nobody else knew, you had to hunt, you had to travel, you had to buy, you just had to keep going - surely we all dreamed the dream of magical finds in record shops. For me - it all started in the aquarium underneath the Blackpool Tower & Ballroom - they were playing Tomita "Snowflakes are Dancing" - late seventies, dim light, big fish, the most incredible electronic sounds - so otherworldly, so never-existed-before, so beyond new, so future. . . . the fish mouthed at me, the iron tower above trembled with the pure electronically generated sound waves. Here was music that talked without words, that brought images to your mind without forcing them down your throat, and here started a journey into instrumental electronic future music - that opened doors for the imagination to step into a world not yet created and of landscapes not yet scorched by fierce inventions. Then followed a difficult period of random discoveries, jumping from isolated island to isolated island - jarre, tangerine dream, vangelis, mike oldfield - then some electronic pop - but not really - it just didn't have that distance - that open-ness. . . . art of noise, cabaret voltaire, brian eno, harold budd, front 242, frontline assembly. . . Then - University - Sheffield - 1989. The WARP shop. . it was always there as far as I can remember.. . didn't feel special, just a record shop. .. and of course the staff were friendly/aloof/unapproachable. .. more because I was a mortal and they were cool/different. The world went 'bleep' - but it was all idiotic dance music - for drugged up ravers. I bought a giant slab of purple - sweet exorcist - clonk 12" - that was different. Bought Selected Ambient Works CD from the WARP shop - mustn't have been out long. It was a recession - so back home to Mum in Liverpool I went - on the dole - spending my money on cds. . . most things on WARP were instabuys (as the kids say these days) - Polygon Window, Black Dog Bytes, B12. .. . all so incredibly different to each other.. . like entire genres to themselves, flying ever outward - away from the slushy dull noise of what the radio played. Then - there it is - like my recurring dream - the graphics, the warp label, the magical amazing cd - all future and shiny. Probe Records - Button Street - Liverpool - 1993. It was winter and cold - the steps were wet and slippy - it might have been out a week. Then - each release as it came out - in the early days, in Bristol, hunting up and down Park Street, randomly finding them - not knowing they were being released - usually in november - or so my memory tells me, always in november. Wondering where the first Beaumont Hannant mix was. ANTI ep - how dare they stop people dancing. . . subversive black sticker over blank aqua. Wonderful to listen to the changes over time - the advances - the development - the unstoppable development. Being so infatuated with the bleeding tip of new music - not caring for 95% of music after a few months, there's more there - there's always more - you follow that cusp of the wave - you are the music - you are the here and now boys. From that cusp - I look about - there's not much music now that has the future HIDDEN within it - so much of it settles for small parts of what the future was once seen as possibly becoming - it all sounds very present - very now - but not plucked from the distantly heard echoes of future possibility. That is Autechre. M.
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