Saturday, May 05, 2012

Microdeform - Mortlake



This is a baptism of swirling ambience, surface frictions and blinding textural weaves from Bristol musician Liam 'Microdeform' McConaghy … A true labour of love, where the melodic drugs are eased in and out on waves of mechanical abrasion, dishing out a rather special rhythmic sorcery in etched crackle and skip…

Monachos starts out in heavy gravitations and Gregorian swells. Touches of ritualised radio emerge as a percussion pulse draws you down an ominous road eroded in the fidgety mind fires of skipping needle... Like a lucid snake dream, growing louder, falling off the horizon in a wide expansion of aged vinyl, coupled with some lovely skim stones of electrification and broken piano gallows...

Submerged is a washed out spread of light. An 'Aphex reflective' of swollen gas and jangle shimmers... Exoskeletoned shadows touching powdery burnt paper... Diaphanous harmonics tied to a clubby euphoric chill, bespeckled in clambering filter fairies... a pleasant headphonic experience of muffled splinters overlapping the sound of foot falls on fresh 'aspirin' snow...

The Abyssal Plain is a nervous tread of watery worlds and the scrape of muted industry... As fleeting trams filled with syrup are tied to a heart pump squelch, like a trickle tide of distorted squid caught in a semi transparent jelly of half distinct memories...



The next track (seen above) is a repeated piano refrain soaked in a jazzy scatter cushion of rubbed locomotion and carriage shanty... everything weaves in multi dimensions of repetition, as drum scurries finger the languished ether of some diffused cymbal fallout... A sublime magic, to which Deep Narcosis supplies a short change of scenery …

A Massive Attack(ish) mutated dance... A gigi-shimmer on a loose bassy recoil and edged percussion. .. Something that's quickly sucked into the event horizon, as we are returned to the rising diffusion of the albums finale On The Shores Of Consciousness... A breaking dawn of drone and shingle coated breath, with curls of multiplied light that just evaporate in your head as all the best mind kandy should...

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