"Vol " by Clarence Manuelo

"Art" by Nick Mott

REVIEWS

"...Is it rock? Is it folk? Is it sane???"
© Jason Pettigrew
Altpress

"... A masterpiece of creativity and expression, forging new ground without any hesitation.... listening to this record is delightful, and repeated listens prove to be more rewarding..."
© John Fail
Fakejazz

"... Morosely beautiful, yet thoroughly frightening and invigorating..."
© JJ
Splendid Ezine

"...Truly stellar in parts, downright bizarre in others... violins, organic samples, electronic fuckery, unconventionally played guitars, creepy melodies ... this one's got the works! Don't miss this group."
© Jon Whitney
Brainwashed

"...This is music for "the day after"....weird and great..."
© Mark Richard-San
Pitchfork Media

"...Sparsely plucked guitar melodies, crackling electronics, effects-laden keyboard washes, shrieking violins, rumbling percussion, eerie clarinet sounds and warbling English vocals create a beautiful and haunting mood ... a groundbreaking and innovative project rooted in musical experimentation and free expression..."
© Rioux's Records

"...Mushrooming particles of jazz, chamber harmonics and darkened Eno atmospheres. Acoustics with multi-layered electronics, horns and Faustian vagueness..."
© Eric Weddle
Bloomington Independent

"...Eerily unmusical and hypnotic... strange and frightening ... oscillating, tribal waltzes and seemingly structureless, sparsely populated soundscapes to downright spooky rhythmic and vocal exercises... a series of abstract sounds strung together by random outbursts of strings, distorted piano, manipulated vocal noises and odd percussion... it's difficult to say exactly where this "music" is coming from ... dodging clouds of static noise and helicopters... peeping around for that eerie moaning in the distance ... ducking the heavy rainfall ... clutching their chests ... aaahhh!"
© Ballard Lesemann
Flagpole

"...It's their individuality that shines through...the album is totally weird whilst also being accessible... there's not a dull moment anywhere..."
© Alan Freeman
Audion Magazine #43

So utterly beyond classification, this British quartet's chamber music echoes an uneasy see-saw in the sky while a swarm of trumpets rises in the east, a bag full of milk bottles is tormented with a stick and old fahey bones are licked clean by mechanical mice. Hashish castles with thick spiced walls, fumbled cartoon cigarette case with exaggerated faces peering out through living eyes lost in 2D realities of folded fiction. Owlhoot lunacy, art ritual jibbering, folk music, Joe Meek animations, violins that scurry about like a nest of disturbed ants. Stockhausen-like shifting sound suites, small furry creatures grooving to the wild end of improvisation while still maintaining a thick sense of mood that balances the madly experimental aspects. Shattered deconstructions of the song-form, and old primal hokus pokus; layers of monk-like free vocal howling that probably don't sound much different from the first music humans ever made together.
© Dreamgeo