I fix obsolete tape machines for a big company overseas. That's the unvarnished truth. One particular TEAC 244 arrived from Japan with the heads stuck inside an original cassette. When it was rebelted and cleaned I played the tape. This was the only thing on it. The first, last or only thing they ever recorded? I think perhaps it is vocoded. A distant voice from the past, passed to me.
I kept coming back to this record over the last month. It just kept being surprising and unraveling itself. I think I got a remnant of Londinium in some aspects, that definitely struck a chord. There's a delicate tension, in the whole album, from flirting with dance beats while never fully going there either. Feelings accumulate but they never get to unleash. You're in between worlds in unstable balance. To me, it is fantastic to have managed to capture such a complex emotion. Agathe The Blues