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Tanya Pea, Jack DuckworthPrimes - Psychwolf [pan030] (June 11, 2008)

A departure from their usual output, Primes present this drone excursion from the smokey recesses of their collective imaginations.


This audio is part of the collection: Panospria

Author: Tanya Pea, Jack Duckworth
Date: 2008-06-11
Keywords: ambient; drone; electronic; experimental; minimal

Creative Commons license: Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 Canada


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Composed, recorded, and mixed over several hazy late night sessions, these four tracks translate their unique style of post-punk/techno through a sizzling cavern where the beats are stripped, leaving a psychedelic landscape of ominous drones, throbbing low end rhythms, feedback swells, and even ambient "metal". Cover artwork courtesy of visual artist and illustrator, EK.

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Healer5.2 MB
114 Percent8.6 MB
Canine Clicks8.6 MB
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Reviewer: kh4n - [4.0 out of 5 stars] - September 4, 2008
Subject: review from Disquiet
Murky drones are the thing on the Primes EP Psychwolf, a four-track set of meandering ventures into the woolly sonic hinterlands. Three of the tracks clock in at under four minutes, while the closing piece, from which the album takes its title, plays for almost 20 minutes. Length aside, though, all are sewn from the same raw material: slow pulses that have a see-saw ease, glistening trebly figments that provide a glimpse of hope amid the sorrow, and moany intrusions that linger like a bad memory. The tracks aren’t organic enough to be pure drones, or melodic enough to be even vaguely pop; they’re something else entirely, something with narrative intent. Especially recommended are “Healer", which has the blood-in-ear whir of a close encounter, and “114 Percent”, which emanates the municipal dread of an industrial soundscape.

Marc, Disquiet
http://www.disquiet.com/


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