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Concert dates
Friday 15 October 2010 – Solo. Otobahn @ Cafe OTO London. 8PM. FREE ENTRY.
Thursday 21 October 2010 – Tujiko Noriko/Lawrence English/John Chantler trio. Lausanne, Switzerland.
Saturday 23 October 2010 РSolo/HolyFamily/Lawrence English/Ephraim Wegner. Raumkalk РK̦ln, Germany.
Sunday 24 October 2010 – Solo w/ Lawrence English. Dordrecht, The Netherlands.
Wednesday 27, Thursday 28 & Friday 29 – Drums/Perc for Richard Skelton @ Greenwich Dance Academy, London.
Thursday 28 October 2010 – Holy Family w/ Oren Ambarchi. Cafe OTO. London. 8PM. £8adv/£10 on the door
Sunday 31 October 2010 – Solo, Holy Family, Lawrence English Solo, Robert Curgenven. Islington Mills, Manchester.
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I’ve been involved in organising ROOM40’s 10 year anniversary tour of the UK.
Thursday 4 November – Grouper/Rafael Anton Irisarri. Islington Mill, Manchester.
Thursday 4 November – Chris Abrahams/I/O3+Toop+Scanner/Andrea Belfi. Cafe OTO, London.
Friday 5 November – Grouper/Lawrence English/Rafael Anton Irisarri. Cafe OTO, London.
Saturday 6 November – Grouper/Lawrence English/Rafael Anton Irisarri/Andrea Belfi. Arnolfini, Bristol.
Sunday 7 November – Grouper/Lawrence English/Rafael Anton Irisarri. Nice/n/Sleazy’s, Glasgow.
The Balky Mule – Brixton Sessions
Some Sounds
This is a ‘live-at-home’ (ie. one take, no edits) recording of some solo synthesizer.Bit too heavy of the echo and classic ‘space-synth’ vibes for the record i’m working on, but figured I was pretty fun just the same so up here it goes.
enjoy.
If you would like me to bring the blips to a room in your town please email john [at] room40 [dot] org.
ta!
Holy Family – ‘Anoint’ C25 (Digitalis Ltd)
SOLD OUT
label description:
this one is for the gold, all the way and all the time. holy family is the modular synth duo of lawrence english and john chantler (room40 extraordinaires). and you know what’s coming. it opens onto a putrid, rotting corpse hanging from the bedchamber. chantler & english aren’t fuckign around. their synths sound like they’re dying, every note stretched to the point of breaking oscillating into the ground. this is not child’s play.
before you know it your blood stops flowing, turned into a molasses. faint echoes try to scratch their way to the surface, totally buried alive. every so often you think you hear a melody whirring from behind, but everything gets swallowed back down into this deep, dark pit. intense. incredible. edition of 125.