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Automatic Music Volume II
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Automatic Music Volume II

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Two pieces recorded in 2013 in London. Artwork by grohs.
Edition of 150.

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Originally from Australia but now a long-time London resident after a stint in Japan, Chantler works with electronic musical instruments, organ and percussion and has collaborated with Lawrence English, Tujiko Noriko, Tenniscoats, Maher Shalal Hash Baz and others. He also convenes the Organ Octet – a large ensemble where everyone plays a similar type of reed/chord organ. This cassette is the second volume in his ‘Automatic Music’ series and presents two pieces of electronic music recorded in 2013. The first volume in the series – for synthesiser/organ – was self-released as a limited edition LP in 2012.

Chantler’s last full length LP ‘The Luminous Ground’ was released in 2011 and included in The Wire magazine’s top 50 releases of that year.

 

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Holy Family – A Rising Tide of Halos (CS, Sanity Muffin)

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Got a few copies of this new cassette by myself and Lawrence English as Holy Family.  Fairly punishing synth action recorded mostly when I was down in Australia in 2010/11 after our tour there with Tujiko Noriko. Part of one track also recorded at Noriko’s place in Paris in April 2010.

£5 + postage if you want one.  Also available at upcoming concerts whilst stocks last.

Holy Family - A Rising Tide of Halos (CS)

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Holy Family – ‘Anoint’ C25 (Digitalis Ltd)

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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.