Vinegar Tom - Do Not Lose Sight of the Sea on Brachliegen Tapes (UK).LINK:
https://brachliegentapes.bandcamp.com/album/do-not-lose-sight-of-the-seanew cassette release of noise / death industrial / heavy electronics from Vinegar Tom -- shipping this week.
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Vinegar Tom returns with a second release comprising of two 7 minute mediations on coastal living, chiseled out from a permanent residence in the histrionic battleground of England. Taking field recordings of the country's dark edges as its genesis, Do Not Lose Sight of the Sea dials into the frequencies of the cursed isle as it continues its process of unending erosion. Power electronics corrode the broadcast of a failing behemoth as it sinks into the murky depths — transmitting a distress signal to no one, blaming all those but itself. Pummelling kicks, knifing bass pulses and layers of feedback compete for space, as the landscape descends into the moan and groan of decay.
Side A is 'A Petition of Cruelty', a heaving egression of death industrial which rends the ground from underneath the listener, torn up by some great tunnelling beast. Feedback cuts down from above the burrows, while an uncaring rhythm ceaselessly pounds at the foundations. Slowly, a gurgling, chittering sound creeps in and a warped death rattle laments its state; "I've become a drudge, again..." it rasps, contemplating the transitory histories of modernism hiding in the shingle. Eventually, all this falls away to reveal the bestial rumble at the end of all things, the residue clinging to the walls of the cosmic butter churn — treading wind, turned stubborn.
The title track 'Do Not Lose Sight of the Sea' occupies the reverse, opening with rolling swells of shoreline static, and mocking seabirds, carried breathlessly on a hungry wind. Electrical tones diffuse themselves, mingling with the tides of an uneven pulse. Damp ghosts and hot piss linger in a fractured landscape, stretched and distorted by the pathos of national myth. Salty tones and swathes of feedback convulse as the undertow drags them down. A hum of distant possibilities from some far off installation washes up on the shore of the present. But this oarless vessel drifts out to sea, careening airlessly through the waves; indifferent to hope, it bobs on, to its squalid conclusion.
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