by Andrew M. Reichart, Published: 2012-02-24
Edward Kaspell and Mark Spybey, “The Bowles Given Self-Loathing by Numbers”
From the bomb shelter we retreat into the aetheric plane where houris stand frozen in mid-dance-move…. But the bomb has struck, sending astral shock waves and temporal-reversal eddies through the aether – but thank god we find ourselves safely in a 60s London psychedelic underground venue, with a stratosphearic snare and syrupy organ and hypnotic vocals singing us to safety. Or no? Is this paranoia taking over, acid gut, nervous tickle of body and mind? Where are we really?
Edward Kaspell and Mark Spybey, “The Bowles Given On Air”
We enter upon the platonic ideal of spooky – again with the soundscape. But with the vocals and piano we have a soft eruption of sad enter in to dominate the scene, still framed in spooky but the pathos of keyboard tone color and lyric taking center stage. But with repetition, the voice’s apathy becomes unignorable, and it is revealed as an animatronic automatom from the year 1899, in a glass box with a penny slot, its paint chipped, its gears in need of grease.
002. Edward Kaspel and Dead Voices On Air,”The Bowles Given”
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