SHIP CANAL PRESENTS: "FROM A BEDSIT UNTO SATURN"

wce s02 #0015

Humdinger piss pot manacle slurry untoward drinks cabinet lurker funeral gloat sodden wet patch grandads favourite chair no more bets on the grand national buy summat nice for the wife while the warm weather lasts end of the pier rip chord job none of that foreign muck.

This week:

The home brewed tape scene of the 1980s has been recalibrated and spunked out into the interzone big time over the last few years. Fuck, most of us have entire hard drives dripping with innumerable ultra obscure sub underground psycho-folk from Bhutan and proto-Industrial hate straight out of a Minnesota garage in '86.

But amidst the (now temporarily stemmed) tide of one-time impossibly esoteric and largely uncontextualized infoslabs we all got hipped to by Mutant Sounds or D.I.Y or DIE certain currents become noticeable and subjectively crafted into a weird kind of horizontal scene... these people didn't necessarily know they were doing something that referenced anything outside of themselves and their own taste, but the hyper cataloguing of subculture in the age of cyberspace lets cunts like me get all blokey and try to assemble lineages or something.

So, to that end, I present a mixtape in progress that teases out... utopian synth exploration, wide eyed smacked out anti-disco, weather-beaten no budget galactic escapism (when the nearest different planet outside of your own door is probably Bolton) and full of technofuturist fetishism.

All crafted in someones bedroom years ago. All reaching for the stars.

I hope the result is more like that bloke who used to appear on North West Tonight all the time back in the day with rockets he had built in his shed than it is Appollo 13.

Posted at 14:10, 1st March 2012