Armed with two handhelds: the microcassette and cassette recorders flash broken-stream reds and blurred spotty static speaker blow-up on top of winter sound. A clean condenser intensifies the samples on lamp-lighting duty and the paper corners turn in.
Avoiding the surface capture.
Going to work. Working.
Immediacy lost in thinking-wonder. Waiting to strike, declaration/clarification of the specifics, the specs are only here-now. Go out and find the lungs.
A freezing temperature blast and wind-worn walk subtracts the warmth in-home with bullet and tape. No counters for the unused radio dial’s turn of extra-hiss. The greying-black of white noise in the covered room with empty reception bleeds everything together. Outside and in, all mirrored the same. Furnace plugs along in stomp pedal timing. Cold air and the lake convert the amplifier into trains rumbling underneath. Rhythms ignored for their psychogeographical counterpart.
Erasing the own, a century-turning windscreen protects real time from the made:
Part one, documentation through tape-roll and manipulation.
Part two, chance and accidental/guess-work collage.
What can’t be found is the time-scene objective. Go back and find it through cut-up. Realize that’s the imagined end-point that will forever elude.
The left-behind represents the mystery and the original self, the original vision.
What’s the microphone listening to when sleeping?
Where’s the original self?
This is the second half, Side B, of the split with Cahill Locksmith – Starter Kin, 012.
Tapes limited to 30 copies coming soon.
Both albums clock in at a hair under 36 minutes and seem like a nice pairing.
Guitars work out existential problems of spatial folk and circumstantial collection. Microphones perk/peak to differing realities, instruments in ultimate-silencer-tunings slice the air.
Where Locksmith dabbles in brother twos/blues and patient ellipsis, Running Point battles the many selves in observed/pragmatic time with implied technique.
The two sides of our living coins.
Hope you dig it …
Thanks for listening and reading,
Kev