At the Buttock End
(Chocolate Monk) CDR $7.00 (Out-of-stock)
COMING SOON. Hi, me again, no reception. Soft estrangement, isn’t it. White-chested laughing thrush? Somewhere between the Donisthorpe Colliery winding wheel, some chalk banks and Maghera beach’s open lagoon and delayed cliff echoes. Strung out, desperately cupping. Alfred got caught at the buttock end, RIP. Well, anyway. I’ll be thick for you here so you can go along now smarting, right? I’d say raise your head a bit and get breath in the pipes, maybe clout the keeper. And the field crisps up, mind you. Fol de rol, tora lie day. Edition of 50
Pinkfoot
(Chocolate Monk) CDR $8.00
Intimate croak concrète from London based poet/musician Betteridge. Like a low key ear tonguing. Moist and at close quarters. “Pinkfoot’s fragments are cut from vocal improvisations done in the house while the baby slept — just a mic and a reel-to-reel tape emulator: there’s sound poetry, Ami Yoshida / Junko overidentification, some rattling on,” explains the artist. “Compression and EQ are instruments and also feature. I projected some of the snippets into different environments — it’s often good to drag withdrawn things outside — and populated others (my partner and daughter, my father-in-law, geese). Uncanny / on the cusp of too intimate / spectral but mucky — that’s the hope.” Edition of 60