Artist : David Newlyn
Album : The Misspelled Numbers
Year : 2012
Genre : Ambient
Quality : 196kbps / 44.1KHz / Joint Stereo
Source : CDR
Playtime : 0h 20m
Size : 31.53mb
Label : Wist Rec
Catalognr : Wist Rec. 007
Tracklist:
01. Foreword 1:39
02. Seance 17 4:04
03. The Last Time 3:27
04. In The Sunshine 3:32
05. Over The Water 8:16
Releasenotes:
Vastly different from David Newlynæs Deterioration, reviewed here earlier this
year, The Misspelled Numbers EP walks listeners into the autumn with ôpastoral
hums, voices in the rafters and other educational odditiesö. Although it refers
to school, the EP doesnÆt sound like school; at least not like an occupied
school. Instead, it sounds like a creaking, forlorn building that longs for its
children to return but is worn out and chipped at the end of each day. Those
familiar with Peanuts may remember Linus speaking to the building while on
summer break, apologizing for his absence.
One does not often think of numbers as articles that can be misspelled, but the
slight pause engendered by the title creates a pleasant dislodging. One has to
think in order to understand; the brain may throb for a pulse or two in the
service of calculation. In like fashion, one strains to hear the words of the
lecturer in ôSeance 17ö, but descends into reverie. Perhaps the building itself
wishes the lecture to end, thinking of meadows and brooks, yearning for an
escape that never comes, bemoaning ôThe Lost Timeö. Such is a pleasant
daydream, an intimation that the outside world offers sufficient pleasures to
trump the din of human noise. At the end of the piece, the ticking clock fades,
the rustles subside, the clacking heels retreat, the door slams shut. And then
the thoughts turn to wind chimes and passing cars, the world outside close
enough to touch. Closing pieces ôInto the Sunshineö and ôOver the Waterö lap
against each other like the competing fantasies of youth, overflowing with
promises of achievement and love.
The enclosed school card and tiny negative enclosed serve as nostalgic reminders
of something that was less likely to inspire nostalgia when todayÆs grown-ups
were going through it; perhaps only in snippets can the past be reassessed in a
gentler fashion. As the edges of memory are softened, oneÆs approach to the
world is softened as well; one learns to let the more painful memories escape
and grows grateful for the shimmering slivers that poke through the edges. The
old halls are still there, but seem to have shifted size; itÆs all a trick of
perspective.
Richard Allen - acloserlisten.com
http://wistrec.com/wist-rec-007/