Lee Patterson / Samo Kutin – The Universal Veil That Hangs Together Like A Skin

 

1. The Rising Path (6:47)
2. Stirring The Pot Of Fire (6:19)
3. The Universal Veil… (7:12)
4. Glass Bridge (3:12)
5. Mantis (6:39)
6. Travelling Hopefully, Which Is Better Than To Arrive (8:37)

 

· Lee Patterson: amplified devices, chemical and mechanical synthesis
· Samo Kutin: hurdy-gurdies, objects, acoustic resonators

 

All music by Lee Patterson & Samo Kutin
Recorded by Jernej Babnik Romaniuk at KUD Mreža’s Studio Asylum, Ljubljana on 1-2 April 2019
Mixed and mastered by Jernej Babnik Romaniuk
Liner notes by David Toop
Cover and label paintings by Rachael Elwell
Photo by Jan Prpič
Graphic design by László Szakács
Executive producer: Nataša Serec
Associate producer: László Juhász
Special thanks to Mauricio Valdés San Emeterio

 

A rising creature spreads its shadow over hushed land. In the moment of folding its wings, all air leaves the world. All things now operate by friction, stridulation, rough surfaces in contact with abrasion, materials unlike silk or plastic, the working of ground teeth and jaw bones.

In the blacksmith’s forge, an alchemist sits away from the fire in a clouded spot, observing those transforming states that move from hard to soft, from dull to radiant. From trees a presence emanates, as thick as wet moss and mud. Birds move within it, their shapes only visible with closed eyes.

At night, people sleep with covered ears, their dreams haunted by the footsteps of giants, the slow movement of hills, cracks opening in the earth to unleash insect clouds. Houses lack windows, yet light penetrates, if only to mark daily transitions between stillness and movement, heat to cold. If there are bells, they are heard only in memory, as if buried under silt on the bed of a fathomless pond. To sit quietly is rewarded. A shout is impossible.

Every month a door is opened, simply to change the air. This opening may take many hours, the door hinges resistant, anguished, uttering secret words that only the very old and very young can understand. At each opening, a wooden cart enters, another leaves. The ox that pulls one cart looks sideways at the horse that pulls the other, their gaze as deep as the silence through which they pass. As the trembling of the ground subsides, the world returns to itself.

David Toop
June 2020

 

Releases: October 2020 / first edition of 300 lps & 300 cds
Direct purchase: Bandcamp / Discogs

 


 

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