Alex Barnett presents two new pieces delving further into synthesizer soundtrack territory. Creating subtle and sinister soundscapes eerie enough to turn any situation into a potential death scene. Fielded (Lindsay Powell, also of GA'AN/Festival) follows up her brilliant Terrageist LP here with a few sparkling gems almost to precious to behold. Foundations of synthesizers are laid to waste by the pounding anthemic drum machine battle beats while Powell's patented multi-layered and processed vocals command with definitive power.
Stupefyingly essential release!
First edition of 200 copies on black vinyl.

Due out July 2011.

Oct.26, 2011
Alex Barnett’s two pieces here delve deep into slow-paced synthesizer tunes in the mode of John Carpenter’s horror scores. “Antarctica” lives up to its title. Epic and frostbitten, the scene slowly evolves from pitch black wasteland anxieties into an alien abyss. Much like The Thing, there’s something curious and unknown going on. A slow and steady beat urges the fuzzed-out synths along before dissolving into Barnett’s second piece. “The Hunted” is a bit more dynamic and highlights Barnett’s ability to build tension. The same slow pace carries into the second piece, but there is more of a “beat.” Expo ’70-offshoot Umberto is a fitting comparison for the sounds here, but the pieces here are allowed to sprawl and develop into deeper arenas given their duration. Lindsay Powell’s Fielded project is a sparse and cold form of a certain chamber-industrial-pop with bizarre interludes, Fever Ray-esque backing vocal effects, and cold production. Powell’s “The Mark, My Good Master” is truly something special. Soft and melancholic keyboards carry the fragile vocals subtly and elegantly. Melancholic pain is highlighted with the song’s understated production. “Horse” closes out Fielded’s side and comprises more than half of the set. Somewhat of an epic on its own, the song develops oddly but organically enough. Much like Laurie Anderson’s long-form electronic/voice pieces, Powell’s confident experimentation with “pop” is astounding.
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