Some records are too quiet to survive a crowded room. You put one on low at two in the morning and it becomes the most private thing you own, and then you never play it for anybody, because you would have to explain it and the explaining would ruin it.
This is one of those, made in Bristol out of dub space, loose jazz and a voice kept barely above speaking. It falls apart in a big venue and comes properly alive in a small one, which is the entire case for catching it at a converted bar on El Cajon Boulevard where the ceiling sits low enough that the quiet passages actually stay quiet.
People will stand very still. Somebody will shush somebody else and will be completely right to do it.
This is for the one person you would trust with the record.
El Cajon Blvd at 36th, doors at seven, the 15th of January.
Some records are too quiet to survive a crowded room. You put one on low at two in the morning and it becomes the most private thing you own, and then you never play it for anybody, because you would have to explain it and the explaining would ruin it.
This is one of those, made in Bristol out of dub space, loose jazz and a voice kept barely above speaking. It falls apart in a big venue and comes properly alive in a small one, which is the entire case for catching it at a converted bar on El Cajon Boulevard where the ceiling sits low enough that the quiet passages actually stay quiet.
People will stand very still. Somebody will shush somebody else and will be completely right to do it.
This is for the one person you would trust with the record.
El Cajon Blvd at 36th, doors at seven, the 15th of January.
Some records are too quiet to survive a crowded room. You put one on low at two in the morning and it becomes the most private thing you own, and then you never play it for anybody, because you would have to explain it and the explaining would ruin it.
This is one of those, made in Bristol out of dub space, loose jazz and a voice kept barely above speaking. It falls apart in a big venue and comes properly alive in a small one, which is the entire case for catching it at a converted bar on El Cajon Boulevard where the ceiling sits low enough that the quiet passages actually stay quiet.
People will stand very still. Somebody will shush somebody else and will be completely right to do it.
This is for the one person you would trust with the record.
El Cajon Blvd at 36th, doors at seven, the 15th of January.