On the search for more labels like Dronarivm, Eilean or Serein, i come along Facture. It quenches my hunger for nourishing sounds that needs a high amount of attention. The Epiphanies is a great example for music that you have to learn to listen. It get´s more sense with every session. Music as a rewarding challenge. Absolutely recommended!
The Epiphanies sees Bill Seaman in fine fettle, driving along phosphorescent-lit roads marked by the heavy dew of mystery and slow-to-develop intrigue. Delayed secrets are now only coming to light. The setting sun is the glorious backdrop as The Epiphanies coasts along a deserted road, its dark road-trip music glinting like the lightless, metallic chrome of the car’s body. A pack of coyotes come out to play, and further down the road some lusty, post-jazz musings at a local bar hint at dark dislocations. Nothing is right – the neon sign is too bright and things are a little off-kilter. Reality slips slowly away, like water through the fingers, drained as if from the last bottle of whiskey, until it can’t be grasped at any longer.
The sick, cloying perfume of cigarette smoke hangs in the air like a tired apparition. The lingering, too-wide smile of a cute bartender with a string of strange tattoos along her back and an old episode of Tiny Toon Adventures (circa 1990) rather than the latest game from the NHL graces the television’s pulpit, adding to the subtle sense of dislocation, and the music only gets darker, its dying light duelling with the fading sunset. The headlights are a lonely splash of colour at two in the morning, and as the music enters the long hours a velvet-smooth carpet of asphalt spreads out before the listener, the unfolding ambient textures helping to shape a smooth, virgin-pure road.
Dark wet trees and swaying branches are illuminated as the car drives through an eerie, sleeping town, with nothing but a slumping, somnambulant piano strolling up and down the dark, leaf-strewn sidewalk. Distant notes seem to croon into the space, somehow filtering in through the dead radio that needed replacing months ago, luring you into its monochromatic musical world.
You are the first visitor. You are also the last. There isn’t any other traffic…
Developed by hand...
Two tone / 4 panel hand made letter-pressed Somerset cotton covers, glass mastered CD, 20 x polaroid style prints by Nieves Mingueza printed on luxury 250gsm card, hand numbered 35mm photo slides (circa - 1960-70 - cardboard mounted - Kodak / Sears), patchouli scent. All of the above rests inside sealed matt-black darkroom negative envelopes.
Processed with love...
released November 24, 2017
Bill Seaman – Piano, non-location recordings, ebow guitar, DX7IIE, mellotron, samples, sample arrangements and Ableton Live abstractions. Production.
Owen Sidney Richardson - Contrabass and Electric Bass guitar library
Craig Tattersall - Synth Bass library
Robert Ellis Geiger - Trumpet, Cornet, Flugelhorn library
Jonas Braasch - Horn library
Ciompy Quartet – Violin library
Daniel Howe – Distant Guitar on 14
Design - Daniel Crossley
Photography - Nieves Mingueza
Mastering - James Plotkin
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Erasures And Displacements is the ephemereal story of a non-existent space during a non-definable time.
Metamorphic piano shapes collide with electronic bursts of energy, shatter into impossible geometric figures and are reborn as new objects ready to start a cycle again, maintaining a constant acoustic fission self-destructing and self-repairing in a delicate balance.
As chance sometimes leads to opportunities, improvisation sometimes sparks meaning. A quintessence of beautiful serendipity. Dotflac