TOMBMAGIC by TENCHPRESS
Brandishing a single LA Galaxy-branded drum stick and yet more unearned bravado, TENCHPRESS presents a vital new sonic totality: TOMBMAGIC. Cleaner, more neutered, more desiccated than anything that came before, the ternate album from Avon-via-Leeds’s worst finds a sonic inventory in the airless plunk of an open snare drum, the sandblasted purity of foley percussion, the test tube sterility of free soft synths, and the empty digi-gurgle of treated vocals.
TOMBMAGIC hews cultural capital out of horse’s skin conditions, pure mathematics, sickly dynasties, and all the weird disquiet of being at odds with your own body. Listen out for discussions of distended muscles, masticating gums, quazzle, and the creamy porcelain of retina jelly. Once again, Hawthorne’s finest sons act as guiding lights, lodestars, fulcrums.
“Pale green light from the kitchen,
the dark back hunched inside,
my arteries stretching their stitching,
contracting at first light”
TOMBMAGIC is like the feeble sodium glare of weak sunlight in a nuclear winter, you can just about feel the warmth on your face, but only just.
Tracklist
| 1. | I've Thrown Basslines Out That You Could Mortgage Houses On | 3:06 |
| 2. | Mallenders and Sallenders | 3:15 |
| 3. | Muscle Up! | 3:07 |
| 4. | Quaternions | 3:06 |
| 5. | Aqua Regia | 3:48 |
| 6. | CC Myers / Infiltrate! | 2:59 |
| 7. | Dirac Flo(w) | 3:03 |
| 8. | Foetus Funk | 3:41 |
| 9. | Fridgecleaner | 6:15 |
Credits
TENCHPRESS: 6-string guitar, 12-string guitar, keys (for doors, not the instrument), keys (the instrument, not for doors), concertina, trumpet, a friend's electric bass, sturm, und drang, 1x LA Galaxy-branded drum stick, free soft synths, A Very Old Snare Drum.
Mastered by TC Young
