This album is a 3 track collaboration between Dead Sea Apes and Black Tempest
Reviewbot3000 at Norman Records wrote:
At first I thought this record was a split between soundtracky doom-mongers Dead Sea Apes and cosmic tinkerer Black Tempest, but actually
it's a collaborative LP where everyone plays on all the songs. We just listened to the first side and I got so tranced out that I forgot
to write anything, and now I don't even remember what it sounds like. Proper hypno shit. I remember there was lots of repetition and dark
psychedelic swooshy noises. Sort of a space-drone-psych-kraut-rock thing.
Now I'm on side B and it's a single long track with a slightly dubby bassline and the swooshy noises coming more to the fore. I'm
assuming those bits are Black Tempest because I saw Dead Sea Apes (at a gig which the good Cardinal of Fuzz put on himself, incidentally)
and they were more on a soundtracky rock tip. This side is kind of like Mugstar slowed down, churning hypnotic psych grooves and dark
dubby ambience that settles in and wibbles around your drug addled mindhead for minutes and minutes. It's just the kind of bongy outer
space excursion we've come to expect from Cardinal Fuzz, but very much on a spacedoom tip rather than Heads-aping wah-fuzz splatter.
As I said before it's totally hypno.
Ian Fraser at Terrascope wrote:
Now I hate to come over as being too philosophical about these things but do you think it is possible to have too much of a good thing?
For those of us who have ever experienced a touch of sunburn, indigestion or the occasional bacchanalian-induced night tremor the answer
has to be yes. However does this apply to some of your favourite sounds? I'm not so sure the answer is clear cut and the only thing
wrong with this neat and thoroughly welcome little collaboration is that until I've played it twenty or so times I'm not sure I'll know the answer.
Ah c'mon (as a famous old Welsh band once sang) what is there not to love about a double header featuring the weird and wonderful kosmische
vibe of Godalming's Black Tempest (Stephen Bradbury) - soon to appear at Woolf Music (see home page for details) - and Dead Sea Apes, who are
way up there on the list of "Bands For Which We'd Save A Place In The Terrascope Lifeboat"?
The synergy between Bradbury's hypnotic sequences and DSA's gravitationally massive psychedelic film score was always going to be an
irresistible proposition and so it proves. "Grey Alphabets" seeps slowly from the speakers and builds (and builds) almost along parallel
lines to the extent that you may be forgiven for thinking that you simultaneously inhabit separate universes where two civilisations are
intent on the same outcome by different means. The effect is profound and mesmeric and by Jove it works a treat! However this is a mere
bagatelle compared with the other cut on side A, "Wilder Penfield", in which the DSA are way heavier, sometimes crushingly so, mixing
cruel shards of guitar with a powerful and insistent rhythm while Black Tempest is locked into a deeply meditative groove and imbibed
by the spirit of Neu and Harmonia. This is quite simply brilliant and only equalled, possibly bested, by what is yet to come.
There are occasions when you cannot out do the press release and sometimes it just isn't worth the bother of trying. Side B's
majestic side long "Heliopause" is a case in point, so we'll had over to the press officer - who we suspect is probably none other
than label boss Dave Cambridge also of Optical Sounds magazine - and who describes it"like Oneida and Tangerine Dream arguing over
which is their favourite On-U Sound album". It certainly sounds like a seismic collision between two immense ice monsters as
controlled from a gargantuan celestial mixing desk. Dead Sea Apes in Dub has always seemed a tantalising prospect, this singular
alliance of analogue and digital soundscapes has made it all a delicious reality.
Add to all of this a sleeve that messes with your mind and will have you down at Specsavers before you can scream "magic eye"
and you have such a complete audio/visual experience that you'd never forgive yourself if you missed it.
Too much of a good thing? Not on your life!