Myself and Xela Supporting Fever Ray.

The photos from when we supported Fever Ray can be found here.

Also, the photos from when we supported Electro Wizard can be found here.

The support slots with Fever Ray in Bristol and Manchester were pretty excessive, me and John played some strange card game until about 4.30am with some of the crew before we left Bristol which involved a failed attempt at finishing off the rider, we really did try. The following day in Manchester was painful, it’s not sunny too often but that day it was…for our sins obviously. We had a stroll, found a bar and then took it out on the audience in the evening. Too late for apologies to the audience, i wouldn’t if i could anyway…

As for Electro Wizard, we literally brought the roof down, ten minutes into the set a slab of concrete came loose from the ceiling and landed on Johns desk…the ceiling came closer to hitting us than the bottles from the audience did, says a lot about the audience i suppose…

Bratislava.sk.

Somewhere In Austria.

Somewhere In Austria.

Somewhere In Austria.

Innsbruck.at.

Somewhere Over Europe.

Somewhere Over Europe.

Temporary Fault: MS55.

Under the “influences” spot on his MySpace page, Seasons (Pre-Din) declares “silence and the need for something to be there”. Given the proclivity to remain anonymous – couldn’t find a real name at a first googling, and quite sincerely didn’t waste excessive time for this – the elements for interesting stuff were all in attendance. This wonderfully titled album is indeed a satisfactory example of how it’s still possible to release music in a filled-to-capacity sector and managing to have someone who’s able to unmask a pretender in thirty seconds (that’s me) remaining interested for the total duration of the disc, in this case circa 38 minutes. Why? Because Mr. (Pre-Din) uses the same ingredients of a thousand of other dronescapers with a deeper respect for the listener’s latent inner quietness. According to Daniel Crokaert’s notes, the sources – besides the by now omnipresent field recordings and indeterminate voices from the ether – may comprise singing bowls, dulcimers, piano, guitars and orchestral loops. Not many direct resemblances to these instruments were detected, but beautiful sections humming ad infinitum yes, they are present in copious doses. And even the normal parts are less annoying than in the average productions of the equivalent class. Some intense subterranean quivering, a somewhat choral development of the droning mass and – voila – here’s a not really transcendental yet solid CD that will keep good company during your introverted reflective evenings.