http://soundcloud.com/pure/pure-noonbugs-excerpts/s-SyXCs
From the press release: Comprising of a continuous work and what seems to be minimal process, this is by no means an unfolding minimal record along lines of Alvin Lucier or Elaine Radigue. Changes are more immediately discernable (whilst avoiding noise, distortion or any other “immediate” tactics). The result is an unsettling journey throughout an array of balanced elements . One could say this is as close to dark ambient as mego has come, but like all the best Mego releases Pure’s is one that questions the exact nature of the genre from which it has sprung whilst incorporating certain signifying elements in an entirely new way.
Review taken from incursion.org: This came in with a cold front, complimenting the grey and crystalline winds that roared down the black streets. Sine waves shattered into microscopic fragments, falling through the cracks of the clear plastic of the bus kiosk as darkness descended. These little wave shards, broken into their smallest curvatures, fluttered through to my legs and numbed my ears, the body cold in-between. I watch the brief snow static and brittle leaf slivers suspended in the night air. Coming to the mid-point of the disc, my own shivering incisors could be heard over the din, as the wind grew and swept at the empty midnight, symphonic in its invisibility and jagged debris. While never reaching freezing temperatures, the storm seemed content to hover above, dissolving into trash crackles and other small objects at the peripheral. The buses veer past on the street, stirring it all up for the storm’s finale. Deceptively minimal and dark with short-wave damage of a most frigid sort. [Andy Beta]
title: NOONBUGS
artist: PURE
Label: MEGO Records 30
Format: CD
Press Release: Pure’s debut full length on Mego continues to explore realms of sinister sonic’s and edge of the equation audio initially previewed on the highly regarded ‘the.end.of.vinyl’ 3” cd / 12” pic disc. As a complete serve the full extent of this world is revealed to be an elaborate exploration – rich in texture, variation, mood and quality. In some ways this release can be seen as a take on the darker edge of 20th classical / avant garde as seen through a 4th generation raised on industrial / electronic mediums.
Comprising of a continuous work and what seems to be minimal process, this is by no means an unfolding minimal record along lines of alvin lucier or elaine radigue. Changes are more immediately discernable (whilst avoiding noise, distortion or any other “immediate” tactics). The result is an unsettling journey throughout an array of balanced elements : looped violins sway amongst ringing tones, a distant police siren adds an element of isolation to washes of dark frequencies. Fragments of suspense guide the listener on a series of subtle subversion’s coming together as a dynamic thematic whole. A see-saw of subversive sonic’s which make for some prime late night ambience. One could say this is as close to dark ambient as mego has come, but like all the best mego releases Pure’s is one that questions the exact nature of the genre from which it has sprung whilst incorporating certain signifying elements in an entirely new way.
Review taken from incursion.org: This came in with a cold front, complimenting the grey and crystalline winds that roared down the black streets. Sine waves shattered into microscopic fragments, falling through the cracks of the clear plastic of the bus kiosk as darkness descended. These little wave shards, broken into their smallest curvatures, fluttered through to my legs and numbed my ears, the body cold in-between. I watch the brief snow static and brittle leaf slivers suspended in the night air. Coming to the mid-point of the disc, my own shivering incisors could be heard over the din, as the wind grew and swept at the empty midnight, symphonic in its invisibility and jagged debris. While never reaching freezing temperatures, the storm seemed content to hover above, dissolving into trash crackles and other small objects at the peripheral. The buses veer past on the street, stirring it all up for the storm’s finale. Deceptively minimal and dark with short-wave damage of a most frigid sort. [Andy Beta]