this can be paid by any method you like but I prefer time travel…
The Lord is Paul Mill from West Yorkshire. Gettin’ Off the Meths snuck out a couple of years ago and we’re properly psyched to be reissuing this crazy cave of a debut as the follow up to 2011’s Jesuit Trifle Syndrome and the acclaimed contribution to Front & Follow’s Collision/Detection series from 2012-13.
The Lord lives in a sonic landscape that is just right out there – a splattered planet of unravelling junk noise, found sound and angular looping chaos. I once thought I had read that The Lord sounded like Bobby McFerrin in a bin which is great but it’s only one fragment of a cracked galaxy. This is an absurdist liminal zone where repetition slips its own net and remakes itself in front of your very ears.
So, When I Was a Girl trips over a stuttering doo wop deep well and crashes through an exploding carnival of frazzled rockets, rapid spinning top noise and dumb horror bass. The Court of Dr Flimsy for instance sounds like a battered troupe of minstrels stumbling upon several species of small furry animals gathered together in a cave and grooving with a pict. There is an interesting social message… is a gargantuan collapse of found noise, vocal hallucinations, spiked fireworks and Sunset for Alice plays sinister games with vague reverberations, strange strings and an escalating sense of quietly gathering tension.
But inside of the chaos there’s a strange sophistication and a subtle hypnosis - a mesmerising world strewn with its reality bends and folding time. It’s a Surrealist paradise and an illogical nightmare.
Gettin’ Off the Meths comes in a very limited handmade knitted bag cut from socks, towels, dressing gowns etc. It’s not like anything else really but why would you want that anyway?