Navigation, the debut LP from Blackwater, and latest release from Ethbo, the mother label to Japan Blues. Cooked up across continents, finished in London, mixed and mastered for vinyl by Pole in Berlin.
Navigation follows the duo’s sold-out self released debut EP Istanbul/Woodstock - now preserved on the Lo Recordings compilation “Spaciousness” - this time weaving loose instrumental threads into cohesive songs. Available on limited edition LP, housed in a dashing silk-screened sleeve.
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Displacement of sounds from city to country and back again. Jetlagged dub rolling beneath, tempered breath hovering above. Songs stitched back and forth across the meridians. Electronic, organic, unrefined.
A tangle of sights, sounds and smells, anchored by space in an undefined time. Tracks cleaved from a pre-digital world, analogue reverb rubbing over sunken melodies. Chimes colliding, stories half-told, drawing you deeper into the murky depths of Blackwater.
Subterranean pagan dub, sailing the murk, recalling aspects of Hannett and Wire, maybe even Massive Attack without the pomp. Whispering not from secrecy, but baring a glimpse of their soul, exposed to the vagaries of the outside world.
The degraded rusty hulk of a ghost ship, a creaking mass, a family tree of weltschmerz tailing back to early blues, an emotional sound lifting the spirit from the pain of mere existence. Emerging from our caves as we are, a strange dawn rises on an unknown future. But that’s life, isn’t it?
Navigation follows the duo’s sold-out self released debut EP Istanbul/Woodstock - now preserved on the Lo Recordings compilation “Spaciousness” - this time weaving loose instrumental threads into cohesive songs. Available on limited edition LP, housed in a dashing silk-screened sleeve.
…
Displacement of sounds from city to country and back again. Jetlagged dub rolling beneath, tempered breath hovering above. Songs stitched back and forth across the meridians. Electronic, organic, unrefined.
A tangle of sights, sounds and smells, anchored by space in an undefined time. Tracks cleaved from a pre-digital world, analogue reverb rubbing over sunken melodies. Chimes colliding, stories half-told, drawing you deeper into the murky depths of Blackwater.
Subterranean pagan dub, sailing the murk, recalling aspects of Hannett and Wire, maybe even Massive Attack without the pomp. Whispering not from secrecy, but baring a glimpse of their soul, exposed to the vagaries of the outside world.
The degraded rusty hulk of a ghost ship, a creaking mass, a family tree of weltschmerz tailing back to early blues, an emotional sound lifting the spirit from the pain of mere existence. Emerging from our caves as we are, a strange dawn rises on an unknown future. But that’s life, isn’t it?