Strange listening to this new Nurse With Wound record (She and Me Fall Together in Free Death) immediately after the Dizzee Rascal album ... side a comes in with this rolling, slithy drone that sounds like reverbed didg, and then Stapleton lays down one of his patented a-child-would-be-embarassed excursions on the traps, four bars with a couple boom-booms scattered around in them, over and over, just sloppy enough for us to believe it’s not a loop ... the drone sends out the odd splinter of resonance, the drums just keep going ... honestly, it feels like a minimalist hip-hop backing track ... except wow is it longer. After about five minutes we start to get some little squidges of white noise, that eventually knit together into a counter-rhythm, just the three elements bouncing off one another, almost krautrocky when everything locks in. Yeah, I’d really like to hear this with somebody rhyming over it. Totally.
Side two. My god. Stapleton sings.
New Weird Britain, I guess. “Black is the Color,” not in Patty Waters territory, but nothing to put the mustrad folks in a good mood neither. A slow, menacing take, strongly reminds me of some of the songs on Gira’s half of World of Skin, these same chords over and over, downstroke on one on 1-2-3, a little surge of the others across 4 and then back again (this’d be the one riff/song disc, don’t wanna waste ’em, that good English frugality at work). Stapleton sounds like he’s in a trance, little-girl voices bubble up from below, doom doom doom. A winner.
And on we go into more “traditional” NWW pict-grooving fare, scrabblings, micro-edits, tapetransport artifacts, a flourish of calliope, somebody’s stepping on a harmonica ... it all sounds like a genetically-modified take on Marchetti’s La Caccia, till we get to the vocoded pron tapes, anyway ...
