Olivier Messiaen, Terry Riley, Tony Conrad, Louis-Ferdinand Celine, Faust, Philip Guston, Surface of the Earth, Eno, Philip K. Dick, Harmonia, Mike Tamburo, Stars of the Lid, Henry Flynt
Sounds Like
eerie DIY electronica vis. psychic/vocal hand-crafted spectral forms, archaic drum-machines and tactile blats of electricity - Volcanic Tongue website
seht will play the same note so quietly, for so long and with such slight decoration you'll think your heart has stopped and your brain has melted - Wellington City Art Gallery press release
discography - solo
seht dead bees ((the((quiet)earth))suite) CD (PseudoArcana, 2008)
seht Guyrz nz you are thus alienated CDR (Ruralfaune, 2006)
hello. the new issue of Wonderful Wooden Reasons is now online and features a review of one of your albums. It can be read at our blog and at www.wonderfulwoodenreasons.co.uk site. peace ian
OUR LOVE WILL DESTROY THE WORLD / BARK HAZE split 7" $15NZ postpaid
Thus sayeth the dudes at Krayon... "Campbell Kneale moves ever closer to the glistening, levitation altar, with backwards bliss-shimmer, spooked chant and analogue squawk and squeal, kaleidoscoping around triumphant snare punctuation. Bark Haze hit back with focused power-drone guitar duelling from the heart of the bong, smoking out into tunnel-visoned, crumbled-amp chunder. Artwork by Campbell Kneale/Kim Gordon". But I say bullsheet senor... my side kills My Bloody Valentine with an elephant gun and stitches up the headwound with nifty silver thread in patterns that resemble fornicating deer, and Bark Haze blow the mong outta deep space with guitars the size of those fruity lookin' trumpets that yodelling Swiss goatherders play. Total supreme rule-age over space and time and little furry things the universe over. All shall kneel and know that I am home like usual. No wait, hang on...
'POLISHED GLASS AUTOBAHN' 7" (Dirty Knobby) $15NZ post paid
Shoot. The goddamn funkiest noise record ever? Like a bop-off between Rudolph Grey and Terminator X. Grinding psychedirgecore plastered over ghastly electrosplatter and ambivilent fake-americana strummage. And thats just side one! Side two grovels in halls of gravel, blurring the line between this world and the next... like Aldous Huxley writing a book about how he lost his marbles whilst listening to Hawkwind. Like, like, like...EVERYBODYDANCENOW!)
