Comes in a hand made decorated pouchette, printed disc, liner notes, and a postcard screen print. Released in a limited edition of 60 copies.
01. Circles Burning
02. October Mass
03. Eastern Sunset
04. Strange Masks
05. Conqueror Worm
06. Slum Hymn
07. Coma Of Sunday
Recorded – Aug / Sept 2012
Booklet photography and all tracks – Tim Mitchell.
Final mastering and screen print by James R Moore.
Here Thossian Process (aka Tim Mitchell) presents seven tracks of disembodied abstraction … a nocturnal firmament teeming with phantomised insects… transparent bodies that are used to the barest of illumination. A suspension of flash-lit digital dust, semi opaque mysteries that I imagine, fit well with a journey through the ruined environments documented in the inlay. The blackness carving anxious fallouts to these shrill fractals of Circles Burning. The coo-ing pigeon roots placing doubts in perception, as the spray of oily loplop feathers are tangled in a choke of ivy, modulations mingling with the smell of damp earth and moulding concrete… Machine born vocabularies shadow playing the watery timbers and rumble.
A negligee of neglect, October mass is all sinewave serpentia… devotional tones blighted in bubbling of liquidised tremor… as a lone shaman rattles out safe passage, seemingly holding the arterial shiver of light against a lake of glistening black coils…
Eastern Sunset is a pure blood fell horizon of cobra sonics, a kazooed mainline splatter of tentacles… and abrasive counter directions… whereas Strange masks… unravels more hypnotically as a firefly of magical metallics flap the speaker’s diaphragm, and swarming mirror fragments are threaded on the starkest of numbed percussion…
Conqueror Worm is beset with swished mouthwashes and electro prodded caustics as a pulsating maggot wax chews through debris… dynamically ending in a mechanised scream…
Slum Hymn is my favourite… whirring, coupled with a masticated plod… a murmuring breeze of chant, affixed to an Assyrian undulation which soaks into you as more and more camouflaged details betray themselves… before Coma of Sunday eloquently ends the audio excursion in a slow displacement of algae… a soup of camen uncertainties… echoes of subterranean manatees or watery owls… vapour vends that linger…
( by Cloudboy ~ Rottenmeats )
With so much noise these days being so, er…, noisy it is easy to forget how empty and eerie some of that early industrial stuff could be. Thossian Process captures that vibe perfectly with rhythmic ticks, pulses and pitter-patter in lieu of anything too drum-like and a carefully chosen palette of electronics used sparingly and with purpose. A couple of tracks even have that vaguely ethnographic Middle Eastern/North African influence that bands like Cabaret Voltaire tapped into.
Part of what makes the album so compelling is the space within the music. I don’t mean it is ‘dubby’ – this is not a stoner-friendly warm bath – rather it is ‘spacious’ like a harshly lit, unfurnished room, or a view across a frozen lake, or the inside of your head when you wake sweating in the pitch black at 3.30am.
The seven tracks that make up this release total a fat-free 28 minutes. This efficiency shows a respect both for the material and for the listener and ensures that the quick-witted inventiveness throughout is left undiluted and espresso strong. Its discipline is admirable. Given its very high tolerance to repeat listening. (Full story here)
( By Rob Hayler ~ Rado Free Midwich)
Further review at Muhmur, by Stephen Cammack
MuhMur SoundArt Broadcast: 29/11/2012, featuring Thossian Process
track 6: Slum Hymn . LISTEN TO THE FULL SHOW HERE