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Then, before the fog horns of a big boat on a wide sea sounds the voice was clearer. For me. Nearer. Genuine vulnerability in this soft voice. I leaned in and felt the voice. So textural and emotive. With the instruments. Not an amped advertising jingle or a warped relaxation CD. More focused uncertainty and puzzlement then meandering assuredness and all-knowing arrogance.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e'From Cookies To Kale' - a Dad with a sound production degree has found a moment to tinker in his back shed. I can hear his kid whisper, chatting nearby as he sets up the drums. Then, a lonely organ bending purposefully. I love the way the percussive elements drop away when the secretive sounding voice speaks up. I’m worried for this narrator. Nervous that they’re in danger and someone is about to walk into their private room and bark “get back to work” or “what do you think you’re doing?”. There’s enough connection between sentences to establish a mood that’s distilled. Although not always linear. Never obvious. Plain language. Plain language always slays me. That is, I find it the most arresting and emotionally charged. Mark Groves excels at picking out the parts of English language he’s overheard or made up or thought of himself. He unravels a spool of feeling. I love this. Each utterance is both contained and whole. Open and limited.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e'Fire Together, Wire Together' - who starts? In this case, Samaan starts. Out of necessity? Someone needs to kick things off. A power struggle? Listen to me. Don’t listen to me. Hesitancy. Inner tension. 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Get fucked. I do love this conversation between free sounding improvisation, language blocks, associated meanings building up for me in a very personal way. Composed songy bit with a classic backbeat and a Motown tambourine. File under Soul? Spoken word? Exploratory fact-finding mission?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e'Regarding Knives' - a child’s high-pitched voice remnant engulfed by ominous metallic sounds made in cans on a computer. You are not alone. Tuning in to outer space frequencies. Go away child. I’m listening. I’m really listening. I don’t know how it’s achieved. The sound of distance. When a texture stretches back into my speaker. Or across its dome. Metronomic robot synth footprint and just ‘nearly not quite’ a human speaking. I watched Total Recall at work last night. Schwarzenegger’s deep monotone earnestness. The malevolence and body horror. The rashers of old bacon defrosting in the residents’ freezer smelt like shit. We opened up the door, but the foul odour would not leave. He came back from hospital still on Imeprazol and was due for another check-up in 4 weeks. Then the end of this ‘song’ felt like a bedtime story with the high plucked sound of one of those ballerina in a box wind-up toys. “tight rope... crocodiles”. I can see these words. Real warmth. Measured hope. “Family member or friend”. The sound of wind. These two making this thing have a good relationship. They feel each other. Hear where the other is coming from. Pick up what the other puts down. I can sense they’re communicating and moving energy together. And that me listening or not is of no deep consequence to them. It was good for me. Plenty of stars. At one stage Ruby walked in. She’d had fuck all sleep last night. “This sounds beautiful”. 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