Your ship’s hit the coastline after all these years of sailing in the vast ocean blue. You caught sight of this nearÂ nauseating white glow off in the distance and you just made a bee line for it. As you get closer and closer to this ominous glow, you hear something other than the sounds of vomiting and ocean waves crashing against the hull of your fine ship. Now before I get to that, let me tell you about The Boats’Â Abstraction. It’s this amalgam of distorted, sputtering synthesizers thrown in a blender with tape loops and heavilyÂ arpeggiated bass lines that sound like they were purely spawned for the sake of being played in industrial warehouses – A Number of Small Things calls these “thunderous industrial beat-offs” in fact. They’re like the waves that have crashed against your ship for years – at first, they might be grating to you but as timeÂ went on, they became somewhat soothing… as soothing as they can be. Now, about that light… it’s coming from a giant record store andÂ you are going to march in there when the sun hits the horizon and get your grails. Check out a preview ofÂ Abstraction below via the Boomkat player and see what you think of it. Cheers!
âAbstractionâ continues The Boatsâ industrial cycle with a remorseless instalment. Quite possibly the most potent of all three slabs, it finds the usually gentle souls of Andrew Hargreaves and Craig Tattersall revealing what they get up to when no-one is listening - youâd think theyâre out bothering fields and folding paper until the candles run out but, oh no, theyâre actually cranking out thunderous industrial beat-offs and dry stone walls of noise.
This one is a meaty beast, piling the kicks and distortion higher than a VIP plate at Tobyâs carvery but, not without glimpses of their vulnerable selves, chore jackets on and faces fixed on the machinery. From the glancing bass drum blows and grunting noise of opener âP Versus NPâ they sustain a stoic resolution thru the blitzed pounding of âSection Conjectureâ and acidic bog monster roil of âParabolic Typeâ on the A-side, before allowing the machines to cool off on the B-side; âInverse Galois Problemâ flushes the system with a swill of industrial fluids precipitating a proper piece of death-techno necrophilia, and âLonely Runner Problemâ arches up from clammy fuzz to an excoriating expanse of noise techno that would put the sh*ts up Huren on a good day.
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