'SOMETHING REMAINED'. KELLY I.A. & RICHARDS J.V.M

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'SOMETHING REMAINED'. KELLY I.A. & RICHARDS J.V.M

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7 track CD in 4 page card digipack

Song of the Scythe 
Jolly Good Going 
You will Remember 
6D 
The Jason 
An Outstanding Occasion
The Sad Road to the Sea

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For the record:

When, in the early 1990’s, I was commissioned to write two soundtracks for experimental theatre pieces in Manchester I turned to friend and budding engineer Justin Richards and an aged Atari  1040 to make it happen . Along the way the Atari was beaten to death but the friendship survived. Twenty years later I was digging ditches on a country estate and daydreaming of flying a Villiers-engined grand piano over the English landscape during the first half of the 20th century. So I once again turned to Justin, and we entered into a fabulously enjoyable and collaborative 18 month musical jolly to realise the soundtrack to that dream. Wonderful tea fuelled sessions at Justin’s cozy rural recording studio and even a visit from me old oppo Nick to twang the bullfiddle. Obviously I begged my way back bros at DED to kick up a suitable cover, which I think you’ll agree, they did. 

On the record:

Richards and Kelly have teased together a kaleidoscope of an aural landscape evoking the first half of the 20th century, a soundtrack to a dream of England. Combining their varying abilities on a collection of instruments these original vignettes are peppered with slithers of sonic memory and are woven together into a warm and familiar blanket, as patched as the small fields that the work brings to mind. Like a signal from an imagined past the morse of this music beeps through the consciousness, awakening the senses and stirring the ghosts. Smell the hay, the dust warming on the bar fire and the hot oil of the shivery Villiers engine. Feel the salty sea chill and look skyward for gull or kite. Drift into the ocean of sound waves, and dream your dream, your own dream of England.