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SCRUTINY

by MIDDEX

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  • SCRUTINY edition of 100 cassettes
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    Edition of 100 cassettes. Sold out.

    Recorded with Lindsay Corstorphine at Devil’s Mango III. Oblex versions mixed by Oblate and Middex. Illustration: Simon Scott.

    Middex came out of the city-edge where aircraft fly low, where runways and canals are false exits and disappeared in to the dense city and with crude electronics and blunt voice attempts a communication beneath tarmac, above rooftop and with side-eye slowly surveying left and right.

    Boomkat (UK):

    Liminal, hypnagogic cold wave from the edgelands of London, marking up a strong new addition to The Tapeworm

    For their 2nd long format trip as Middex, following tapes and 7”s for Polytechnic Youth and Makina Books, the drolly enigmatic protagonist conveys a sense of life spent under low flying planes, “where runways and canals are false exits” in a four-square set of barely-there songs which also come radically reframed by Oblex, aka the chimeric hybrid of Lindsay Corstorphine’s Oblate and Middex.

    The original are drily puckered observations on the mundanity of suburban sprawl and about the periphery’s relationship to the centre, with Middex’s vox placed elusively in-the-mix against endless 2-storey drones and electronic metaphors for the meridian phosphorescence of the city at night.

    On the B-side the Oblex versions short circuit the connection between edge and core, smudging out the vocals and a sense of self, dematerialise the songs in a more cryptic series of transmissions recalling the stubbed and nubby sound of Thought Broadcast or The Stomach on L.I.E.S. This is exactly the kind of weirdness tapes are ideal for.


    Bleep (UK):

    Straight from the metropole’s edge lands — a place of boy racers with glowing undercarriages and poorly funded train station platforms — comes the interstitial sound of Middex, via the wonderful Tapeworm imprint. Who better to offer Scrutiny than those from the margins, thinks our strange speaker, his sermons soaked in pools of echo amid peaks of noise lifted straight from the gravel of the worn down and yellowed suburbs.

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Visitor Fed 02:26
the harm felt is a retina burn
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a distant suit spins in the marshes
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Scrutiny 05:26
Oi astral companion that strikes so much fear as a new way to vertical platforms - is in headphone, is in window, is in the blank scrutiny of the moquette. No comments. No complaints. No suggestions. Oi ticketless orbit that scrutiny is not the least bit blank unless microscope is and fibres don’t exist, swipe to busy crowd, click the dust and violently charge. No comments. No complaints. No suggestions. The gum of stuck lives for all time hear, dark veil spotted with beams from screens, heat dabs cold shocker night takes hold. No comments. No complaints. Not even a suggestion. Not even. No suggestion.
4.
Taker 07:13
Oh confident polluter - a smother of heavy grace will beat and beat on the ground that waits. Silently. And will, eventually swallow up the chopped out. Swallow up the vapid machismo cancelled and as silent as the ground to which it really belongs, that mass voice of the ground. Silent. Porous. Porous and beneath. Taker of the universal weight. Holder. Taker of the confident polluter. Next. And the kerb, oh stalwart companion, more sticker than taker, will take the lean but can take it out. Kerb lays in wait, a trip for the occasional head. Oh passing pressures and speeding air take. No. Care. The dour face with mind in space choking on the flash realisation that all is particle and mostly waste and the never sunken stone, erosive smile, as it lays safely in wait. Next. Next.
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Edition of 100 cassettes. Sold out.

Recorded with Lindsay Corstorphine at Devil’s Mango III. Oblex versions mixed by Oblate and Middex. Illustration: Simon Scott.

Middex came out of the city-edge where aircraft fly low, where runways and canals are false exits and disappeared in to the dense city and with crude electronics and blunt voice attempts a communication beneath tarmac, above rooftop and with side-eye slowly surveying left and right.

Boomkat (UK):

Liminal, hypnagogic cold wave from the edgelands of London, marking up a strong new addition to The Tapeworm

For their 2nd long format trip as Middex, following tapes and 7”s for Polytechnic Youth and Makina Books, the drolly enigmatic protagonist conveys a sense of life spent under low flying planes, “where runways and canals are false exits” in a four-square set of barely-there songs which also come radically reframed by Oblex, aka the chimeric hybrid of Lindsay Corstorphine’s Oblate and Middex.

The original are drily puckered observations on the mundanity of suburban sprawl and about the periphery’s relationship to the centre, with Middex’s vox placed elusively in-the-mix against endless 2-storey drones and electronic metaphors for the meridian phosphorescence of the city at night.

On the B-side the Oblex versions short circuit the connection between edge and core, smudging out the vocals and a sense of self, dematerialise the songs in a more cryptic series of transmissions recalling the stubbed and nubby sound of Thought Broadcast or The Stomach on L.I.E.S. This is exactly the kind of weirdness tapes are ideal for.


Bleep (UK):

Straight from the metropole’s edge lands — a place of boy racers with glowing undercarriages and poorly funded train station platforms — comes the interstitial sound of Middex, via the wonderful Tapeworm imprint. Who better to offer Scrutiny than those from the margins, thinks our strange speaker, his sermons soaked in pools of echo amid peaks of noise lifted straight from the gravel of the worn down and yellowed suburbs.

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released March 20, 2020

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