Campbell Kneale has set a torch to Birchville Cat Motel and we're proud to facilitate his new vinyl/cassette only project - Our Love will Destroy the World.

'And Even My Angels Thought Darkly' leads the way - a distorted throb lays the foundation for a menacing, metallic shimmer. There are multiple layers of skree and grind, the sounds flutter and flicker, skitter and stutter and moan and whir. Its a symphony of fragmented jangle, looped whirs, minimal rhythms and wheezing heaving ragas laced with delicate melodies, all woven into a dizzying expanse of tripped out sound.

On 'Yellow Nirvana' the sounds are thick and dense with various elements twisting and thrashing and transforming, sculpted into nuanced shapes, into mesmerizing textures and blown out noise drenched dronescapes. This is some fractured anti-funk - gorgeously blissed out and mesmerizing, but also caustic and abrasive, a million pounds of hiss and buzz and rumble and skree, a weirdly rhythmic slab of pink noise psychedelia, relentless and nearly overpowering.

The additional CD contains the two tracks on the 7".

VERY limited edition package of numbered clear vinyl lathe cut 7" in full colour wraparound picture sleeve and CD containing the two tracks on the 7".

Aug 2009, TR019.

And Even My Angels Thought Darkly
Yellow Nirvana

This comprises of two choice cuts of grimly foreboding monophonic grind, leading out with ’even my angels thought darkly’ - an austere slab of cross weaving binary communications dimpled by withering preacher styled sermonising samples, insectoid swirls and looping montages of fragmented glassy skree shards all congregating into a steaming vortex of nervous system jangling alienation which to these ears sounds not unlike some unholy dread fuelled futuristic sound-scape dreamt up by a meeting of 70 Gwen Party and Depth Charge types.
Flip over for the acutely less playful ’yellow nirvana’ - a detached slab of controlled freeform discordance much nodding in the general direction of fellow New Zealander Bruce Russell, howls of white noise sheens hum, scar and scorch the groove rings, the sound an impenetrable wall of flat lined bliss fuelled oblivion both unrelenting and unwavering - though scratch beneath the furnace like surface veneer and within you’ll find the barely audible though detectable sound of grizzled primitive gloom struck dark psyche / drone sonic sub plots lying in wait and seeking to overthrow the festering feedback order.
Losing Today


The lead track 'Even My Angels Thought Darkly' is a weird cut up electronic mess with layers of feedback, weird looped noises and some spoken word vocals low down in the mix. It reminds me a wee bit of Astral Social Club. The flipside consists of dense layered walls of feedback which are screechy and metallic sounding. Reasonably harsh and abrasive if you like it like that. It's well new Zealand sounding. Not got chance to play the other tracks on the CD but the lead track on the 7" is well worth checking out.
Norman Records


Leading off with a whirring assault of sharp scythe attack and creepy voiceover shenanigans, the lead track here finds Campbell Kneales post-Birchville Cat Motel monster crawling along on its belly, along corridors of faux gothic gloom as candelabras flicker and eerie excerpts from the Night of the Living Dead sountrack atrophy in the distance. Sounds like a Cold Cave caper? Bang on. On the flip, Yellow Nirvanas raging psychedelic dirge curdles a cream of electron soup punctuated by mountains hewn from fairy lights to recall the sort of noise generated by Kneales previous incarnation.
Record Collector