We are still not worthy! Fresh, inspirational, septum-searing dose of Ashtrays wrongness, doubling down on the lysergic tekno-exotica / freaked keyboards / a-martian-i-should-turn-to-be guitar sozzle of last year's A Propos de Naufage.... beautiful and baffling and exhilarating... the Yorkshire Psychedelic Underground is alive and well and living in Phil Todd's flat. Some of A Paper Bag Breathing In And Out reminds me of the RADICAL SPACE-JELLY of mid-late 2000s Astral Social Club, but there's a musicality and a depth and an architecture to this stuff which sets it apart from pretty much anything in its peer group then or now: 'Diversiment' sounds like Keith Jarrett and Edward Artemiev decided to make the best of their lunar module's crash-landing at a deserted busstop on the rural outskirts of Leeds and, er, JAM, and 'All My Evidence Has Melted' lulls you in with its 4/4 hypnobeat and florescent synth gloop only to become engulfed in sulphurous flames of munted Indexy garage guitar scorch, while 'Scrumple Up''s uptight, groaning-girder funk comes over like Stefan Jaworzyn crashing the On The Corner sessions... Yes, you know it must be good when we start talking THIS sorta bollocks. Time for a lie-down!
CDr edition of 50.
Phil Todd - electric acoustic and bass guitars, korg wave drum, korg stage piano, pocket operator PO-12, volca fm, boss SY-1, cornet, ether pad, qi bird, alesis drum kit, harmonizers and digital filters
Melanie O'Dub - korg minilogue, evolver & space echo