Takehisa Kosugi

Catch-Wave
Takehisa Kosugi
Catch-Wave
We are a wee bit behind on this one. The Low Company locomotive has stumbled and wheezed into 2019, still mopping up the invoices of yesteryear like some pished, confused janitor - one that only now has acquired the keys to access one the most anticipated reissues of 2018. Possibly you may come to thank us for our lack of financial agility and the resulting hold-up - as surely there could be no better time to enjoy this COLOSSAL BRAINTICKET than bruised and reflective January, amid the forging of false promises and desperate attempts to re-kindle the dim flame of self-respect that seasonal excesses have so effectively snuffed out. A time when even the inland revenue are asking you to perform SELF-ASSESSMENT. Yup, a MASSIVE dronal-detox unit here, 1975’s “Catch-Wave”, the first solo outing of the grand master of higher sonic enquiry and key member of The Taj-Mahal Travellers, Takehisa Kosugi (RIP). "Mano-Dharma '74": a macro-dose of seemingly eternal Fluxus thunder that bids you bear witness to your brain folding in on itself like a big fucking futon of neurotransmitters, a glorious and soaring astral disasterpiece boasting all the finely wrought modular tapestry of Jack Tamul’s opus “Electro/Acoustic” AND the sky-scraping poise of a Tony Conrad live performance. On “Wave Code E1” Kosugi’s vocal incantations form a contorted helix with the phased violin and, like a rope thrown to a drowning beast (YOU), offers the only escape from a seemingly bottomless chasm of Kosugi's mind scramblin' electro-spectrum. As you hopelessly doggy paddle against its tides of conductive, droning tone sculpture, your nervous system can resist no longer and yields to a feeling of total.. what? ELATION, ladies and gentlemen. And who, on a week such as this, doesn't need a bit of that. Limitless mastery, never to be equalled - mind yer heid!!

 

 

£26.99