Mr Olivetti reviews the "Psychiacmc Bloems" cassette by Ice Bird Spiral.
"On the latest IBS outing we are taken far from the confines of the world as we know it & find ourselves whirling in space; an abandoned far-flung listening-post in its tragic & lonely orbit. I am reminded of the scene in ‘The Man who fell to Earth’, where Earth broadcasts are intercepted & used for education, but unlike that & unlike Joe Meek who only heard music for one new world, here dozens are passing through the ether. From the slow-motion oscillations, metallic scree & pitiful deathly groan of a long dead system - where these sounds are the only surviving legacy - to a transmission from Earth, a radio soap of some kind, the perverse storyline giving away its origins as static ebbs & flows distorting the message. We hear a siren’s call at some point, the mellifluous yet alien tones accompanied by a stringed lullaby luring us to some unknown destiny. Others sound like they could be from Earth, but are they?
"Is there somewhere out there, a new-born galaxy forming as a distant echo of home? In other places the startled whinny of horses & the soft cry of babies present disturbing parallels with the destructive sounds of a system at war. Even a distant radio playing some ethereal drumless response to the Cure’s ‘Pornography’.
"These sounds are sprawling & incredibly varied, the juxtaposition of light & dark, gentle & harsh are all tied together by the overwhelming urge to communicate something & in a few cases just anything, with a deftness that keeps the listener intrigued & more than a little mesmerised."