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FOSSIL AEROSOL MINING PROJECT [FAMP] - 17 Years in Ektachrome

Format: CD Label & Cat.Number: Hand-Held Recordings HHR 04 Release Year: 2014 Note: cinematic ambientscapes by this British project known from regular contributions to ZOVIET FRANCE's 'Duck in a Tree' radioprogramme => a 51 min. phantasmagoric journey based on field recordings and found sources that works like a surrealistic travelogue soundtrack to unknown & lost areas... "the perfect soundtrack for vast open plains, abanboned industrial complexes and forgotten small towns washed in the shadows of bygone age." lim. 350 copies Price (incl. 19% VAT): €13.00 Warning: Currently we do not have this album in stock! More Info "17 Years in Ektachrome is a sublime, 51-minute, six-track adventure: like stowing away on an aging freight train as it winds its way from the balmy American South to an unnamed permafrosted north. Fossil Aerosol Mining Project journeys through a dense audio fog filled with distant, indiscernible shapes and punctuated by the sudden appearances of artifacts from another time. The album has a distinctly archaeological perspective, utilizing what seem to be decayed quarter-inch analog tapes that were processed and looped many years ago. The resulting layers of found sources and environmental recordings have been fragmented, slightly decomposed and pulled away from their original contexts. 17 Years is the perfect soundtrack for vast open plains, abandoned industrial complexes and forgotten small towns washed in the shadows of a bygone age. Fossil Aerosol Mining Project is first and foremost a superior ambient music project. Its soft, fluorocarbon textures are the perfect backdrops for mellifluous overlays of travelogue-style field recordings. Fossil Aerosol Mining Project regularly contributes to Zoviet France’s widely subscribed Duck in a Tree weekly podcast of all things electronic and / or analog, and has worked with the band on collaborative remix projects." [label info] https://soundcloud.com/hand-held-recordings "We first heard of the Fossil Aerosol Mining Project on :zoviet*france:'s fantastic podcast A Duck In Tree, and we were certainly baffled to discover that this enigmatic project from the outskirts of Chicago has been in existence since the early '80s. A cassette here or there might have materialized throughout the years, but it seems that the bulk of the output was just secreted away until some of this stuff started showing up on their website, revealing a dreamy, narcotic ethos of post-industrial tape-loopery. Think Phillip Jeck. Think Terry Riley. And most of all, think :zoviet*france:! The etymology behind the name Fossil Aerosol Mining Project harkens to the act of rummaging through abandoned warehouses, whose crumbled surfaces were dappled with graffiti. The remnant waste from all that graffiti was the never-ending supply of crushed and spent spraypaint aerosol cans. So, the punk-scavenger miscreants who would find themselves sifting through the rubbish of those abandoned warehouses in search of a motherlode of 16mm film or reel-to-reel tape machines would undoubtably come across countless, discarded cans. Quite a poetic allusion for this tape-heavy Mining Project. The quotations of bird song and the pleasant ambient wash of the initial 30 seconds snap into something quite foreign with a series of radio communication bursts and snippets of slow-motion monologues from Ronald Reagan, whose soothing, patronizing declarations would raise the hackles of many critical thinkers and agit-prop artists during his presidency. Nowadays, it's something of a distant, sonorous ghost, something that we're supposed to dread but can't quite figure out why. The Fossil Aerosol Mining Project cycles through a myriad of sympathetic loops, each of which harbors its own patter of delay, lending to a complex web of crumbling sound furthered along by backward tapes of textural scrabblings and iridescent drones. This network of eerie, diaphanous sounds and hypnotizingly soft-focus rhythms which may have their origins in a thoroughly forgotten fragment of a song, whose content was wholly lost to the magnetic erasures, dubbing-upon-dubbing-upon-dubbing, and / or the bacterial decay which flecked away the ferric oxide leaving behind an entirely different set of chemical stains. What's left is just a shadow of whatever emotion might have been imprinted onto the tape. It's a beautiful coagulation of sound, the musical equivalent of a Joseph Cornell box... either that or the recapitulation of the classic :zoviet*france: albums (e.g. Look Into Me, Assault & Mirrage, Just An Illusion, etc.). One of the best albums of 2014." [Aquarius Records]