Brand new solo album from Greg Kelley of Boston duo Nmperign. Massively downer atmosphere with obsessive/intimate diaristic dialogue, totally blasted drone vacuums, distant sound events and a slow blur of heavily sedated instrumental activity. "Another exercise in failure. Spring 2003: With assistance from Vic Rawlings, I fill my room at Club Awesome in Somerville MA w/ electric keyboards, synth, a small organ and set them all for drone. A radio plays static. Record to MD, output MD through my stereo for low feedback. An electric fan is aimed at the microphone for the distorted vintage 78 effect (rpm, not the year). Vic bowed a single cello note at some point and a cymbal was scraped. The intent: record in mono for 2 hours, communicate with the dead. After 1 hour, I couldn't take it any more. My intended "Two hours as..." is now "One hour as..." I fussed over it for a while. It's kind of boring. I like boring, but... Late Winter 2004: I must do something with this recording. I decide to look backwards into the archives... January 8, 2000: I send out a call to arms: Meet me at Twisted Village Records, Cambridge MA at 8pm. It's Scelsi's birthday and we will play a memorial drone for him. The call was met by Oliver Alden, Mike Bullock, James Baumgartner, Seth Cluett, James Coleman, David Dougan, David Gross, Tatsuya Nakatani, Howard Stelzer, Bhob Rainey, Vic Rawlings. Some automatic instruments played themselves. Others may have been there, but I don't remember. And you can't really hear them anyway. Back to Late Winter 2004: I record a new track onto my 4 track in my bedroom in Allston MA. Trumpet and radio static. (DJ Screw's ghost inhabited my 4 track near the end of this track.) Then I record a burning guitar solo for the end of my new and improved "One hour as..." The mono drone, the Scelsi tribute band, the trumpet/radio track and the HOTT guitar track are all mixed down from 4 track to MD under the influence of Samuel Smith Oatmeal Stout. A vocal intro and headphone feedback interruptions are then added. The task is complete. It's a bloodbath. What have I done?" - Greg Kelley.

Staggering double LP from the horns/electronics duo of Greg Kelley and Bhob Rainey. First LP is all black silence punctured with beams of intensely bent tone, huge balloons of light and the lightning shuffle of intuitively exploding brain cells. As the sides flip the sounds get dense as all hell, with grainy smears of sound climaxing in a punk rebuff to Alvin Lucier. The bastard had it coming. First LP recorded at Mhere, France, second at Wesleyan University. Comes in one of Alan Sherry’s most glorious silkscreen conceptions to date, with screened insert. Limited.