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Egg Meat

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james works
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james works Love this EP—the percussion-as-controlled-demolition of Earth Inside Them, voice-as-rhythmic-instrument in Little Tune, a power electronics-fueled B-side opener and a dancefloor-ready closing track. Intoxicating genre experiments threaded together by a consistent sonic palette. Favorite track: Earth Inside Them.
Finn of Tomland
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Finn of Tomland I'm familiar with the lovely sound of Georgie McVicar but to my knowledge i haven't heard Laurel Uziell up until now.
But from what i have gathered from the clips over at the labels SoundCloud page the two of them sure like to experiment and they are very very good at it too because this sounds like one hell of a nice release.
Very highly recommended.
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Little Tune 04:37
395 02:12


Egg Meat is a new project from London based artists Tooth Rust aka Laurel Uziell and Georgie McVicar, their self-titled EP features poems spoken by Danny Hayward.

THIS IS NOT A SPOKEN WORD TAPE. Though the voice at its ultimate origin emanates from the vocal folds resonating inside the throat of the poet Danny Hayward, the source of such rarefactions does not mean that some relation of identity can be drawn between the speaker, the sounds, and their segmentation into words. Maybe the words are spoken, but they do not speak: chopped and screwed and slopped and crude, worms writ(h)ing themselves through the loam, at times surfacing as meaningful utterances, at others buried under dense sonic matter.

NUDE JUBILATION. The EP opens with the speech-jammed text skittering across an insistent rhythm which would like to hold back these petit airs as they intimate the violence to come, albeit in absurd and enigmatic guise. The manipulations of Hayward’s voice are at times so extreme as to render them indistinguishable from the clattering electronics that engulf them. Punctuating the electronics are two tones that ring out impatiently like an unanswered phone call.

A STILLNESS CAME. On ‘Earth Inside Them’, a bass ostinato worms its way down to the soil inside your ear canal. A voice, not only a portent but an active agent of the fear it tells, is at times cracked and hammered by a shelling from above before being sucked back up into the vacuum where sound still tries to force itself to resonate.

REASON IS A STATE CREATED TO BE ANNIHILATED. An interlude which provides no respite. William Blake’s prophetic voice not remediated but rather re-mediated through Hayward and within the fabric woven from the artefacts of error, clipped signals and saturated grains buzzing across the plain.

WIND FROM OTHER PLANETS. In ‘Climate & Resilience’, Hayward’s words reach their textural limit. They are twisted, denaturalized, extended, condensed, cut, reunited, and made to work against itself. His speech shapeshifts, shudders, and shatters in the way a violin glides and trills above an orchestra. At points, the words are imperceptible. At others, they jut out in horrifying flashes, like the music of the escalator that “gnaws its tumour through Los Angeles” or smoke breaking out from a “van’s dark scabbed over windows”.

THE MORGUE SMELLS IN THE NICE PART OF TOWN. The EP’s final track, ‘395’, mourns another scene of desolation. The warm hums that surround the piece bellow out like pretty mushroom clouds, barely shrouding the racket of gunshots and mechanical clutter. Amongst the detritus we hear of “forgotten instruments”, “dead horses”, and “a blood-stained overcoat”. The piece, and the EP as a whole, ends with an ambiguous promise: “Don’t worry”, Hayward assures us, “we’ll be back.”


released November 18, 2022

Mastered by Rupert Clervaux
Artwork by Owen Lewis


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