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Some people can be a tad mysterious and on that note, there is a new single from Bradford based project Signia Alpha, called “Cascade.” Matt Webster is the musical wizard that pulls the strings, and knows some bloke who knows this other bloke, and pulls it all together. Also appearing on the track is Harris and some fella called Paul, was meant to play the bass, but one Paul Gray of some unknown band called The Damned, though often seen in the vicinity at times, missed out on this beauty.

Extra trivia note is the x-ray does belong to one of the mentioned names as they become Lee Majors (insert Bionic Man noises here).

There is a very quintessential Englishness about “Cascade” and a harkening back to “Scarborough Fair.” Possibly it is the plucked acoustic guitar, or the dual vocals that are reminiscent of Simon & Garfunkel, with those delicate harmonisations. It does poke at the edges of your imagination with that strong chorus, healthy drums and wandering deep bass lines. Oh my heart…”Cascade” pulls at the strings with the not only the beauty of the music, but also lyrics about life and how choices from the past can come back to colour your present, and haunt the future. Tis magic.

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Some albums are capsules of the past and travels that could be the stories for many of us in our younger years. When listening to Skateboarding to Concrete Creek, an experimental instrumental album by Puncture Kit, delivers those warm feelings of childhood Summers and wonderment of the general world, as we look back. Dave Osbourne is an ex-pat Aussie now found in the United Kingdom.

The low, warm tone launches, fading in and out like memory in “Brown Shorts and Berries,” where you can almost hear the cicadas chirping in the background. The drums are wavering between rhythmic and arrhythmic, while a guitar drones, cradling those beats.

Welcome to the world of hijacked sleep in the psychedelic “3am Diary.” The male orator explains that is not your body betraying you by withholding sleep, but rather spiritual shenanigans. It is like entering the Twilight Zone as the echoing last word fades into the growing swell of guitar and the drums grow in strength, becoming a maelstrom of agrypnia causing noise and the voice continues, as if trying to hypnotise.

I am not sure what it is about the track “Concrete Creek,” but some of the drumming reminds me of sun glinting off glass and sandstone. The simplistic key notes are repeated over and over, almost childish in opposition to the far more darker undercurrent of electronics.

Here is the disclaimer…. a skateboard was murdered in the creation of this album. Sometimes sacrifices have to be made to the gods of music, and let’s face it… who doesn’t like a good sacrifice?! Skateboarding To Concrete Creek is kind of a study into using drums, guitar and electronics in experimental ways, not only to extract different textures, but also using the music to paint scenes that can effect you viscerally. Puncture Kit has imbued Skateboarding To Concrete Creek with humour, warmth and possibly visions of another life lived, and that takes a lot of talent.

Skateboarding To Concrete Creek | Puncture Kit

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Skateboarding To Concrete Creek | Puncture Kit

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