Spaceheads and Max Eastley
First Spaceheads collaboration CD with sound sculptor Max Eastley playing the Arc, an instrument of his own invention. The Arc is a nine foot long instrument with one string, stretched over wood & played with a bow or glass rods. The pitch is changed by flexing the wood. The string can also be shortened with clips. It is then fed into electronic effects.
Released worldwide on the Bip Hop Label
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The Spaceheads and Max Eastley have sculpted a complete work from a clash of ancient and future technologies. Music as, crafted soundscapes, sculptured washes of sound, deep textures, broad melodic invention, spontaneous meetings.
The Spaceheads have been hurtling down a unique path of their own for many years now. This duo mix trumpet and electronics with drums and percussion.
Plaintive trumpet calls are looped across pulsing beats that propel us into sheets of metal crashing and vibrating through tiny pick ups cranked to the full and then spun into electronic webs.
Max Eastley, sound sculptor, artist, musician, is playing his own invention The Arc – a mono chord of wood and wire. He scrapes, bends and flexes the sound, twisting it into an orbit of amplified experiences. Electricity and raw noise captured and controlled, then flying out of control, bumping up against, colliding with fellow travellers……..Ancient Astronauts.
Spaceheads met Max Eastley at a multi media extravaganza in Manchester. A man set fire to tables, fireworks went off, the scene was set……..Max cast his spell over the audience with vibrating blocks of sound from his instrument of alchemy The Arc.
The spaceheads followed him and where they overlapped a new, intoxicating sound emerged. The audience were hynotised. It was a special moment that the Spaceheads and Max decided to try and re-create in a recording studio……..They Failed.
They didn’t recreate that moment. They didn’t even try. From the first sound a different and special magic was evoked, captured in one afternoon on this recording. Haunting trumpet melodies over soft drones and textures sets the mood. This slowly mutates to a world of high opera and tipsy beats that then cascades with a metallic pounding………It is Scary.
The music takes on cinematic proportions as the terrain unfolds. Interstellar landscapes are revealed. This is improvisation as a battle between the done and the possible. Whatever next?
