STREAM: ‘Brazilian Worm Band’
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Tim Presley is a busy dude. On top of his main project, White Fence, and DRINKS, his duo project with Cate Le Bon, he is also releasing another full-length in 2015 under the name W-X, which is a solo outlet / side project for his more experimental tendencies. You can check out a new track which the FADER calls “chaotic and strange, but in the best way” here, and a previous track over at Stereogum. The self-titled debut W-X LP is due on John Dwyer’s Castle Face Records on Nov. 6 — Dwyer has introduced W-X to the world via the poem below:
I look across the table at the man
cuban coffee in hand, cigarette stuck to lip
glasses nearly opaque grey blue
you can see his sleepy eyes but only just barely
and I think “this man has been up all night in the song-lab writing while the masses sleep”
Like Poe, eyes screwed up from working by candle light
Nicely high but not for pleasure…for the boundless job
Not that these songs are to be listened to strictly at night while lit up, but it seems they lean that way
Blown and bent like trees on a white noise swept plain
Surreal like a wet city street after hours
Winding like a nocturnal drive through the backstreets
End upon beginning like a borderless landmass
Each song or structure tail bleeding onto the fingertips of the next
Barely holding onto the fur of cohesion
I think of this record as kind of a “Tim Presley reads his book on tape”
The story of life in Los Angeles flowing like the low moisture river that it is
The start is uphill, long and slow, and you ponder when you will be spat out onto the straight away
By the time “Clean It Glen” kicks in, your hands are sweating
and then you are there and it is glassy and wonderfully repetitive, repetitive, repetitive
Lights are flashing
Cars are passing
There is synthesized wild life here
Blips that are winged
Crackles that are slithering through the digital grass
Echo ripples across a chrome topped body of water
You catch a glimpse of yourself in a store-that-sells-something window
Beats are the staccato lines on the road being eaten by the undercarriage of the vehicle that whips Through this world
Guitars are trash and debris
Acid
A headphone record at its primal best
Far out and geographically odd
Every time i play this someone asks, “what the hell is this?”
I say W-X
Dig in
Best to listen to it in its entirety
A vast 20 course experience served on twin platters
A carnival
A far cry from White Fence and yet still the scent lingers on the fingers
He told me I would hate this repeatedly and I replied that it is my favorite masterpiece of his (of which there are many)
This record looks through to the matrix of Tim’s songsmith genius, don’t forget to blink
For fans of early Soft Machine, The Fall, The Tronics , general clutter, disarray and Faust
Poem by John Dwyer
W-X
W-X
(Castle Face)
Street Date: Nov. 6, 2015
Pre-Order via Midheaven
Track List:
01 Intro
02 The Lurk
03 Steer Clear
04 Running From The Dogs
05 Copping In The Afternoon
06 If Someone Hears That
07 Restless Leg
08 Extortion
09 Dancing Lips
10 Brazilian Worm Band
11 Moment
12 Two Peaceful Death Birds
13 Clean It Glen
14 Desert Temple Players
15 Trap Deal Part 1
16 Trap Part 2
17 Trap Part 3
18 Sacri-Face
19 The Saddest Lyrics I Have Ever Written
20 Hermit Stomp (Simple Times)
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