Because we like 100% Silk and 100% Silk like us, we asked them if we could bring you, dear readers, a pair of tracks from forthcoming cassettes and they said, "Yes, of course you can, that sounds great! Would you like to premier "Detroit Heart Strings" by Potions and "Pill Towers" by Pleasure Model?" We said yes, obviously we'd love to, but can we see the sleeves first? 100% duly obliged. Our eyeballs nearly burst. "SEND TRACKS NOW PLEASE THANKS" was the hurried email we sent back as soon as we'd glued our retinas back together.
Just look at that. Look at it. Really look at it. Look at it like you're at an art gallery with a new partner and they've just told you that A Cup of Water and a Rose by Zurbarán is their favourite painting of all time and you're now stood in front of A Cup of Water and a Rose by Zurbarán. That's how hard you need to look at this. It looks like a Pelican book on VHS soft porn slasher movie aesthetics or something. Which is amazing, obviously. Just look at it.
You can listen to it, or a bit of it, right here, too. The 100% Silk crew tell me that the Pushing the Cuboid release was "recorded to a Tascam 4-track and digitally mixed with limited overdubs," which makes sense, but also that, "the album oil-spills an array of fantastical wavelengths." Which makes slightly less sense. We think it sounds like proto-house fed through a James Turrell painting. Which probably doesn't make sense either. Check out "Detroit Heart Strings" below.
Having recovered from that A/V sundae, get yourself ready for another, courtesy of Pleasure Model's Kendo Dynamics.
If the Potions cover was all nebulous slop and bare flesh bathing in moonlit radioactive swimming pools, this one's a little more fuck-me-robots-are-actually-massively-massively-horrifyingly-terrifyingly-absurdly-scary-aren't-they. In a good way. We think.
The music's top notch too: this is arguably the best Bristolian take on underwater giallo/italo we've ever heard, and it sort of makes us want to glide through retrofuturst landscapes late at night in a black Lamborghini, doing all manner of ill-deeds. In a good way. We think.