Coil

Reaped from the sessions that became Coil’s 1999 calling card, its sibling piece emerged one year later to explore further folds and aspects of the same physical studio space that begat the duo’s noumenal projections. Produced at their palatial seaside estate in Weston-Super-Mare - a sleepy retirement town where they must have stuck out like alien ambassadors - the results get more intimately acquainted with the fleshly and plasmic spaces first unveiled by ‘Musick To Play In The Dark’; taking a more languorous look inside/outside themselves under the glowing auspices of what Jhonn Balance termed “moon music” - a perfectly poetic summation of their late period style of melting parlour musick designed to soundtrack the partners’ notorious narcotic escapades.

Like its precedent, the album simply exists in a skin and league of its own, with Sleazy & Jhonn placing their exploratory studio tekkerz at the service of slippery songs that have patently endured due to the quality of their spell casting, carrying their legacy to soothe, bamboozle and perplex future generations. Embracing stellar kosmische as much as Italian renaissance chamber composition and the peculiar electronic glitches that emanated from their organismic studio, the duo took their role as psychopomps seriously and most playfully, bridging the depths of their imaginations and ours with an effect that only seeps deeper with every return to the album’s hallucinatory sensuality.