CD Hugo Race Dishee

Hugo Race - Dishee

wytwórnia: Gusstaff, 2021

nośnik: CD, format: CD, ilość nośników: 1

digipack

nr kat.: GRAM2109

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https://youtu.be/aFb-0hvbWi0

Produced composed played by Hugo Race

Gongs on ‘Akaal’ played by Virginia Alexander

Recorded at Helixed and Sadhana Studios, Melbourne

Published worldwide by Peermusic

Sleeve art by Josh Lord

1. So Hung 7:33

2. iAmUr 5:41

3. FOA 3:58

4. Akaal 15:19

5. Blue Pearl 9:00

Wersja winylowa: druga edycja, (un)limited na czarnym winylu 140g z downloadcodem, wycinana przez Wujka Gusstaffa na jego magicznej maszynce w Studiu im. Witolda Gombrowicza w Zielonej Górze.

Powiedzieć, że Hugo Race jest artystą niespotykanie płodnym, to banał, ale faktem jest, że niemal co roku zaskakuje swych fanów nowymi płytami, nie tylko z True Spirit czy Fatalists ale także w innych konfiguracjach personalnych, czy wręcz płytami solowymi. Jesienią 2020 ukazała się w Gusstaff Rec. płyta "Star Birth / Star Death" nagrana przez Hugo Race and The True Spirit, tymczasem już w czerwcu fani dostaną jeszcze nowszy materiał.

Płyta "Dishee" została nagrana niemal w 100% tylko przez Hugo, z gitarą, elektroniką i bardzo oszczędnie dozowanym głosem. 5 długich ambientowo-bluesowych utworów, jak sam Hugo pisze "inspired by and perfect for time tripping and astral travel".

Cóż to jest to Dishee? Słowo pochodzi ze starożytnego sanskrytu i oznacza egzorcyzmy na demonach. Wiąże się to z osobistą traumą Hugo, o której więcej możecie poczytać w przygotowanym przez niego angielskim tekście poniżej.

Dishee… what the fuq is a dishee you might ask?

It’s a made-up word derived from ancient Sanskrit that can exorcise demons.

The Melbourne winter of 2020 was a reality shift and my reality unfortunately shifted with it. For decades my life had been a continuum of reckless roadtrips, missed trains, packed intercontinental 747’s, dispassionate, haunted hotel rooms and maverick promoters. For years, I never stayed anywhere for more than a few months. I was searching for something to distract myself.

And then I became truly distracted…

March 2020 challenged me to implode inwards instead of exploring outwards. I studied ancient spiritual techniques and locked myself away to brood, meditate and smoke – anything to ease the crushing ache of lockdown and the 20-cent coin I now danced upon. I missed my old life. Everybody did.

I examined new tools, meditational yoga and mantras, learning how to breath in the ancient Sufi ways. Mantras and breathing techniques seemed acutely relevant in a flu epidemic. I became fascinated again by music, words, the magic of repetition.

I was skeptical that meditation, chanting and searching within could produce a record. But then my son went missing and my heart went missing with him. He’d been taken over by a demon. This record, Dishee, is the exorcism of that demon from both of us.

I recorded at night when quiet reigned and I was ready to channel meditational music that I knew had to be not only transcendent but slightly fuqed as well. I thought about what I was doing as a mushroom radar dish, it’s red fairytale cap pointing down at the earth, its inverted ribbed cup pointing up to receive messages from the wheeling stars and planets in space. But the signals were bleak.

I bought a new guitar from Demonic Dishee town. The guitar was made in Japan the same year I was born and like many haunted vintage guitars contained unheard-of music waiting for the right fingers to set it free. I studied ancient spiritual techniques and locked myself away to brood, meditate and smoke – anything to ease the crushing ache of lockdown and the 20 cent coin I now danced upon.

I practiced snap freezing and distorting guitar sounds then started using the same treatments on my voice, paralyzing words mid-sentence. I inserted swathes of liquid ink into every irreverent guitar slide and vocal harmony, searching for a new sound rich with sonic grit and wild unpredictability.

And then something incredible happened. During my nightly night terrors where I was looking for my missing son and he was looking for me, my Dishee murdered that child-snatching demon at a distance of forty paces with a millennium-old mantra and the practice of detachment. This record is the soundtrack of an exorcism.

Prosimy o wybranie sposobu zapłaty i wysyłki - dopiero wtedy zamówiona płyta zostanie zarezerwowana (niektóre rarytasy mamy w niewielkich ilościach lub nawet jedną, ostatnią sztukę i bez wybrania sposobu zapłaty/wysyłki płyta będzie nadal dostępna i może zostać zamówiona przez innego chętnego).