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Prangers’ sound is unprisable, perhaps impossible to uproot from the landscape that spawns it.

On "Gomp", the Rochdale trio forge and graft a kind of sonic semblance of wire, flesh and bracken - a misshapen organism that scuttles across the damp amber of the pennines. Collected from their environment, collages of local field recordings and tape-jammed voices hang over the trio's mill-gamelan of scrap percussion, with the whole thing force-fed back on itself through a neat duality of blunt electronics and sharp sample processing.

Although the form of its language feels human, the rhythm and definition is stretched to a point of almost attractive grotesque: de-elasticated and drubbed into a curiously unrecognisable state by the busted motor speeds and over-voltaged electrics that power it.

Through the electric static of Prangers' transmit, the outline of an awesomely unsettling shape comes into focus.

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Matt says: Seriously inventive music from Rochdale! Industrial gamelan that harnesses the ghosts of the cotton mills and smoggy valleys; scorching their memories onto panel-beaten tape loops and coal-fired rhythms. Check "Burnley Road" for possibly the most hauntingly beautiful piece of prose to ever emanate from the Rossendale valley!

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A. Gomp
A2. DD
B. Burnley Road
B2. Ewan