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Albums • The Adventures of Al Babaloo Along the Sonic Highway (99 min) • the islets of langerhans (55 min) NEW RELEASE 2008 • sonicosmotic 1 (61 min) NEW RELEASE 2008 Singles |
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The
Adventures of Al Babaloo Along the Sonic Highway
(an online opus)
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Having
recently engaged JD in a battle of wills, Al Babaloo staggered
along the road to now in search of his 'masterpiece'...As he passed a rather stout yet limber rodent
collecting acid rain from the shoes of dead hippies he noticed a door
near his left elbow, above which a pink neon sign glared: |
| sonic narcotics
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For several days Al Babaloo had locked himself away in his studio The Den of Iniquity, the only indication as to his continued existence being the wisps of aural incense wafting down from the studio hatch. As he emerged twitching like a luminous cod he was heard to mutter, "sonic narcotics, dude!" before handing us another aural excursion through uncharted sonic landscapes.
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circles
of strangers
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Opus #3 in the Sonic Narcotics series This material has been prodcued specifically for headphone listening A 55 minute excursion into the sonified mind of Babaloo as he journeys through an aural dreamscape - presented here in 8 parts...
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Day 83 - atop my rock of solitude here in the islets of langerhans, at a serious distance from the majority, the lingering effects of many a consecqutive night of auralised indulgencies invaidng my head, sucking on my thoughts like n intoxicaated leach. Inspirationss are slithring esily through my sonificaatd cortex. mutatifying sounds emerhgingg rapdly az I fnd myslf sliedng into sanotherv bout ovv sereous ssonic naarcosiissss ...attemmmting ,.. to captuer it all. .. on mye auralisre ... wow!.. here we go .. . .. |
| Featuring the first live recording of Al Babaloo's Sonicosmotic Orchestra Inlcudes the bonus track
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...whilst merged with the nebula I was accosted by the zeitgeist who slipped me its secret blueprints, several constructive fumblings later I had concocted an awkward meta-instrument (the sonicosmotic orchestra ) that when enablised, ejaculated rancid sonus which smelled of hot capacitors. Unperturbed by the 'bleu' smoke that rose in enticing wisps from the rear of my devices, I pushed on with my improvisation until a twitching located around the neck of my tweed socks indicated that I should cease. When what was left of my senses returned, I digitised the results of my experimentation for posterity... |
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Miscellaneous aural oddities and other sonic experimentations
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