Vol.1
Sounds recorded from September 2002 to April 2003.
Greed Mobile Studio.
All tracks improvised and hardly reworked in the countryside.
Moonman: acoustic and electric guitars + manipulation of diverse live samples and other organic sound sources + FX + vox.
Engineered by the man himself.
Total running time : 34'22''.
Illustrations and statements from the GRCL design and political files.
opus 1 - industrious people may give that impression (3' 04)
opus 2 - when the bunches of grapes are ripe, they are gathered (5' 06)
opus 3 - square wave vox (5' 29)
opus 4 - this may lead to inaccurate statements (7' 13)
opus 5 - if you don't feel like sleeping, let's dance salsa (3'45)
opus 6 - bulles sur l'horizon difforme (2'40)
opus 7 - sick robot jazz (1'42)
opus 8 - constructions souterraines avec têtes chercheuses fragiles (5'19)
1. opus 1 - industrious people may give that impression (3' 04)
Peace slowly becoming x-static hell.
A doll princess staring at a deadly crocodile.
2. opus 2 - when the bunches of grapes are ripe, they are gathered (5' 06)
Layers of textures like bunches of grapes.
Or a James Dean-like motherfucker with a yellow shirt.
Old-fashioned.
3. opus 3 - square wave vox (5' 29)
A little man trying to talk but not quite succeeding, then getting angry!
We try to confine him in the cupboard with a star.
But it's medieval.
4. opus 4 - this may lead to inaccurate statements (7' 13)
The outcome might prove positive or negative but we haven't decided yet.
Backward and forward.
Decisions, decisions to make.
5. opus 5 - if you don't feel like sleeping, let's dance salsa (3'45)
She was all drunk and could not remember what eventually happened.
But we all know since we were in the same room. Ha Ha!
6. opus 6 - bulles sur l'horizon difforme (2'40)
Looking through the windshield and it's blurry, but comfortable.
No need to worry, it's all being taken care of.
Shut up now.
7. opus 7 - sick robot jazz (1'42)
It's a robot and he's playing a sick jazz beat. With a headache.
8. opus 8 - constructions souterraines avec têtes chercheuses fragiles (5'19)
In a grotto, with no light. We can hardly see anything. We're scared but there's noone here to save us.
