Here I sit in a nest of cables and keyboards. Surrounded by drum machines old and new, pitchshifters deep and low, humming Moogs and pre-amps and twitching VU meters, I’m trying to produce a fitting audio accompaniment to this psychedelic Shackleton-esque spectacle. Bubbling analogue synths and whining oscillators orchestrate the days and nights and the faint sparkle of flashing lights from the plethora of electronic equipment are my only friends…
…unless you include the etherial companions that are the spirits of Joe Meek and Delia Derbyshire? Two of the finest undead UK exponents of radiophonic exploration and otherworldly echo.
The three of us are working hard to supply the fitting audio for this journey. My omnipresent assistants and I need support from you, so don’t forget about us, locked away with our cauldron of sound and experimentation.
Check up on us, but don’t come in.
It smells a bit in here.