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Fis has previously dabbled in weird drum’n’bass, but here, on his debut full-length The Blue Quicksand Is Going Now, he drops out a lot of the rhythm to leave us with hazy electronic soundscapes chattering around the sonic field. Great new stuff from New Zealand, released on the Loopy label.

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The Blue Quicksand is Going Now by FIS
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9/10 Laurie Staff review, 10 July 2015

This is a review of an album called the Blue Quicksand is going now. I don’t know what that means, maybe because I only got up an hour ago and can’t think straight. It must be verbal music to your alert ears/eyes, and actual music to your ears. Out on the new, anonymous Loopy imprint.

FIS is a man from New Zealand who is apparently emerging as an artist, but this sounds like he emerged long ago from the electronica jungle, face all painted up and a crazed, fierce look in his eyes. This album is dense. It’s a semi-comprehensible weaving of noise, obscured melody, and shimmering and crumbling textures. There isn’t much in the way of strong rhythm, so the DnB canoodling that has occupied him this decade thus far has been scaled back in favour of the power ambient sound, intensely detailed and designed.

Robin wanted me to write a concept review involving a screenplay with the Norman Towers crew as the cast, but I think it’d just be too surreal considering the music here. Phil walks into the stock room, only to find Ian melting into a puddle. Powerless to stop him, he cries for help, but his words turn to marbles which roll their way underneath Laurie’s feet, breaking him into thousands of grainy pieces which Robin pours milk on to eat as cereal. He chuckles jovially as the pieces of his workmates intermingle around him. Great record.




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