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The Day 1982 Contaminated 1971: what a wonderful, inscrutable name for a record! This is the work of Fossil Aerosol Mining Project, a group who’ve worked with :zoviet*france: in the past, and channel some of the very same strange feelings as that group. This LP, released by The Helen Scarsdale Agency, is a heady collage of vivid fragments: well worth taking the trip.

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The Day 1982 Contaminated 1971 by Fossil Aerosol Mining Project 1 review. Add your own review. 8/10
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8/10 Staff review, 05 November 2015

Fossil Aerosol Mining Project are pals with Newcastle’s ambient top trumps :zoviet*france:, and they’re after a similar scratching of the surface: field recordings crackle and pop, ambience sounds like it’s been dug up from a library archive now staffed by academic ghosts, and a looping, preternatural ambience brings about dusk. Can you imagine if Boards of Canada and the Caretaker were roommates? Brb, I gotta hit up BBC’s broadcasting team real quick.

Titled ‘The Day 1982 Contaiminated 1971’, this record does little to elucidate, offering industrial drones alongside disparate voices stripped of their communicative use. If melodies or pretty sounds enter the record, they do so as memories, rather than the real thing -- they always sound like they’re been played on a museum’s dying gramophone. For the most part, this record rumbles with the drone of real life: recorded footsteps, if you can call them that, and other sounds that take place somewhere but lose all reference point. FAMP occasionally offer blisters of feedback or noise that sound like they've been made, but it feels incidental to the patternless recordings they’ve accumulated.

It’s about the atmosphere, though, and this record is dripping with it: you can get lost in these slight, cavernous sounds the way you might with Strie’s recent contact noises or Nicolas Jaar’s concrete ambient a la ‘Pomegranates’. Maybe it’s just the abandoned viaduct I can see out of our office window talking, but I could get used to this.


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