Exciting new outing from key Todmorden scene-mover Sophie Cooper, usually known for her experimentally-tinged guitar songwriting. On Count The Days though, she brings out her trombone, for a looped-up droney memory-scape that fills the length of a 3” CDr with wonderful power. Just 70 copies, each with hand-printed artwork on Rural Colours.
Limited 3" CDr on Rural Colours in hand-printed artwork. Edition of 70 copies.
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My introduction to Sophie Cooper was a slightly hungover trip down to a big church in Leeds where, upon entering, we were encased in a singular wall of texture conjured by her trombone and the viola of Core of the Coalman. This was an event called ‘10 hours of drone’, and while Robin & I missed a couple of the first hours, we remained for many more after our respective groups of friends siphoned off home to be in a quiet, close environment.
Now, she’s on one of those delightful card-packaged mini CDs made by the folks at Rural Colours, who recently did an excellent 12” from the Declining Winter and Isnaj Dui. Shoutout. What begins as a sombre, single chord, starts to pulse with the interaction of new notes to the drone, taking on a tranquil character before Cooper’s voice drifts in like the ghost of a folk song. ‘Through the Hope Valley’ starts exactly as this one left off minus the voice, but with a stronger main trombone line cutting through with a little extra brightness, almost trumpet-like. ‘You’ve got to practice the scales again, over and over’ says a voice, grandad Cooper apparently, so granddaughter Cooper carries on playing sustained chords. Those’ll do. Her muted voice is amazingly fragile underneath the shimmering trombone layers; these are truly otherworldly drone songs indeed.
*Promotional opportunity: If this treat isn’t enough, Norman Records are hosting a gig at the Fuse Art Space in Bradford on the 2nd Sept, where Cooper and someone called ‘Dundas’ (who??) are supporting grand doomers Mohammad. What a treat.*
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