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Lost Tribe Sound is a great little label of passionate musos who genuinely love all of the music they put out. Light Through Open Blinds, the latest LP from Lincolnshire’s Spheruleus (Harry Towell), is an easy record to get behind - you can see why the people at LTS went for this thing. This is quixotic, charming and folksy electronica that’ll have you thinking of Animal Collective’s Sung Tongs.

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Light Through Open Blinds by Spheruleus
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8/10 Will 24 July 2019

When I move house, I'm too concerned with that weird smell near the washing machine or whether a Morrison's is nearby to achieve anything extra-curricular. However, Spheruleus, the alias of Harry Towell, was able to write, record, and produce an entire album based around the sounds of his new house after he and his wife became homeowners in September 2016. The album is called 'Lights Through Open Blinds', a name that adequately represents the hazy, domestic environments that this album relays. There are floorboard creaks, windchimes, water poured on the ground, as well as more 'conventional' instruments like an old, out of tune piano in the local pub. 

As you will expect, 'Light Through Open Blinds' is a very intimate album. It sounds domestic, as well as strange and otherworldly. Spheruleus can achieve a strange transformation of an object, a floorboard can be both floorboard and floor tom, but something not quite floorboard and not quite floor tom. Once it's taken outside of its initial purpose the object becomes something other, it becomes something entirely itself. 

There's a real melancholy pervading the album, though I'm not sure why. Perhaps it's not melancholy but wistfulness, there's definitely something uncertain here. You can hear birds, as well as the portentous sound of a police siren. There are distant shouts but it's impossible to make out whether they are born of joy or distress. At a time of birth (the new house and the faint sounds of a baby), it's interesting to hear the album also interacting with old things, like the creaky floorboard, an abandoned eighteen-gallon container, and the guitar Spheruleus' father gave to him. 

I'm not sure what is more amazing, the fact much of this album was created by household objects or that an experimental musician was able to become a homeowner in this day and age. What I know for sure is that this is a considered and careful work, full of beauty and oddity.



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