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Apparently this beauty is by all accounts sold out at source though word has it that there are strictly limited quantities still in circulation via Cargo and Normans. Impressively packaged as are all the Important releases that we’ve so far been fortunate enough to nab as our own, this one comes housed in a heavy duty thick card letter pressed sleeve with inserts and hand numbered in an edition of 400 only vinyl copies (ours is #362 - note takers). Sadly we haven’t got any information as to who and where Deceh are / are located other than the fact they appear to be a quartet. Two tracks feature within this debut full length - described succinctly by the label as like imagining the ‘taking of three notes from Terry Riley and stretching them out into pulsating 20 minute sublime pieces‘ - to be honest we‘d be hard pressed to describe it otherwise. Recorded by way of the positioning of a centred room microphone with each of the players set around it within equal distance forming a perfect square, Deceh proceed to deliver a brace of dronal suites comprised of the teasingly slow progressive union of analogue synthesisers and vintage ethnic instruments, the effect is one of the hypnotic and the transcendental, as the label rightly reflects its more a study of patiently controlled discipline that pretty much utilizes to great effect Moondog’s celebrated counterpoint technique that being the slow natural movement and progressive development of the sound by way of subtle shift in tonalities, its something that Deceh appear to have mastered admirably on this brace of elongated and untitled whirring montages, a finite magnification of a split second moment its inward micro verse revealed, this set is certainly one best enjoyed in the intimacy of a quietly reflective moment preferably with the head phones donned that way their chilled monotonous states and decidedly bliss drenched demeanour can be savoured to maximum effect with each side of the set exploring both light and dark mediums with Side A in particular opting for something of 25 minute odyssey into looping shimmer toned fog bound mirages serviced by glassy opine corteges with the flip B side assuming a more robust and flat lined persona blending silvery pulsing hums with intoxicating Himalayan psychotropics and primitive Australasian motifs, very much head expanding stuff. www.importantrecords.com
MARK BARTON
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