Benedict Drew

The debut LP of this collaborator with Rhodri Davies and Chris Watson, evoking the knockabout, visionary, English humour of Jeff Keen and Bruce Lacy, spiked here with massive, steaming dollops of contemporary political outrage and disgust.
'Sounds are slurpy, runny, fizzy, spongy, hard as rock,' says the label, 'recalling long improvisational sets, floor-sucking dubwise psychedelia, plunderphonics and tight GRM-era electronic sound design.'
Released to coincide with BD's summer-long exhibition at the Whitechapel Gallery in east London, nodding to everyone from Busby Berkeley to Max Ernst.
Beautifully sleeved, with a double-sided A3 risograph poster.

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