I first came across this piece of music when I was living in South London in the early 2000s. I remember getting hold of a copy of it online, downloading it over the unsecured wifi from my neighbour above. My daughter had recently been born, meaning I seemed to spend a lot of time awake at odd hours, sleep deprived, living in a half-conscious state. Of all the music I listened to at the time, this piece stays with me for its commonplace surrealism. People given the opportunity t make sense of their deepest fears. The lost accents, the commonplace strangeness, dead air fuzzing at the edges of the loop.
Published by Daniel Bennett
I'm a writer and poet. My first novel, All the Dogs, appeared in 2008, and was described by Niall Griffiths as 'a stirring debut, a compellingly written tract on the importance of finding a place on the earth.' My fiction has appeared in London Noir, Crimewave, Black Static and 3AM. I live in London, where, amongst other things, I teach Creative Writing for the Open University. https://absenceclub.com View all posts by Daniel Bennett