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The core dymanic of Lazy3 is the interplay with the 3 distinctive voices - drummer Sean Baxter's bogan anarchism, guitarist Dave Brown's fractal electrics and synth-player Philip Brophy's cyborg sexonics. Their triangular sprouting in sound moves between attentive concentration on each other's playing, and Harmodelic-style multiplicity of musical events. The shifts in listening/co-listening/not-listening shapes eahc of the improvized compositions.
At the time of these rehearsals, Sean was listening to death metal and drum & bass; Dave was exploring ways to 'be jazz' while recording/mixing/multi-tracking his own compositions; and Phil attracted to the idea of synthetically electronizing anything that should have been left acoutsic and electric. These three sensibilites fortuitously guided with ease the playing and interaction that forged the pieces on One Large Magnetic Cartridge.
Original catalogue note, threading a fictious line between the song titles:
"Everyone's fucked up, so don't kid yourself. I know how to control my aggression. I got a job doing night shift. My kids have gone, but that was so long ago I'm over it. They're probably doing OK. And if they aren't, it's nobody's fault but their own. Just cos I'm their father don't mean much now. I got my own shit to deal with ....
But like I said last week, I'm not insensitive. I know about beauty. Nice things. Things that can move you .... I've seen Maureen dance topless on this very bar. She was unbelievable. I could tell how soft she was without touching anything. Not a thing.
Problem is those moments are pretty uncommon. My fridge is playing up big time. If that hum doesn't stop soon .... Mike reckons it's bad wiring. He's a plumber. I guess you get to know something about life after unblocking people's toilets.
Fuck. I better go get those tests done at the hospital. They say it always starts with heartburn. You never know.
Those neighbours don't help me none. Fucking uni students. Bike riders. Bet they all think they're fucking geniuses. Told them to stop playing their records so loud. One smart arse says: they're not records - they're CDs. Fuck you, Doogie Howser. I'll plant one large magnetic cartridge right in the middle of your fucking head.
Hey - don't tell anyone this. And if someone asks: I only have CDs ...."
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