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The myth goes, [B]Lawrence[/B] wrote this clutch of electronic songs in two months, while living in an isolated shack in North Wales...
The myth goes, Lawrence wrote this clutch of electronic songs in two months, while living in an isolated shack in North Wales. And indeed, they bring with them the sound of an encroaching [I]Lord Of The Flies[/I]-esque madness, billowing into life as embryonic ambient noodles and then slowly corrupting and reshaping into juddering tribal techno beasts.
If there's any comparison at all, it's to the chaotic electronica of Aphex Twin, but instead of tearing up the rulebook, Lawrence prefers to concoct his own grim, bewitching little fairy tales that twist, turn, coil themselves into tight loops, and eventually swallow themselves whole.
In a brief lull between songs, when the crowd of rapt onlookers break into applause, John Lawrence breaks his stony countenance and betrays the faintest glimmer of a smile. Justifiable pride, or some unhinged private joke? Only the Infinity Chimp can say for sure.
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