Contact with Crank

A compendium of scrapings harkening back to our 2o24 barn cassettery - merging with a whole buncha clatter-bonk, locational de rigueur field de-cording, and the latest harvests - including a backgrounded crow or two as standard bread crumbles.

Me an' Hal McGee have been trading audio daily life reports for several years. This recording, circa autumn 2o24, is an answer to one of Hal's many Q&A cassettes. It was originally streamed on our SoundCloud.

Enjoy!

We trekked to Napoli in December 2o25 to do a show and have a few recording sessions with our old friend, Olivier. The recordings you hear are a collection of sounds - unedited and made on the fly using our shirt pocket sized digital dictaphone. While it's true that a lot of cities can kinda "sound the same" with their traffic, sirens, and so forth, we were drawn to the sounds of the bustling waterfront; contact miking stuff we found during our walks, including plenty of muttering and laughing and pause button nonsense along the way. 

Part found tape, part work tape, and part direct tape addressing a friend. This one emerged upon receiving a lovely box of mail art from fellow inscrutablist, Cody Brant - which arrived earlier this year to the CatBox studios. The sounds are a haphazard attempt at responding to our pal, featuring samples of stuff we're working on, clunky overdubs, plenty of old smooches and oxide smudges, oh, and the computer lady.

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