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Reissue CDs Weekly: Close to the Noise Floor

Reissue CDs Weekly: Close to the Noise Floor

Thrilling celebration of the UK’s early indie-synth mavericks

Renaldo and the Loaf: amongst the 61 stars of 'Close to the Noise Floor' who were not concerned with commerciality

The immediate reaction to Close to the Noise Floor is “Why hasn’t anyone done this before?” This new four-disc set’s subtitle captures its objective in a nutshell: to collect Formative UK Electronica 1975–1984 – excursions in proto-synth pop, DIY techno and ambient exploration.

While the stars include Blancmange, John Foxx, Throbbing Gristle and the big cult names Bourbonese Qualk, Legendary Pink Dots and Instant Automatons feature, the less well-knowns Sea of Wires, We be Echo and Muslimgauze are also collected.

Close to the Noise Floor sets the moody electropop of Spöön Fazer’s previously unissued “Back to the Beginning” (1982) off against 100% Manmade Fibre’s fractured “Green for go” (also 1982). Adrian Smith’s fantastic “Joe Goes to New York” (1981) is an apocalyptic, powerful soundscape which would have not been out of place soundtracking Blade Runner. In the liner notes, Smith says it was recorded direct to cassette in one take with the background drone provided by a Coke can sat upon the keyboard of a WASP synthesiser.  

Close To The Noise FloorOver its 61 tracks, Close to the Noise Floor takes a unique overview of a particular strand of British music. Some contributors like Blancmange and Orchestral Manouevres in the Dark, to varying degrees, normalised and broke into the mainstream. Others, such as Five Times of Dust, swiftly disappeared off most maps. There have been reissues of some of the more obscure names (mainly by non-UK labels), but such an overview has been lacking.The only previous corollary is the American multi-volume Messthetics series of CD comps which dealt with the whole of the British DIY scene rather than a single stylistic strand.

Reasons for the lack were, in part, that taking on the task has been difficult due to the sheer effort in tracking down, say, Third Door From the Left, and then deciding what, by them or anyone else, is representative. Then, there is the problem of getting to grips with what was actually originally issued. "Issued" may not be the right word: at least half of those on Close to the Noise Floor recorded on and circulated their music on cassette by post. They lived in and subscribed to a dedicated DIY world in which it did not matter how many people heard what had been recorded. One of the issues has been cleverly sidestepped by letting the artists choose what they wanted to be included, and also giving them the chance to write their own commentary on their track.

Once the mind-boggling logistics have been acknowledged, it’s apparent that Close to the Noise Floor is no DIY release. Smart case-binding houses a 48-page book and the four discs, each in a bound-in slipcase. Clarity is further brought to what could be murky with a crisp design aesthetic in total sympathy with content and the era covered. This is an artefact. It is also a belated and neccesary corrective to such gee-whiz, golly-gosh archive romps as the BBC's fatuous 2009 Synth Britannia programme.

Most crucially, Close to the Noise Floor celebrates the music and the maverick spirits who made it. Synthesisers were becoming cheaper, as was home-recording equipment. Drum machines were more flexible. Electronic equipment could be bought mail order and assembled at home. The size of electronic instruments was shrinking and portability became an option not previously open. Bedroom recording was possible as was live performance. Commerciality was not a concern, though coverage of what was leaking out came from the weekly music paper Sounds and fanzines. And, as old-manish as stressing this is, these recordings were made before laptops and digital recording the creative effort was palpable, possibly why some of it is so extreme. No one could stand lamely on stage doing nothing behind a laptop. The process of creation required very active engagement. This is not meant to be luddite, but to emphasise that any current similar-sounding music is not relevant to setting a context. 

Close To The Noise Floo Blah Blah BlahAlthough this music chose to settle at the margins, the weirdest aspect of spending 255 minutes with these 61 wilful sonic adventurers is just how listenable they all are. This despite themselves. While there is nothing which could be defined as dance music per se and there are excursions into the abstract, rhythm is an recurrent obsession. Bludgeoning, grinding, mechanised rhythm. Throbbing Gristle’s “What a Day” runs with this to result in an aural equivalent of having a wheel run repeatedly over the head. The deeply threatening “In the Army”, by Blah Blah Blah (pictured left in live performance), uses blooping synth as its rhythmic pulse.

Much of the goal was to jolt potential listeners as much as possible, an aim in keeping the bleak moods and air of disatisfaction with the times running through the four discs. Cultural Amnesia have their “Materialistic Man”, John Foxx wishes for “A New Kind of Man” while Alan Burnham has a yen for “Music to Save The World by”.

With a track apiece from those collected, Close to the Noise Floor inevitably provides a taster. Renaldo and the Loaf, for example, made at least four cassette albums and three vinyl albums (plus one in collaboration with America’s The Residents). Some absences seem mysterious. Cabaret Voltaire do not appear, as don’t The Normal, Robert Rental and the very early Soft Cell. Track-by-track numbering in the book would have been good to help find the text on each cut. But these quibbles are small beer. The hugely important and utterly delightful Close to the Noise Floor is in prime position to become the reissue of the year.

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