Originally we were going to put out something every month this year like some relentless punisher subscription series that no-one asked for, but then the virus happened and suddenly had more important things to worry about than making dub tapes of improv sessions. Anyway this came out in February and hereâs my sleevenotes:
"He canât hype his own record, so Iâm going to do it for him. Mr. Saturday (as his students at the seminary call him) has recently completed his second solo opus, as yet untitled, but in my head referred to for now as âIIâ, like a Scott Walker album. I contributed some one note organ and production help to âConcrete Poetryâ, but Iâve had nothing to do with this new record whatsoever, and I honestly think itâs all the better for it. Stretching his patented âhackney primitiveâ style out into freer explorations of six-string wrangle, itâs a purer distillation of his ur-spirit, at certain moments tender, but underpinned by key moments of angular attack. I have a confession to make: at the yearly improv/making-it-up-as-we-go-along recording sessions to stockpile new Mines material, I often look over at his chaotic tangle of too many pedals and think âwhat the fuck are you playing Baron, are you even listening to what else is going on??!??â. But then I get the tapes home and listen back and am almost always shocked to discover heâs somehow pulled off the trick, yet again, of being simultaneously totally off but also right in the pocket of the piece, finding his own transcendental zone to disrupt the rhythm. On a couple of MM tracks Iâve even stripped everything else back and just looped a chunk of his illogical amplifier fry. Very happy to see Independent Woman Records bringing this drone dream into the world, it needs to be out there running wild, like syphilis or a Jandek live CD." - Private Sorrow
