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one eye on the dancefloor



syclops - the fly (mp3)

maurice fulton is bonkers. i know this not from just having listened to so much of his music, but i've also met his wife and i'm sure that home is a very bizarre place to be, where people wear hats on their feet and hamburgers eat people. maurice's second release for the super-hip tirk records continues in the same vein as the first, namely wigged-out acid-squelching fucked-up-ness in the largest possible sense. it's pretty much the sort of music that only a true genius of the medium can produce, and what i think matthew herbert could be making if he took his head out of his arse for five minutes, had a few drugs and maybe a big mac.

the fly is out now, pick it up at the usual suspects. for more maurice check out the previous syclops release "mom, the video broke", "down in the dungeon", or my personal fave "let's get sick" by mu (maurice's missus), which sounds like an 808 machine getting into a ruck and falling down three flights of steel stairs.