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in the afternoon

by human heads

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  • This edition of In the Afternoon by Human Heads comprises the audio files and a vial of scent. The scent was mixed with the help of Clara Weale at the Library of Olfactive Material, Glasgow.

    PLEASE NOTE: Due to postal restrictions we cannot guarantee that international orders will make it (the vials do look a bit suspicious!) - please check you're okay with this risk before ordering.

    They reverberate,
    they also absorb dregs
    that came from our teenage diversions
    Cold and stony, the rubbery shadow
    Brought to life
    With a whiff of a dank man-made hole
    And now a brightness
    Feels higher and more determined
    Fuller now, gathering to block out extraneous letters, sights
    My own fingers trawling and trailing
    lips overstretched
    Rid the flavours from the mouth
    A narrative fading - good
    Metallic churning // reaching out,
    receding again and overlaid with a negative etching
    Trying
    A breathing cog
    Not circular but returning
    // familiar but not mine
    a sweet spot between nape, pit, popper, pear //
    Trying
    A breathing cog
    Not circular but returning
    Do it with your eyes closed
    For
    A sweet spot between now, then, the rear of a dream
    Trapped Doppler,
    Metal is cooling, becomes corky
    Lips overstretched, adjective snatched
    Sucked and blown
    To reach equilibrium //
    Thinly domestic now
    A drawn out teeter I can no longer perceive
    But it came from somewhere massive and hard
    A slow shock
    // A pattern cut from a metal sheet
    and now it’s on the move
    lays itself down over spoken undulations
    until they form a new pattern, called a beat //
    received, pressing, driving,
    old and flammable
    sneaked up from within a refrigerated box
    another slow, pleasant shock
    Thickly domestic now as we sink
    Survey the scatter
    Manipulate the joint
    Tiny and early, the echo ate its tail

    -- Rebecca Wilcox

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tea for two 05:41
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rattling 01:19
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PURE PLAZA 05:53
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about

Human Heads are an electro-pop sprechgesang duo from Glasgow.

Human Heads deliver a whopping sensory twofer; a vial of fragrant oil for your proboscis and six doses of throbbing-synth-extrusions and poetry-speak-sung for your inky flappers. On listening, it’s the overall heaviness what mugs me first – narrative and synthetic. ‘You shouldn’t have met’ is a slice of crafty street recording, school kids on the blab rapping on death, that’s soon dive-bombing deeply like Sabbath picked up a couple of Korg SB-100’s rather than them dirty guitars.

As the tracks unspool we follow stories (possibly reflections, possibly prophecies) on the full-body foxtrot and crucifixion. Pixelated piano is preceded by the delighted squeaking of a small child, a train’s rhythmic rattle and Scott Joplin’s entertaining hands. R.D. Laing is in a nostalgic mood so things end with the sort of dry-rot clunk Kanye would have chipped a tooth for on his self-titled Yeezus opus.

And if you are wondering? This is all decidedly, deliciously groovy. This release is both sweet and suspiciously tangy. Think peaches and goat’s cheese. I offer you ‘Pure Plaza’ dear reader...the very real sound of a zeppelin slowly deflating, warm gaseous breath fluttering out of the loose tarpaulin. Overhead, untrustworthy sparks crackle, grey birds fitting in mid-flight. It gets choppy as a rowing boat on the briny - waves of sparkling keyboards a dangerous undertow, moving my feet one way and my hips the other.

‘Diana & Paola’ scoops the heart out of the very idea of a ‘song’. The domestic rattles (a spoon on a cup perhaps) anchor me as the songs recording processes are unpacked, laid out and stripped bare as a freshly delivered foal, slick with gore. In fact all through the proceedings narratives pick up loose ends, make new knots and connections. Ideas leap between tracks. Sounds suggest other sounds, mutate and evolve; beautiful like drizzle, the soft slips kiss my exposed face and neck.

Make no mistake; Human Heads are standing on the edge of mystery-blood and psychiatry mathematics.
Joe Murray (September 2020)

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released March 20, 2021

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