Photo by Rhonda Nicholl
Welcome to the weird and wonderful world of Paul M. Dark and atmospheric, Pauls productions are built around infectious, rolling basslines, sparse driving percussion, and a full spectrum of bleeps, boinks and delays to keep even the most steadfast mind unsettled and alert.
HPD:002 ‘Whos that Boy? EP’
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Download Link: Whos That Boy EP
This is what the EP sounds like: Horse Play Pt2
The noise that came out of the Rhonda Fishes mouth was unlike anything the crowd had ever heard before. It was a contradiction in sound. It was both speach and noise at the same time, both deep pitched and high at the same time, soft and harsh, gentle and firm, quiet and loud. It was a beautiful sound in its own unique way.
The Rhonda Fish explained that strange times were just around the corner. That pretty soon the trees would begin to float, and the rain would pour upwards from the ground. The air would get trapped in little plastic pockets, turned into bubble wrap and the ground would be only two and a half weeks old. All this was conveyed in her own beautifully contradicted, and utterly inimitable style.
The crowd didn’t know quite what to make of this, but before they could give it too much thought, they were interrupted by the voice of a small child. He had missed the arrival of the stranger in town but had been drawn gently in by the tangible electricity in the Rhonda Fish’s voice, like gravity passing slowly through the dimensions of his being.
The voice of the child sung the most peaceful melody in the most pure of tones. At the same time the Rhonda Fish began to emit a bright light again, as though she was triggered by some deep connection between her and the boy. The light seemed to hover in the air around the crowd, with a texture to it that they could almost reach out and touch. Slowly this texture began to take shape into something more perceptible, forming what looked like stationary raindrops of light. Then, suddenly, the drops stretched up high into the sky, piercing into a cloud overhead. The cloud appeared to part slightly where it had been struck by the columns of light, and through the breaks the crowd below could just make out the outlines of people moving about. They just stood there, gazing up into the sky, unable to articulate the beauty they were witnessing and the peace they felt, overwhelmed by what was happening. As if a record slowing to a standstill on an old turntable, everything just stopped and time stood still, people were suspended in mid air, frozen to the spot as the earth dropped away from them. The music from the boy had paused on one long held note which began to rise in tone as the earth disappeared from site beneath them. The gaps in the clouds were getting ever closer, and as the pitch of the voice rose, the size of the gaps increased. In what felt like a matter of seconds, though was in actual fact an unmeasurable period of stopped time, the crowd had reached level with the cloud and had risen through the gaps. Then, with what felt like the old turntable starting up slowly again, things came gradually back into focus. The boy stopped singing, and the Rhonda Fish smiled, they had arrived..
Tune in to our next release to get the next instalment :)