A monthly transmission of displaced rock n roll, exotic punk and early electronics, paying favor to all things primitive and sleazy. LA visual artist Amanda Siegel delves into the international underground, offering a thorough sonic survey of protopunk, hard rock, synthpunk, powerpop, psych, industrial and more.
‘That charming time of year. It starts with a walk through the crunch crunch crunch in the early hours ice to the butchers, a Christmas temp job. Walking past off licenses, fish and chip shops, laundrettes — all closed; it’s an encounter with memories while the gradual disenfranchisement of one idea transforms into the attractive start of another; Orlando; an analysis of the vast chiller and the vast historical warehouse; looking at a painting; docks and the river. A picaresque of chillers. Journeys along lengths and lengths of brittle cold shelving units, buckling under the weight of the boxes they hold in the outskirts of cities, beside motorways, behind shops. A reckoning with the supermarket vis-à-vis ourselves and our quotidian.'
George Leith - Cold Storage - (2020)
‘That charming time of year. It starts with a walk through the crunch crunch crunch in the early hours ice to the butchers, a Christmas temp job. Walking past off licenses, fish and chip shops, laundrettes — all closed; it’s an encounter with memories while the gradual disenfranchisement of one idea transforms into the attractive start of another; Orlando; an analysis of the vast chiller and the vast historical warehouse; looking at a painting; docks and the river. A picaresque of chillers. Journeys along lengths and lengths of brittle cold shelving units, buckling under the weight of the boxes they hold in the outskirts of cities, beside motorways, behind shops. A reckoning with the supermarket vis-à-vis ourselves and our quotidian.'
George Leith - Cold Storage - (2020)