The fourth release on Mr Williams and Mr Balcombes label (this being the third audio release). Lets dip into the QY world once again.....

"Powys Quoits" begins with a melodic dreamlike crinkle and is then pounced on by a springy crunch beat with glowing red eyes and a mouth that is dripping pixilated saliva. Scuffing beats and slices of autumn drop from the sky like feathers whilst sparkling spheres coated in glitter and tiny batteries pulse themselves into oblivion in a never ending cycle of new and old technology.
"Miniature cockroach cab" sends out a stream of reclaimed audio directly into your path, and tops it all off with a speed beat of junctions and power pill ejections. This is one that the robots can’t even robot along to, its flick crazy and full of tessellating tiles of colour and light which just love to display hidden messages. Mad stuff.

"Carrageenan" releases more mumbles of society into your mind, and unleashes the graphic engine in your mind to visualize what you are hearing. It’s not long until a chalky beat is released and accompanied by another melodic message which reminds you of something which you can never remember. Clinky, beepy and thud perfect track. "Clos pen Glin2" grinds it from the start with the thickest cloudwall crunch explosion beat allowed on the earth. A spooky but charming melody cuts itself out of the darkness and skips around like a drunken sparkler on bonfire night, as vocal pulses hand in hand with laser strikes dropping perfectly shaped pebbles of imagination directly into your square glass of orange juice. Stunning track, I love it.

"The wash pool" drops a booming plod beat that bounces right off the back of your skull and jettisons out of the corners of your eyes like tiny parallax fountains. Crystal clear droplets of perfectly smooth compression drop from up high and dissapear into the dark marble like floor below, leaving remnant like shards of creation littering the floor. Thudcoolness.

"Bob bringhams gold chariot" is here and ready to race. Massive structural chords fold into themselves as the track begins and begin to create beautiful intricate patterns in the green daylight. Hovering in the sky, this fresh construction gathers sounds and messages which pass through the galaxy, as they settle and gather in small indentations on the surface. These pools of intelligence then slowly drip from up high down to the gathering robot hoards below. This one drops you squarely on the surface of Mars with a biro and a sketchpad and let your mind take off.

Quinoline Yellow has a sound completely to himself; it's a sound of exploration, playful imagination and expanding technology all melded into one. 'Colour Index 47005' continues the QY mission and again drops us into a colourful and bulbous world where audio is melted and distorted into perfectly sized parcels for us all to consume, its lunchtime, and imp always hungry.

More excellent by Quinoline, it’s all good.

Sam