[PRE-ORDER] Craven Faults "Bounds" LP (US EXCLUSIVE COLOR)

This is a pre-order for the Craven Faults exclusive color available only from Redscroll!
street date: Friday 25 October 2024
file under: Analogue Electronic

Bounds follows Craven Faults’ second full-length album
Standers. Following loosely in the footsteps of 2020’s
Enclosures release, here’s another 37-minute journey
through Northern England via a lifetime obsessing at the
fringes of popular culture. New details and perspectives.
Dusk gathering.

There’s some discussion over where this journey begins.
Certainly, less than twenty miles north-west of the city, but
possibly much closer. Ironic given we’re searching for a
distance marker. A gritstone pillar is the prime candidate
- destroyed by lightning almost 200 years ago, and then
rebuilt a quarter of a mile away. A curiosity. Many a journey
starts here these days, as we take flight and head further
north and west. The tarn was drained in 1940 to protect
critical infrastructure. We leave the sounds of heavy industry
behind us to float weightlessly over the moors.

We pick up pace and hit those levels of repetition
engineered to the highest standards in Düsseldorf and
Köln, 1971. A gift to the world. At this point the altitude
is no longer clear; there’s no sense of scale. We could be
a matter of inches from the ground, but the patterns are
the same. Eventually we arrive at a hillside with no defined
boundaries. The limestone pavement is visible in parts, and
snaps us into focus once again.

It’s a little way east for our next stop, very close to where
the journey began on Standers. Documents from 1651
suggest an arbitrary drawing of boundaries, the distribution
of power and wealth set down in pen and ink and then
passed down through generations. We beat a path around
the perimeter. The divides still exist although the crab apple
tree is long gone. Melodies give way to bent notes and
dissonance.

We take a circuitous trip to Hamburg and Rome for filming
between February 11 and April 23, 1972. A slower pace.
Less structure, but emotive, evolving. The master touch,
indeed. One final job before retiring and living off the land
for the next 373 years.

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