Mick Harris & Ambre ‎– Dys

Hushush ‎– HSH 05
Threesome – Part Three
CD, Album


1 Ome 10:30
2 Blaste 9:34
3 Algie 8:20
4 Lithe 14:54
5 Phane 4:52

Companies, etc.



This is part three of the 'Threesome' series - a three-part collaboration between Ambre, Mark Spybey and Mick Harris.

Created in 2000/2001.
Recorded in The Box 4.
Mastered at Metarc.

Barcode and Other Identifiers

  • Barcode (Text): 6 20675 13730 8
  • Barcode (String): 620675137308
  • Matrix / Runout (Mirrored): HSH05 MAGRA MULTIMEDIA #10908Y08
  • Mastering SID Code (Mirrored): L387
  • Mould SID Code (Mirrored): IFPI 6000



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May 12, 2012
For Mr. HARRIS, this is a far cry from the Thrashing days of NAPALM DEATH. Yet you somehow feel that this new departure is perhaps even more fulfilling than any of his jaunts into the realms of SCORN or LULL. For this is an exploration of electronic music in it's purest form, where structure is a secondary concern and any controlling factor like keyboard or computer is anathema. Take VARESE's "Poeme Electronique" as a leaping-off point and delve into the fertile pools of possibility previously charted by the likes of TONART, SIX & MORE and their ilk. Perhaps MICK's ongoing war with everyday electrical objects has led him into this realm where eviscerating machines to find the soul of the sound within results in some amazing sounds.

As for AMBRE, I cannot say as this is my first exposure to them. I know of two members and their work, but little more.

This is a strange region - where electronic music is reduced to fragments which fall upon the ear in random event. If you tried to paint what you can hear it would be KANDINSKY or KLEE, or maybe a totally alien landscape where machines and life-forms are twisted beyond the comprehension of normal human perception; where bizarre structures and hostile landscapes twist inside the brain. This is a journey through hyperspace, where unimaginable shapes drift and clutter.

The BBC recently filmed a series which focussed for a while upon the creatures which dwell in the deepest parts of the oceans. This soundtrack would suit them and their environment - where gellid creatures sparkle with lights, illuminating their viscera; where creatures which would send GIGER's 'Alien' scurrying and whimpering for cover, drift along, all razor teeth and spines; where balls of fibrillating cilia peer into the gloom through huge black eyes; where unfeasably huge mouths would taper down and eventually culminate in thin, whip-like tails.

These people create strange and wonderous landscapes, halfway to madness; halfway to the outer realms of imagination. It's a place I rather like to explore, although I don't imagine many people would dive far beyond the shallows.

Perhaps the strangest thing about this style of music is the silence in between. It seems so much cleaner, and often darker than your every day lack of sound - it somehow amplifies and exaggerates the structures between.

And always it promises stranger things to come.

Someone once said in a review that perhaps this is the audio image for the secret life of a broken TV set (okay, so that's a dodgy quote). Perhaps they were right, but what a varied and interesting 'secret life' the circuitry must have.

Originally reviewed for Metamorphic Journeyman.