{"product_id":"hard-sell","title":"Hard Sell","description":"\u003cp\u003eThe Manchester-born, Brussels-shaped Giulio Erasmus plays with time, space, era, and the words that weave it all together.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAfter two solo records released on Mangel Records and Absolute Fiction (plus a freshly unveiled live album from Meakusma 2024), he now  - joined by the quintet The End of The Worm - presents his new offering: H\u003cem\u003eard Sell\u003c\/em\u003e.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eA redigestion of forty years of underground English culture, collided by the urgency and freedom of Brussels' new wave; \u003cem\u003eHard Sell\u003c\/em\u003e is an exploration led by a bassline that acts like a compass - around which swirl whispers, cut-ups, abstractions, percussion bursts and sudden clearings. Together they shape a quiet narration, murmuring possible futures, indifferent to any of their consent.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eSloping like a jello tower block - open the bellows!! His laconic oration cuts through gauzy pigment canopy over dissolute scenes, precisely shipwrecked. For a unit so put together, Giulio Erasmus and his End of the Worm band do the do exquisitely dismantled.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eStanding lean and lugubrious in what is no less than the direct continuation of the hallowed Factory-Benelux-connection lineage, here the instantly recognisable sinister-yet-seductive basslines and suavely disaffected voice of Erasmus himself run like a diverted river through an earthen channel taking in mysterious and revelatory scenes, buoyant rhythms and 80s noir phosphorescence cloaking the resultant tableaux in a lurid atmosphere that could just as easily be primal dusk as polluted canalside lamplight.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAll threads trace muted affect, a sense of desire under anaesthesia, a nocturnal music of blunted hooks which posits vague statements with chemical certainty that fall apart choreographed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThere’s even a story concerning a young man’s tragic death-by-falling-mattress recited in splendid Cymraeg by an unidentified Gog! With an assembly of Euro weirdos at the helm, a cowbell-heavy Slow Scan ripple of espionage Echo-plexoid shadow-jams illuminated in the violet thrum of the Chorusflange glow carry Giulio’s hypnagogic intonations and the band’s creaking synthetic flourishes at a pace and posture which lurches sandy eyed, a dubby somnambulist suite stumbling under heavy manners between gloomy vignettes each decoding a message which continually slips through one’s grasp, last words whispered in a post-coital hiss in a patina’d dream of a sunken midnight lounge. \u003cbr\u003e- Vymethoxy Redspiders\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Disques de la Spirale","offers":[{"title":"LP - Black","offer_id":52591448981835,"sku":"R1836-5741","price":27.99,"currency_code":"GBP","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0867\/1120\/6219\/files\/3690bb01-e02b-3abf-2f63-69d5f9b91527.jpg?v=1751288289","url":"https:\/\/shop.roughtrade.com\/products\/hard-sell","provider":"Rough Trade","version":"1.0","type":"link"}