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Cigarettes
will eventually kill me. I know it. My fucked up lungs know it. I’m
sitting at my pox of a computer staring at a blank screen having chain
smoked my way through six cancer sticks already. I don’t know what
to write for this Baltic Flour Mills review. Words won’t flow. I’m
playing the CD staring vacantly into space. Sparking up another King Size
death dealer I decide to put my thoughts down cohesively as I can. This
fag is hitting the spot.
Thought 1: Baltic Flour Mills comes housed in a DVD case with a CD and
an extra 3" CD as a bonus. The booklet that accompanies the CDs contains
pictures which I presume is of the Baltic Flour Mills. The buildings are
derelict and in a state of disrepair. I light another cigarette. The smoke
scalds my tongue.
Thought 2: Baltic Flour Mills is an environmental recording made in and
around the buildings concerned. These sounds have then been taken, processed
and fucked with to create what I’m currently hearing. Thus I’ve
heard an aeroplane flying overhead, a police car or ambulance going somewhere,
bits of metal scraping and grinding together, doors opening and closing,
chains swaying into walls, and so much more all played over what sounds
like a generator humming in the background.
Thought 3: That’s it. That is the sum of the pieces. The sound of
dead buildings still alive. Still existing in a world no one is supposed
to hear.
Thought 4: I’ve heard many such environmental ambient / experimental
records before. Like this one all have needed to be approached with an
open mind. Like this one all are an acquired taste. Like this one they
have all been pretty heavy going but staying with them reaps eventual
rewards in the end.
Thought 5: Baltic Flour Mills will never feature in my top ten records
of all time. Nor for that matter my top 20 or 50. But that’s not
to say it’s not worthy of note. This type of recording fits a niche
suitable to the mood you’re in when you want to play it. Like the
buildings portrayed it will still be there when you need it when others
have collapsed to nothingness.
Thought 6: My ashtray is full to overflowing. Best I empty it.
ANM