Rowan Porteous

One Week to Live Review

". . . Superimpozer is an accomplished trumpet player, as well as being an electronic producer, and his fragmented wisps of Miles Davis inspired jazz often work in and out of heavily atmospheric, 'Bladerunner' beats and chattering machine sounds.

It is these hazy, dreamlike horns that mean 'Thought Fungus' sits in a strange position, somewhere between the heady beatscapes of the mid 90's (think vintage Ninja Tune), and the harsher, more industrial visions of a post apocalyptic Philip K Dick nightmare.

'Thought Fungus' is a lengthy trip through 14 tracks of dark sludgey mollases. It's not the easiest listen by any means. But unlike the psychotic aural assault of Mouse On Mars, the 8 bit sounds are accompanied by flutes, violins, trumpets and glitched samples to produce a free-jazz styled soundtrack, one that you could easily lose yourself in, as it verges on sound art in many places."

Smother Magazine Review

"London’s Superimpozer seems destined to be tagged ‘electronic’, ‘experimental’, and ‘edgy’. But perhaps ‘fucking different’ is also in the cards. . . It thusly only seems reasonable that the dark jazz of trumpet, violin, electronica, and glitchy IDM of Superimpozer is a trendy new way to look at urban electronica and that this is one album that’s paving the way for an entire genre! Thought-jazz is glorious ain’t it?"

Superimpozer - Thought Fungus by (CD-R Album)

Swathed in the nano glitches of an alternative future where automaton babies are swaddled and suffocated by the synaptic reeds of a dense and foreboding swamp, a bounteous and exotic plume of opiate smoke drifts over the surface from the neighbouring dens inhabited by creatures at once reminiscent of a bastardised Victorian freak show, passing harlots from lap to lap. These are the sounds of Rowan Porteous.

In an comprehensive album that spans the industrial wastelands of a dystopian epoch to the organic life sources of a very strange garden indeed, fusing each and every track effortlessly with a viscose substance yet to be discovered by man, the artist provides an extremely cerebral and thought provoking listening piece indeed. Nothing is ever quite as it seems allowing much pleasure from repeated outings on our antiquated mediums.

As fresh as a ruptured sewer network and as textured as the finest of mystical cloth, the music never fails to impress nor let go. You are drawn into a multi dimensional zone where every sense is stimulated, an almost visual exercise in the palate of sonic influence, you half expect a tannoy system to wake you from your hypnosis and usher you from the nature reserve where you’ve just feasted on a king’s banquet, the words, ‘you’ve just been permanently reconfigured,’ echoing in your love sick ears as lesser mortals twitch on the electrical fence of everyday life.

A risky and sure to be seminal album from a rising young talent, make sure keep an eye on him until your clock stops. Tick, tock…

Bruce McClure [Seed Records] on Thought Fungus . . .