Pretty much everyone who makes music these days must go in with the knowledge that they are never ever going to make any kind of meaningful living out of it. Perhaps the most they can hope for is a European tour and to live hand-to-mouth from a poorly run merch stall after the performances – these are the spoils that they fight over. But for some, even that slim hope is dreaming big, especially when you’re making meandering, droned infused psychedelic noise records with tracks that are more likely to run over ten minutes than to feature any kind of vocals. But whi;lst the man behind Twilights Owls is probably far too aware of the fact that he won’t be playing stadiums any time soon with his racket, he can take solace in the fact that he is absolutely excellent.
With several EPs already put out under various labels (including the evergreen Amdiscs), there’s a wealth of material to choose from, all of it dense, dark and deeply rewarding. This is not a fast, hard fix of pop music, but a slow, heavy build up of interweaving melodies, a forest of sound to get lost in and appreciate in baffled wonderment. You are never, ever going to hear your mum listening to this, hear it at your local café or have a hall full of underaged tipsy teenagers jumping along to it, this is music to be appreciated as it was created – isolated and alone, a world apart from pretty much anything else.