Author: Spirit of Gravity

As the evening light has faded

July 2025
The Rossi Bar

Lewis Clay starts his set with a lovely warm introductory wash of synth with little sparkling notes met with stabbing interjections of synths and a hint or two of kick and clatter. This is going to be a busy set, and sure enough it almost immediately drops it down to a burbling bass note that almost speaks to us, seems that it may set off a groove, then starts switching back and forth, there are some, elements of the bass are given some room to breathe and finally they take flight with a scattering beat, the whole thing flying spaciously around the room leaving us finding the rhythm, then losing it when we try and focus on it too clearly. Its best held in the periphery. There is a brutal handover to a vast squelching jungle (as in the sweaty green place full of wildlife), full of sound and menace, murky drums ricochet, unseen things scream, birds chirrup derangedly. There’s a bassline with little seeming repetition, its possibly a horribly distorted kick, synthetic monkeys yammer from the trees.  Then a couple of big snares hit and we’re into a clearing. This is a more orthodox post Aphex percussion festival groove, we can nod our heads or shuffle a bit. Notes come in, a sort of melody, the notes are off, microtonal, shifting, the beats suddenly filthy up, more murk, reverb, the notes speed up, the beat pares itself down, the ornamentation lost but keeping its kinetic aspects, the melodic line is gone, too, beeps and burbles intersperse with snare hits. A quick breather of bass twist, then an arrhythmic track of shudders and twists, tones and buzzes. It pares down gradually to the scattered synth stammers and staccatos. Again we’re off on a new beat exploration. This one is like 16th played first on one sound then another, building a pattern eventually, but still all the time its one sound at a time. Bass bass bass bass snare bell bell bell synth synth synth synth synth tom cymbal tom cymbal and so forth, the delays and reverbs kind of allow it to build into layers until a steady scream drowns it out. Then there’s a bit of broken speech, and then back into a full flowing rhythm complex. Washes spin around the coruscating drums then flourishes of tones and ornamentation, back into it again, then the tones return, detuned and arbitrary, spinning off into space, a chopping bass buzz inserts itself into the rhythm which seems to gather even more momentum and then it all breaks down the bass turns squelching, and the drums pick up into just too fast rattling, its like nightmare trance at 500bpm to finish. Here comes the hoover. So many ideas, it’s a demanding set and a storming start to the evening.


Which then calms down considerably for Warped Love Group, which by contrast is all about repetition and groove. And delay, it’s very much about delay. Starting with syncopating cowbell and some weird murky buzz, hi-hats drop then the first delay comes in winds up, down then out into infinity. Eventually a kick drops in super slow. The delay soups itself up into a melodic line, wanders around then drops to let the snare start. Heads nod. The delay drops out, the hi-hats double up. The kick comes back in but skips a bit more, everything else falls away and the kick develops a tonal quality. The delay goes into guitar feedback mode. The new snare sounds like a snapped spring reverb. The first bass line. Extended, almost a drone or dubstep grind whipping up and down. The delay is going haywire now – pitching all over the place. It all drops away again then the kick is put through its paces, wow – up down all over. Hi-hats on the 16, the delay drops down into sub bass territory. Some weird tuned hi tom (maybe) starts bonging. Synth squeaks slip in, then after a bit of a delirious spell, it all drops away to an 808 sounding kick this time. Hip Hop speeds, Boo-Yah Tribe, say. Off-beat toy piano. The rest of the rhythm slinks in. There’s been no actual bass for a while, the booming kick covering that itch. The delay still keeping that melody line going over what sounds like a didgeridoo supplying a bassline. Whip snares, and such a groove now. Drop to hi-hats this time, open trance off beat hats, but on the 8s, claps, the delay gets some gate action, the kick gets  hard again, but is still syncopated, pan drums, the beat is thick, several snares, the delay is whistling then beeping. Then it all stops.


And completing the evening of Three Very Different things we have Robyn Rocket And People You May Have Heard Of, Robyn with space trumpet, Arlen (R. Dyer) on various things I can’t really see including soprano sax, & Karl MV Waugh on guitar, all with lots of effects. Robyn Starts proceedings with some short notes from the trumpet into lots of delay, Arlen (it must be) warbles in some musical saw and we have a few notes from Karl pinged into a slow delay. We’re taking this super slow, the arc of the evening has been about reducing beats and we have none, now. The trumpet has a lovely melancholic tone as Robyn slips a line of long sonorities out of it, the guitar delay washes gently underneath, with twinkles and spangles from flexitones and other chiming percussions. Little breathy sounds signal things changing and we shift down even further. We’re in interstellar country here, drifting gently through the cosmos. There’s a little flourish as things layer up, building then washing away again, to a fragmented scatter. Scratchy noises skitter about a quick wind down of the delayed guitar, some long warbling trumpet, wind whistling through the room. There is a melodic line from Robin as we get more space noises from the known. Karl gets a nasty blast of something which causes a little merriment, but amazingly doesn’t distract anyone from the unfolding sounds being produced. There’s a further resetting with a flurry of improv scratchiness, that develops into a bit of a flurry of notes from Robyn that again winds down. We get some quiet scurrying electronics, there’s a set of organ chords that have got into the Looper setting everything on a path. Karl pings sets of notes into the ether. Karl gets a little backwards guitar into his Looper. The soprano makes its appearance walking over that, the trumpet just laying down background drones. The soprano gets into the looper too, several lines layered up. Robyn starts to get a bit more fire into the trumpet, Arlen follows with the sax. Some small bells indicate a wind down. A little loop of staccato trumpet winds us out, warbling guitar, sinuous soprano sax and spacey trumpet all tend it as it leaves, last out is the sax.



Next radio broadcast on ResonanceExtra FM: Sunday 22nd June – 8.00 to 10.00pm

Gravity Waves and the Spirit World

Sunday 22nd June 2025 from 8.00 to 10.00pm on ResonanceExtra FM, DAB radio or online at extra.resonance.fm/

This edition of Gravity Waves is bought to you by two local compilations, Patchworks “The Missing” and The Spirit of Gravity’s “Capture The Moment”, plus the third transmission from the Omnistitional Cultures Research Unit (OCRU).

1st hour: McCloud + 1 “And Dictator’s will die” (Warped Love Group remix) / Em- – Slifer / Nanonic – The Putrid Stench Of Inequality And Privilege / Lekemo – Hey Ma / Automouse – Eight Tall Buildings / Frixon Klatt – GOLD SNAKE / Spheress – Netting / King Dong Quixote – Topiramate (Paranoia) / Rashamon – Summer Animal / Memory Noise – Between Now and Then / Aunty Morbid – Scrolling Through I-s-a-r-m 30-4-25
2nd hour: Omnistitional Cultures Research Unit (OCRU) #3: Transmissions From The Wellness Room

The May edition of the Spirit of Gravity Radio show is available on the ResonanceFM Mixcloud page:
www.mixcloud.com/resonanceextra/gravity-waves-and-the-spirit-world-marina-moore-omnistitions-transmissions-from-the-ocru-part-2/
This month’s show features Marina Moore’s new album, plus music from around the orbit of the Spirit of Gravity, and the 2nd transmission from the Omnistitional Cultures Research Unit (OCRU).

A balanced view as summer dawns

June 2025
The Rossi Bar

The evening starts with a banging set from Spheress, he has added a Volca to the minimal setup of TR-08 drum machine and two reverb/delay units. He starts with a feedback loop through the FX which settles down into a noise pulse and then modulates out into bass. A kick on the ones comes in, the bass is modulated, and chaotic hi hats introduced, followed by heavily delayed claps, the bass is driving on, the claps fall over each other in disarray and the kick comes in on the fours and drives the bassline off. The delays bring in an off-beat pulse and the Volca brings a new bassline in. The beat steadies briefly, then falls apart into staccato racket. Stan tweaking away at the TR-08s controls, suddenly the beat is back and driving. We have cascading delays, weird pulses and the bassline falling over each other, then thinning out; back to basics, driving on again. The bassline mutates slightly then a squall of feedback and the Volca is off in a new direction. The feedback returns under strict control and we get a trance breakdown with bass feedback on the offbeat and everything is gone into a squall, the bassline returns slow as you like. A boinging super slow bass drum creeps in. we have noise, delayed snares, a heavily spring reverbed beat like something from mid 80s Public Enemy, the reverb is almost vocoder-ish in its depth. Noises build back in, its pretty groovy in a noisy Cabs-y fashion. The bass drum providing the bass line. Drum FX syncopating away. The Volca gives us a beepy offbeat. Imperceptibly the tempo inches up, the reverb drenched noise swirling away. Someone whistles. Intensity mounts.
The Volca comes in again with a mid range-y stab rhythm, the kick is back on the fours. Delays swirling all about. Feedback pulses on the 8s, hi hats 16s, energy levels are high. He’s working away on the drum machines controls again tweaking, scattering, glitching. The filters go on the Volca.  Some weird loop happens and everything judders. It all drops away to nothing, a slight swirl which is caught then sent back into the FX, feedback then the drum machine gives a floor tom staccato beat, with reverb generated bass and again glitched out drum noises spiralling all around. Everything is in motion against that tom tom pulse. Then that drops away leaving us adrift, the clap steadies us, the bass gets abrupt, suddenly it’s all in place and the toms are back or was it a kick all along – bang! A brief respite, then it’s back to the fours for the finale. Section again the intensity builds over the rock solid beat. And it’s done.


In the middle slot we are really privileged to have Ingrid Plum’s first live show in quite sone time. She starts with an astounding version of “Wayfaring stranger”. She’s set up on a table with a few devices, including a custom circuit board synth. Beginning with full sub-bass drone, she adds in rich crackles and scratches. And then she starts singing pure and clear. A few lines in and a second wobbling bass joins. The juxtaposition of traditional song and 78 crackles & crickets and the electronic tones adds a weird tension increasing the sadness that seems implicit in the song itself. The bass is very intense. After a couple of verses she loops in some humming and gives everything a bit more emotional heft. There are about six layers of vocals cycling under each other and she sets a massive sweep off across the song. The bass drones shift and one ever so slowly aeroplanes off into the stratosphere. Then everything drops apart from a single drone and the vocal loops. A rhythm track of rattling cupboards becomes perceptible, field recordings of voices? Or is it the audience? The bass drones intensify, slowly beating. She returns to the main vocal line “There is no good in me….”  Stark against the drone and rattling shutter. The bass becomes steady then starts pulsing again. a keyboard drone eases in. and a swirl of echoes, ushers in a second set of much higher pitched drones, so we’re pretty full spectrum. Ingrid starts whispering scarily,  ghosting quietly into the microphones. It’s vaguely churchy, but not in a good way. A pointed nasty note fires in, then drops down. The whispering layers up via the looper. I’m scared. The drones start beating against each other all pulsating slightly, the effect increases as more and more notes are added. Then Ingrid starts singing again – long slow “aaaAAAAhhhhHHHHuuuUUUHHHs”. This slowly develops, circling, meandering. Everything becomes steeped in meaning, eventually the whispering falls away, but the drone chord seems to keep building. Then it gently drops away to just the bass note and Ingrids final singing wordless, soulful, forlorn.


And to round off the evening it’s the third visit of Kina: Suttsu and E-Da. Both set up on – or at least near – the floor, so I couldn’t see from the back. They had their usual array of keyboards, percussion, soprano sax, effects and ephemera scattered all around. Also starting off with a drone, but also a whistle and whisp-y synth. A shifty cymbal through delay. It’s all textures. Bass drones filter in, squeaks, some big long reversed cymbal makes everything else drop. A bassy drum booms about. Tabla sounds. Scrapes and squeaks. The delay provides the rhythm, ill defined. Bells bowed and gently ring. There’s an ill-defined presence emerging slowly from the soup. Tape rewind or birds or shakers – just pitched ever so slightly and through shimmering effects. I can hear water, a sine wave, ducks in a flightpath. A sense of trepidation. Heartbeat drums, so slow; b-boom. A build in intensity and the sounds swirl together in a cauldron as Kina unwinds the sax – long notes at first, then odd flurries, the background still ramping up somehow. There is an un-beat of bass-y drum in there. A pattern, but not an obvious one. The drones quieten out, shift and then step up the scales and down, then up. And thicken in a wind tunnel. A bass note. Just one, then the drones fall away, an ending, but E-Da keeps the un rhythm going. Zither flurries flutter away in a loop, a bassline seems to start. Then a new intense set of drones set right off, ramping up in intensity and pitch, E-Das percussion following it. Shakers, sine tone bells, the wind tunnel is back. Star chimes looped infinitely a skronking sax line fierce but subsumed by everything around it. E-Da keeps the framework steady around Kina as she really wails away. I want to start yelling. It’s delirious heady stuff. She gets into some growly low end stuff before getting up into harsher squalls at the top. A big pinging. And somehow it seems to descend into a big bassy synth ball, and a plunging watery hole to end.

Thanks to Jim Purbrick for the photo



Thursday 5th June at the Rossi Bar: Kina:Suttsu + E-Da / Ingrid Plum / Spheress

Kina:Suttsu + E-Da: Animism-Inspired Music of Sensory and Altered States
Ingrid Plum: Voice & electronics: previewing a new set.
Spheress: Improvised feedback-driven techno

Kina:Suttsu +E-Da
From the spirit of animism, a symphony of layered sound is born — a vessel of altered consciousness, carried on waves of sensation.
These tones do not merely reach the ears; they whisper to each cell, drawing you gently into trance.
In this sacred resonance, the self dissolves.
The veil lifts.
You and the world become one breath, one awareness.
And in this journey, E-Da (formerly of Boredoms and Seefeel) joins us, guiding the pulse on percussion.

Ingrid Plum
‘Gorgeously atmospheric vocal techniques woven around field recordings & electronics’ – The Guardian
“Plum makes the metaphysical singable, the immense relatable. She blurs auto-theory, the mixing of the philosophical with the personal, and psychogeography, the influence of environment on the psyche. Sonically, Corporeality is a flickering collage of buzzing synths hitting field recordings, fragments of speech and Plum’s own angelic voice.” – The Quietus
Ingrid is working on some new pieces which she will be performing live for the first time, with the working title of ‘Wayfaring Requiem’.
ingridplum.org

Spheress
“Spheress is open to feedback!  🙂  Any feedback given will be taken and plugged into channel 1 and fed back and fed back and fed back and fed back and fed back and fed back and fed back and fed back and fed back and fed back and fed back an – wait this sounds pretty good, let’s put a beat over it!
spiritofgravity.bandcamp.com/album/fowl
spheress.bandcamp.com/album/gut-punch
www.youtube.com/@spheress1280
soundcloud.com/spheress

Live visuals by Meljoann

The Rossi Bar is a small grade II building, and they are restricted with how they can improve access for anyone with mobility issues. The live music venue is located in the basement, which can only be accessed by a short spiral staircase. More accessibility information and images of the venue are in this document:
spiritofgravity.com/site/wp-content/uploads/2022/10/The-Spirit-of-Gravity-at-The-Rossi-Bar-for-audience-members.pdf

“The Spirit of Gravity: making experimental music a threat again – since 2001”

Thursday 5th June 2025 | 8pm – 10.30pm | £5 (cash only)
Downstairs @ The Rossi Bar
8 Queens Road, Brighton, BN1 3WA