Aaron mcMullan - Blackmill: the things that he let others do​.​.​.

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remix of title track from Aaron's 2011 Blackmill Road ep.

Aaron's folk lick from this track made me think of a monophonic synth line, and having programmed it in, it sounded good enough to mess around with.

Having been told that source files were unavailable, I faded the track in and out over the strict rhythm i'd generated, with surprisingly little need for timestretching (that was just luck). Being in A, I tuned my guitar to drop A (aka 'divebomb' tuning, with the bottom E string being tuned to an octave below the A string). This isn't really audible on the final mix (possibly due to crappy microphone) but it was something i'd experimented with before and like the effect of.

Adding a sample of the forgotten second half of the amen break (also heard on Atari Teenage Riot's 'Ghost Chase'), a spot of keys and synth bass played in live completed the work.

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On the eve of my thirteenth July I woke up from my sleep
With a belt-whelp risen cross my thigh and a purpling bruise across my cheek,
And next to me lay sleeping still a man I did not know
Though I’ve seen him since, out wandering the rain-slick stones of Blackmill Road

And I head them tongues all clacking on from someplace down the hall
All whispering and wheezing there someplace beyond thon redwood wall
And gin-black breath against my chest I closed my eyes a time
Cold and calloused hands all pattin pawin at the back of mine

My Da he was a soldier and my Ma I never met
But she would sometimes send me pages torn from scriptures I have never read
And her father, he raised me, I thank Christ she never knew
Of the things that he had done to me and the things that he let others do

That summer I spent shivering and choking neath the sheets
With my wounds all wound around my wrists, around my throat, around my feet,
And I did dream the child I’d been all bound in wire and rope
Hung dead from off the branches of thon hawthorn tree on Blackmill Road

Now I dream a smoke-ring halo gilded by the glue-fume glow
That child and I lain wrecked and chasing angels ‘cross the fresh-lain snow,
Our faces bleeding back and forth in streaks of white and gold
I wear his eyes, I watch his eyes bleed o’er the stone of Blackmill Road.

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from Return to the Fulfillment Centre: Remixes, 2012​-​2013, released December 1, 2013
Original track recorded and produced by Andrew Gardiner.
Additional synthesiser, keyboard, dropped A guitar, and production by grilly.
Song written by A. Mcmullan.

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grilly Birmingham, UK

Grilly has been writing, recording, and performing music since about 1998.

DJ Gallowslutt is the psuedonym grilly uses for remixing.

To The Boats were the grilly-fronted band that thrived from 2006-2010. They disintegrated around the recording of the second album, which became 'In Case of Emergence'.
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