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

from by dj gallowslutt



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.


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.


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.




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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