
If you think of music as a big hexagon, with the mainstream pop precisely needled in the middle, then London musician Infinite Light lurks on one of the outer limits, as far out as you can go, in a bleak corner among the shadows and strange-os and hopelorn. Avant-garde doesn't cover it: his music, sirens to long-departed gods and ghosts, poetry that no-one but the poet gets. [There is a video that cannot be displayed in this feed. Visit the blog entry to see the video.] Infinite Light & Mick Flower - Live [...]
wow... massive thanks to Ross Parfitt for getting this on video, that Infinite Light bloke was simply amazing at the Singing Knives all dayer last year. Incidentally when not maiming guitars, he runs a small tape operation up north called lotus birth that's well worth checking out... releasing many a ultra limited and lusciously packaged gem...