stoppit you're hurting my ears

A new look and a new sound for April's CD-R which I recorded yesterday. at this time of year it's always unpredictable will come in a paper sleeve complete with photo and minus the handwritten text used to date.

There are 31 tracks of varying brevity the majority under 1 minute. 14 are shorter than 30 seconds of which 8 are less than 10 seconds long. Only 3 are longer than 3 minutes although one of those is 6:11. The whole thing clocks in at a whopping 36 minutes.

While there's a little bit of fiddling still to do to render them in stereo the tracks have also been recorded (on cassette for added noise) at a far greater volume than any of the previous CD-Rs this year. Plus I was shouting a lot. And screaming. And sometimes overdriving my voice.

The entirety of at this time of year it's always unpredictable is about sex and ranges from short screams through feedback and drone to clattering off-centre rhythms and loops. Is it poetry? Hell yeah. It's just performed poetry that's pretty heavily influenced by a combination of Napalm Death and Can. And by the question is it confessional if you've just made it up?