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ARBOR 041LP
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"Even though Warmth main man Steev Thompson still appears to be incommunicado, totally epic recordings continue to surface. Before Roxanne Jean Polise was officially over and Steev still lived in Chicago, he joined up with another then-Chicago resident Branden Diven of Quilts/American Grizzly Records. The jams that were created filled a couple of CD-Rs and the Warmth side of the split with Quintana Roo on Not Not Fun. This LP consists of a remixed and edited version of the original CD-R running at just under 45 minutes. Forgotten smog floats through a Northside basement. Sounds emanate but their source is totally unrecognizable. Quiet growing tonal blobs erupt into washes of aural color. A complete union of samplers, synths, vocals, guitar, organs, percussion, and electronics merge to create the sounds contained within; a loss of individual existence. Completely serene. In an edition of 300 LPs on creamy yellow marbled vinyl with hand-stamped labels in pro-printed and screened fold over sleeves with art by Roy Tatum and an insert by Steev."
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DIGI 040CD
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"Warmth has undergone plastic surgery since this album was originally released as a criminally limited CDR on Belgium's best scuzz label, Audiobot. Back then, Warmth was known as Roxanne Jean Polise. The name may have changed, but the sounds are still the same: dense electronic forest fog that set Michigan-native Steev Thompson's music apart from most of his compatriots. Leave Your Wet Brain in the Hot Sun is Warmth's finest hour. It's his hypnotic, marrow-sucking opus. Leave Your Wet Brain in the Hot Sun is a thick blanket of unsettling doom. The smell of death is in the air, floating in-and-out of range like a black cloud. Warmth's mixture of distorted, haunted synth loops, hijacked guitar frequencies, and various samples of dirt-soaked piano. Thompson's drones are reminiscent of Andrew Chalk and Mirror in the way they lure the listener in during the early stages with his quiet and methodic approach. They're soothing and soft, but totally misleading. Once the eyelids start to get heavy, Thompson runs you down with discordant, often abrasive, missives. He plays this dichotomy up to perfection, and shows an amazing understanding of composition and layering. As each electronic swirl draws you in closer, like a moth to a buzzing streetlight, you get lost in this aural concrete labyrinth. Leave Your Wet Brain in the Hot Sun will bury your mind under piles of dust. Warmth is painting the town with a gang of spectres on his back, sandblasting diseased tones through everyone's eardrums. For fans of Double Leopards, Hive Mind, and that ilk, it is only once you're destroyed that you'll be totally satisfied. (Includes two unreleased bonus tracks, not included on the original album)."
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