Barry's ascent into the jazz noir world evoked black and white mutual worlds. Easily transplanted to the brass blasted grim fairytales of urban USA, Barry did the ultimate twist. He grafted noir onto the outre social housing worlds of inner city UK grime. Suddenly instead of appearing austere gangsta rap dominated concrete, needle fixated with obliteration, Barry makes them human.
This is both a soundtrack to events yet to happen and a testament to the wasted bodies lying on the streets of inner city Manchester. "Operation Trident" transplanted, a three pronged musical score, fleshing out the humanity on the skeletal frames.
Experimental in the industrial progenitor sense, Barry returns back to the scene of the crime of his childhood and creates a lush austere industrial soundtrack. In the best British tradition, everything including the kitchen sink is thrown into the fray. Jazz, Industrial, Exotica movie tracks weave a realist fantasy from threadbare lives. Whilst the jazz method captures allure in the mid period Adamson, this, the first of Barry's opus, bottles and caps despair.
So it's not music you can whistle to, but placed late night on the deck or pumping through the car it captures a vibe. This is music for those who have travelled the dead end roads, unpaved pavements, lit by broken streetlights, smelt the burnt out buildings and read the graffiti. UK Urban Noir as art, the socially included know not what they have missed.