on 13 December 2012
This Cindytalk album Camouflage Heart is an absolutely brilliant album. I bought it originally in 1984 on vinyl. Gordon Sharp's vocals are wonderful very moving. Originally there was a limited pressing. Cindytalk have there own particular style and for 1984 was way ahead of it's time and as it is a work like no other stands a complete work on it's own and for that reason I haven't stopped playing the album since 1984. The power of the album resonates every time I play the work and like all great art work it communicates directly with you, because from hearing the album you can tell it is from the soul and is a personal document so resonates with you. I have been very fortunate to see Cindytalk many times in recent years and like the albums the gigs draw you into that particular Cindytalk world. Wappinschaw the last of the first set of Cindytalk was much harder to get hold of in it's original vinyl form and after quite a bit of searching found a vinyl copy and as the last of the early set is as-well crafted as Camouflage Heart. Cindytalk now have an extensive back catologue of work of their own and with other artists. Cindytalk in recent years have made more albums all with their stamp and all brilliant in their own right and have a new album set for release in spring 2013
He lets his voice soar into the stratos and down it comes as lead weights each finely spiked with pathos aiming to pierce the marrow bone with its emotional shivers. Dark, feverish fragments twist and turn as the sweat drips down the face and the body heat soars into a boiling froth. An intense white soul linked to a journey into darkness backed with drum machines, guitar and synth repeat white noises, these are the foundations upon which Gordon soars above. Not for dancing or running away into a surrogate euphoria this very firmly pushes the viewer inwards rather than into a clap happy realm.
Sounds akin to the Skinned version of the Swans where the excess flesh was cut away to reveal the internal organs. This would fit next to the Jarboe/Gira early experimentations as an introspective light dangling within an existential howl. It illuminates a loneliness from which the listener can enter and leave by the entrance knowing that the walk in between they are assailed by certain demons of unstated memories.