- Digital
Neville Attree
The Ghosts of Askers Motel (Act One)
Globuli
- Cat No: GLOB005
- Release: 2024-10-11
Track List
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1. Neville Attree - Time After Time
06:24 -
2. Neville Attree - I Can See It All Now
07:25 -
3. Neville Attree - Note to Self
06:43 -
4. Neville Attree - Cold Metal
07:10 -
5. Neville Attree - The Ghosts of Askers Motel
06:10
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British DJ, producer and edit-maker Neville Attree arrives on Globuli with the first in a two part LP of resolutely timeless electronic music, fusing early rave basement elation, MPC-crafted post-club storytelling, dusty proto-trance and beyond.
Comfortably venturing beyond the dancefloor into album territory, and channeling a certain early 90s innocence at heart, Attree weaves a semi-autobiographical trip through the record shops, dancefloors, car journeys and after-hours of his youth.
A Londoner by way of Heidelberg, and a disciple of all moody, emotional and tripped-out strands of dance music for over three decades, Neville first came into contact with Globuli curator Ed Davenport back in 2005, while co-running the now retired Lo-Fi Stereo label. In fact Ed's first record came out on Neville's Gumption label and the pair have remained close ever since.
Lovingly compiled by Neville and Ed over the last few years, and engineered and mixed by Davenport in line with the new wave of output on Globuli, 'The Ghosts of Askers Motel' plots a wider, more melodic sonic arc, setting the tone for Attree's future output on the label.
It's certainly been a long time in the making, (the opening lines from 'Ghosts...' surfaced during an after-hour chill on Bournemouth beach back in 1990 after an epic Eternity rave at the legendary Askers Motel) but Neville's idiosyncratic and addictive blend of vocal laden, hard-to-categorise electronics is finally ready to drop.
Act One opens with the slo-mo, baggy dub of 'Time After Time' before the futurist synth fusion of 'I Can See It All Now' chimes through. The seductive melancholy of 'Note To Self' drags us into the bittersweet pull of the night over a relentless, thumping groove before the dusty trance of 'Cold Metal' guides us back towards the light. Combining crystalline synth stabs, morphing bass and classic rave euphoria, it builds patiently towards a euphoric peak, setting up the title track for an irresistible burst of blissful, old school nostalgia.
Comfortably venturing beyond the dancefloor into album territory, and channeling a certain early 90s innocence at heart, Attree weaves a semi-autobiographical trip through the record shops, dancefloors, car journeys and after-hours of his youth.
A Londoner by way of Heidelberg, and a disciple of all moody, emotional and tripped-out strands of dance music for over three decades, Neville first came into contact with Globuli curator Ed Davenport back in 2005, while co-running the now retired Lo-Fi Stereo label. In fact Ed's first record came out on Neville's Gumption label and the pair have remained close ever since.
Lovingly compiled by Neville and Ed over the last few years, and engineered and mixed by Davenport in line with the new wave of output on Globuli, 'The Ghosts of Askers Motel' plots a wider, more melodic sonic arc, setting the tone for Attree's future output on the label.
It's certainly been a long time in the making, (the opening lines from 'Ghosts...' surfaced during an after-hour chill on Bournemouth beach back in 1990 after an epic Eternity rave at the legendary Askers Motel) but Neville's idiosyncratic and addictive blend of vocal laden, hard-to-categorise electronics is finally ready to drop.
Act One opens with the slo-mo, baggy dub of 'Time After Time' before the futurist synth fusion of 'I Can See It All Now' chimes through. The seductive melancholy of 'Note To Self' drags us into the bittersweet pull of the night over a relentless, thumping groove before the dusty trance of 'Cold Metal' guides us back towards the light. Combining crystalline synth stabs, morphing bass and classic rave euphoria, it builds patiently towards a euphoric peak, setting up the title track for an irresistible burst of blissful, old school nostalgia.