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Ecstatic offer a fascinating, often dizzying insight to the primitive industrial minimalism of Italian
siblings, Giancarlo and Roberto Drago, a.k.a. The Tapes, via
Selected Works 1982 - 1992
sourced
from original tapes and pressed to vinyl for the first time ever.
Following on from Ecstatic’s issue of “mail artist†Danielle Ciullini’s
Domestic Exile Collected Works
82-86
, this set surveys a blind-spot in most people’s knowledge of early ‘80s Italian underground
music, framed against a backdrop of the Anni di Piombo, or
Years of Lead
- a period of domestic
political turmoil between the late ‘60s and early ’80s - and the mushroom shadow of nuclear war.
Like their international tape-scene allies, The Tapes reacted to this world thru a matrix of mono-
synths, drum machines, microphones and 4-track recorders, mostly recording/experimenting
ideas direct-to-tape in one take and making a virtue of their lo-fi set-up’s infidelities and
imperfections - randomness and mistakes were embraced rather than discarded - whilst
absorbing the counter-cultural influence of William Burroughs or Throbbing Gristle, and the sci-fi
dystopia of J.G. Ballard and John Foxx.
These 21 tracks, drawn from 10 different, limited tape releases, perfectly distill a wandering,
weirdo spirit, ranging from the funereal swagger of
Tanz Fabrik
and the darkwave hip-thrust
of
The Day of Silence
to freeform, motorik trajectories such as
Time Out of Joint
and singular
enigmas like the Actress-esque bobble of
The Wait
and
Falso Movimento B2’
s weightless, hyaline
spindles.
Collected and compiled by Alessio Natalizia (aka Not Waving) and remastered by Matt Colton,
Selected Works 1982 - 1992
represents a decade of modest but searching and instinctively
grooving experimentation of the rarest, precious and compelling kind.
As Giancarlo Drago explains:
“The Tapes was an unplanned experience, an unplanned need to express myself Looking back
on this music I wonder sometimes how I did it - the whole process from the concept to the
completion. Everything I do now seems trivial and obvious and I just end up aborting the idea. And
exactly for this reason I think that everything has its time, with a beginning and an end...â€