1
Keen Distress - Recall
2
Keen Distress - Charged Works
3
Keen Distress - Persistence
4
Keen Distress - Not Just A Single Work
5
Keen Distress - Denied Permits
6
Keen Distress - Petrified Forest
7
Keen Distress - Interest In Juxtaposition
8
Keen Distress - Increasingly Preoccupied
Tracklisting:
A1 Keen Distress - Recall
A2 Keen Distress - Charged Works
B1 Keen Distress - Persistence
B2 Keen Distress - Not Just A Single Work
C1 Keen Distress - Denied Permits
C2 Keen Distress - Petrified Forest
D1 Keen Distress - Interest In Juxtaposition
D2 Keen Distress - Increasingly Preoccupied
Sales Note
We walked the earliest edge of Sunday, winter dark; streets lined up with standstill cars,
silver, grey, and black, and white; while the ever-distant sun, then further still, was slowly
breaking into shining. The town was quiet, gleaming; the rows of tenements - awash with sky.
And we rarely chanced upon a person, save the stocking-wrapped, shadows without bodies,
and that nude and mouthless one. We turned into a narrow lane past the power station,
the mute red lights of chimneys looking down at us. We reached the concrete halfpipe
of the dried-out canalside. And listened out for it. To disappear.
For that.
Text by Pawel Jankiewicz
Inner Tension, 2023
W&P by Blazej Malinowski & Robert Matysiak Mastered at Artefacts Mastering, Berlin
Copyright Control, Inner Tension 2023
Cover Photo: Cosmodernism
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A1 Keen Distress - Recall
A2 Keen Distress - Charged Works
B1 Keen Distress - Persistence
B2 Keen Distress - Not Just A Single Work
C1 Keen Distress - Denied Permits
C2 Keen Distress - Petrified Forest
D1 Keen Distress - Interest In Juxtaposition
D2 Keen Distress - Increasingly Preoccupied
Sales Note
We walked the earliest edge of Sunday, winter dark; streets lined up with standstill cars,
silver, grey, and black, and white; while the ever-distant sun, then further still, was slowly
breaking into shining. The town was quiet, gleaming; the rows of tenements - awash with sky.
And we rarely chanced upon a person, save the stocking-wrapped, shadows without bodies,
and that nude and mouthless one. We turned into a narrow lane past the power station,
the mute red lights of chimneys looking down at us. We reached the concrete halfpipe
of the dried-out canalside. And listened out for it. To disappear.
For that.
Text by Pawel Jankiewicz
Inner Tension, 2023
W&P by Blazej Malinowski & Robert Matysiak Mastered at Artefacts Mastering, Berlin
Copyright Control, Inner Tension 2023
Cover Photo: Cosmodernism
More