I must sing the praises of Concretism. The brain child of Chris Sharp, this is a musical experience that is hard to match.
Utterly evocative of a lost time, an intangible sense of nostalgia pervades throughout its dark industrial heart. Haunting. If Vangelis and Kraftwerk had a soundbaby together that was wet-nursed by Goblin and weaned on a diet of Jarre and Broadcast what it produced would be nothing compared to this.
Float inside disused power stations, haunted hospitals, abandoned 70s industrial estates, avoid pylons and slavering dogs, watch Open University programmes in your kipper ties and wide collars. Place yourself in the testcard. You are entering the world of Concretism.