Tiny Grassland is the title of both the third LP, and the debut book, from Georgie McVicar. Upon first play-through of Tiny Grassland the listener will become acquainted with a significant number of quiet voices. They make little noise. They proliferate in number as the album reaches its climax. Then... Read More
Tiny Grassland is the title of both the third LP, and the debut book, from Georgie McVicar. Upon first play-through of Tiny Grassland the listener will become acquainted with a significant number of quiet voices. They make little noise. They proliferate in number as the album reaches its climax. Then they disappear. Little voices from audiobooks and plays and TV. Each voice here, whether words are understandable or not, articulates the booklet that comes with the music.
The Tiny Grassland booklet features texts on the music, interviews, scores, poems, essays, and even a play. This painstaking object is not a sonification of data or a real environment, rather, a schematic towards something more nebulous and rummaging. It is a biome of itself, a schema which functions as a sonification of that little voice one uses to read, privately, in the head.
Another unvoiced reading occurs when someone looks at a score like someone who looks at words. And when someone reads the news and imagines their own present and future sub-vocalised in its story. In Transports of Joy, Georgie has a rhythmic pattern long thought stable suddenly double, angrily, full of energy, and then de-double, just as quickly, emptying out, and what you are left with is a lone synth, the squelching of the trees, perhaps, as their leaves curl inward, suffering from an illness Georgie writes of, rotsong, and other sad illnesses of the present captured in this text, ecocide, ecosilence, and catastrophes of the near future rendered bathetic. By the time you reach the track Live Stills you hear announced a pattern which holds and has held itself throughout this album, clearer in some ways than a picture, belaboured softly, ‘I need a place to moan in’, and what happens is this, the music starts off with a pattern and then there is a loud bang and then the pattern comes back but it’s different, raised in some ways, more emotional and more strong, and for that moment alone I’d stop reading my words and turn the page now, gently, and continue with the next song.
1 St Chrysostomos
2 In Transports of Joy
3 Live Stills
6 Funeral Games
7 Eo (ft. peb)