04(062)INNERSPATIALIZINGTHE SONG04(063)I <strong>in</strong>troduce myself as a mistakeIndelible IotesThe Secret Life of Sound Mach<strong>in</strong>esPerry is <strong>the</strong> analyst of <strong>the</strong> studio's ability to extend perception. Themix<strong>in</strong>g desk decomposes The Song, leav<strong>in</strong>g a skeletal ribcage. The BlackArk studio is a mach<strong>in</strong>e lifeform: '1 see <strong>the</strong> studio must be like a liv<strong>in</strong>gth<strong>in</strong>g, a life itself. The mach<strong>in</strong>e must be live and <strong>in</strong>telligent. Thejackpanel is like <strong>the</strong> bra<strong>in</strong> itself so you got to patch up <strong>the</strong> bra<strong>in</strong> andmake <strong>the</strong> bra<strong>in</strong> a liv<strong>in</strong>g man.'Dub demands symbiosis that externalizes <strong>the</strong> m<strong>in</strong>d, drasticallyreconfigur<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> human producer <strong>in</strong>to a mach<strong>in</strong>e be<strong>in</strong>g, an audiocyborg: 'You are listen<strong>in</strong>' to a mach<strong>in</strong>e. 1 imitate human be<strong>in</strong>g, I'm amach<strong>in</strong>e be<strong>in</strong>g, 1 don't work with human be<strong>in</strong>gs.' When you sculpt spacewith <strong>the</strong> mix<strong>in</strong>g desk, <strong>the</strong>se technical effects - gate and reverb, echo andflange - are routes through a network of volumes, doorways and tunnelsconnect<strong>in</strong>g spatial architectures.[Towards 0] MythScience of <strong>the</strong> Mix<strong>in</strong>g Desk: The UpsetterFar from Rastafari 's flat-earth metaphysics, its fundamentalist blood andfire, Lee Perry's productions and <strong>the</strong>ory <strong>fiction</strong>s open up an entirely newfield: <strong>the</strong> MythScience of <strong>the</strong> mix<strong>in</strong>g desk. The Upsetter taps <strong>in</strong>to <strong>the</strong>secret life of sound mach<strong>in</strong>es, opens <strong>the</strong> cybernetics of <strong>the</strong> studio.Remix Your HeadIn <strong>the</strong> Upsetter's conceptechnics, <strong>the</strong> mix<strong>in</strong>g desk is a mental mach<strong>in</strong>e, am<strong>in</strong>d mach<strong>in</strong>e <strong>in</strong>terface. Perry diagrams <strong>the</strong> neurocircuitry of <strong>the</strong>Soundcraft mix<strong>in</strong>g board, its thought flow: '1 put my m<strong>in</strong>d <strong>in</strong>to <strong>the</strong>mach<strong>in</strong>e and <strong>the</strong> mach<strong>in</strong>e performs reality. Invisible thoughtwaves, youput <strong>the</strong>m <strong>in</strong>to <strong>the</strong> mach<strong>in</strong>e by send<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong>m through <strong>the</strong> controls and <strong>the</strong>knobs or you jack it <strong>in</strong>to <strong>the</strong> jackpanel.' It is a medium that formsreality, violently bend<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> environment, massag<strong>in</strong>g it.We're tak<strong>in</strong>g over <strong>the</strong> <strong>sun</strong>, we're chang<strong>in</strong>g time, we'rechang<strong>in</strong>g spaceThe Iotighty UpsetterMeteorology of <strong>the</strong> EchoplexUs<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> Echoplex to clone echoes and <strong>the</strong> Roland Space Echo to delaytime and accumulate shocks of reverberation, Perry reremixes nthdimensionalimpacts, nei<strong>the</strong>r snares nor syncussion but perplex<strong>in</strong>g,confound<strong>in</strong>g SonoMatter. In <strong>the</strong> electromagnetic nth world of '75 'SRevolution Dub and '78'S Return of <strong>the</strong> Super Ape, The Song isdis<strong>in</strong>terred until its ghost universes populate <strong>the</strong> world.Return of <strong>the</strong> Super Ape is dub that disturbs <strong>the</strong> atmosphere until ityields poltergeists. Arriv<strong>in</strong>g ahead of cause, sound turns motiveless,premonitional, <strong>in</strong>explicable. 'Well, [<strong>the</strong> drumsl were go<strong>in</strong>g through <strong>the</strong>Echoplex and with <strong>the</strong> Echoplex we can do anyth<strong>in</strong>g. We can changeenergy and feel<strong>in</strong>gs.' Stray <strong>sonic</strong> debris crashes through space, looms<strong>in</strong>to closeup. Effects decelerate until <strong>the</strong>y become baffl<strong>in</strong>g, frustrat<strong>in</strong>gricochets from an unloaded gun. The w<strong>in</strong>d of Baudelaire's w<strong>in</strong>gs ofmadness sends sounds career<strong>in</strong>g across liv<strong>in</strong>g space. 'The drum contro ls<strong>the</strong> heartbeat and <strong>the</strong> bass holds <strong>the</strong> space. I dub from <strong>in</strong>ner to outer
04(064)04(065)space. The sound that I get out of <strong>the</strong> Black Ark studio, I don't really getit out of no o<strong>the</strong>r studiO. It was like a space craft. You could hear space<strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> tracks.'Space between sound doesn't drop out, it's pulled out from betweenbeats until it convulses, buckles, folds up <strong>in</strong>to fists of solid air thatbuffet you with what Perry calls <strong>the</strong> Shocks of <strong>the</strong> Mighty. Giantpulsations trample space like colossal youth. Glass shatters, slows down<strong>in</strong>to collaps<strong>in</strong>g cardboard. The ghosts of ghosts of effects, 5th generationfx, unforeheard screams, rattles and rustles agitate <strong>the</strong> air.Separated from its cause, <strong>the</strong> Echoplex creates an om<strong>in</strong>ousnesswithout an object, an all-pervasive feel<strong>in</strong>g of force undef<strong>in</strong>ed, ofatmospheric energies, which rends The Song, tears it apart. The mix<strong>in</strong>gdesk accesses <strong>the</strong> magnetic fields. It is a control tower from which <strong>the</strong>turbulence of technology is reconfigured: 'We are here at <strong>the</strong> TurntableTerranova, it means we are tak<strong>in</strong>g over. We 're tak<strong>in</strong>g over <strong>the</strong> air, we'retak<strong>in</strong>g over <strong>the</strong> mounts, we're tak<strong>in</strong>g over <strong>the</strong> star, we're tak<strong>in</strong>g over <strong>the</strong><strong>sun</strong>, we're chang<strong>in</strong>g time, we're chang<strong>in</strong>g power, we're chang<strong>in</strong>g grace,we're chang<strong>in</strong>g space.'In a World of EchoAs soon as you have echo, listen<strong>in</strong>g has to completely change. Your earhas to chase <strong>the</strong> sound. Instead of <strong>the</strong> beat be<strong>in</strong>g this one event <strong>in</strong> time,it becomes this series of retreat<strong>in</strong>g echoes, like a tail of sound. The beatbecomes a tail which is always disappear<strong>in</strong>g round <strong>the</strong> corner and yourear has to start chas<strong>in</strong>g it. If you're wear<strong>in</strong>g headphones or a walkman itbecomes a chase through <strong>the</strong> headphones. The Echoplex turns listen<strong>in</strong>g<strong>in</strong>to runn<strong>in</strong>g. You can't catch <strong>the</strong> beat, <strong>the</strong> tails of sound as <strong>the</strong>y turn<strong>the</strong> corner, disappear down a corridor. From K<strong>in</strong>g Tubby to BasicChannel, <strong>the</strong> cymbal is always just out of reach, always tak<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> cornerof perception. Where rhythm should be <strong>the</strong>re is space, and vice versa.Spectral dub pivots around an absent beat. Revolution Dub is TheUpsetter's m<strong>in</strong>dfield. Every track ambushes you, confounds <strong>the</strong> processof pattern cognition by leav<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> expected beat implied. By open<strong>in</strong>gholes at <strong>the</strong> tightest moments of <strong>the</strong> groove, pulse falls throughsubtracted space, polyrhythm wrongfoots you, tugs and pushes atexpectation, yanks <strong>the</strong> floorboards from underneath you. Echo turns <strong>the</strong>bea t from a localized impact <strong>in</strong>to an environment with you <strong>in</strong>side.Refractions bounce back from any surface. Initially <strong>the</strong> snare hits astretched drumsk<strong>in</strong>, <strong>the</strong> pedal depresses air between 2 cymbals so ithisses. Pneumatic metal pressure. Now <strong>the</strong> impact that run away fromyour hear<strong>in</strong>g rebounds back at you from <strong>the</strong> wall, <strong>the</strong> ceil<strong>in</strong>g, <strong>the</strong> floor.The world turns <strong>in</strong>to a giant drum with you at its centre. Beats ricochetoff 360' , curv<strong>in</strong>g around <strong>the</strong> walls of <strong>the</strong> world.sitcom Ghosts stalk <strong>the</strong> Spectral SongBy br<strong>in</strong>g<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> outside <strong>in</strong>to <strong>the</strong> <strong>in</strong>side of The Song, Perry releasessitcom ghosts <strong>in</strong>to <strong>the</strong> spectral Song. Perry samples tv before <strong>the</strong>sampler, just as Holger Czukay uses radiO , draw<strong>in</strong>g signals down through<strong>the</strong> aerials <strong>in</strong>to The Song, crackl<strong>in</strong>g open ano<strong>the</strong>r timezone <strong>in</strong>side <strong>the</strong>track. Space changes places. Reality reverses itself.The bursts of smash<strong>in</strong>g glass, squawl<strong>in</strong>g babies, trickl<strong>in</strong>g water, toiletflushes, rustl<strong>in</strong>g w<strong>in</strong>d scatter The Song to <strong>the</strong> w<strong>in</strong>ds. Perry enlists acry<strong>in</strong>g baby, a cow, a horse and a 70S tv sitcom on back<strong>in</strong>g vocals. Like agreat grandfa<strong>the</strong>r clock gone loco, each production becomes apercussion contraption, sprung open and haywired. Shakers, rattles,whistles, croakers, bells, toy piano, arthritic drum boxes <strong>in</strong> a perpetualrhythms hower, a molecular motion.The Black Ark studio switches on a technology-magic discont<strong>in</strong>uum.Operat<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> mix<strong>in</strong>g desk demands you explore its network of alter<strong>in</strong>gspaces. Perry crosses <strong>in</strong>to its ghost dimension, walks through <strong>the</strong>temporal maze of aural architecture. 'So me jo<strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> ghost squad longtimeand <strong>the</strong>m notice me as <strong>the</strong> Ghost Capta<strong>in</strong>. I am <strong>the</strong> Ghost Capta<strong>in</strong>.''Revolution Dub is not so much produced as reduced by Perry. TheSong is x-rayed <strong>in</strong>to exoskeletal forms through which tv leaks . ForWoman 's Dub, <strong>the</strong> distorted snares drum like needlepo<strong>in</strong>t magick, butrusted, ferric. Kojak is an <strong>in</strong>toxicated mix, an echochamber of moans <strong>in</strong>which space staggers and lurches dangerously.In Doctor on <strong>the</strong> Go, Perry picks out a hesitant lullaby on piano,croon<strong>in</strong>g ' Doctor on <strong>the</strong> Go' over and over as if he's be<strong>in</strong>g bereavedwhile <strong>the</strong> studio laughtrack shudders <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong>n subsides back <strong>in</strong>to babble,<strong>the</strong>me tune and studio applause. Incongruous occupation of <strong>the</strong> samedimension, ambiences rub <strong>in</strong> an <strong>in</strong>compatible friction. Bush Weed'sdrums are reversed so <strong>the</strong> cymbal susta<strong>in</strong> expands <strong>in</strong> a metallic shimmerbefore <strong>the</strong> snares beat time. The snares drum like knitt<strong>in</strong>g needles onsilver fOil, microscopic magick tha t anticipates <strong>the</strong> nth-dimensionalneedlepo<strong>in</strong>t of 4 Hero's The Paranormal <strong>in</strong> Four Forms. Ra<strong>in</strong>drops and anature-documentary voiceover seeps <strong>in</strong>: 'Man has always been a threatto woodla nd a nimals.' Throughout Re vo lution Dub, Perry's bereft,