Castle Face Records

W-X

Announcing W-X, a new double LP by Tim Presley
“I look across the table at the man 
cuban coffee in hand, cigarette stuck to lip
glasses nearly opaque grey blue 
you can see his sleepy eyes but only just barely 
and i think “this man has been up all night in the song-lab writing while the masses sleep”
Like Poe, eyes screwed up from working by candle light 
Nicely high but not for pleasure…for the boundless job 
Not that these songs are to be listened to strictly at night while lit up, but it seems they lean that way
Blown and bent like trees on a white noise swept plain 
Surreal like a wet city street after hours
Winding like a nocturnal drive through the backstreets
End upon beginning like a borderless landmass
Each song or structure tail bleeding onto the fingertips of the next 
Barely holding onto the fur of cohesion 
I think of this record as kind of a “Tim Presley reads his book on tape”
The story of life in Los Angeles flowing like the low moisture river that it is 
The start is uphill, long and slow, and you ponder when you will be spat out onto the straight away 
By the time “Clean It Glen” kicks in, your hands are sweating 
and then you are there and it is glassy and wonderfully repetitive, repetitive, repetitive 
Lights are flashing 
Cars are passing 
There is synthesized wild life here 
Blips that are winged 
Crackles that are slithering through the digital grass
Echo ripples across a chrome topped body of water 
You catch a glimpse of yourself in a store-that-sells-something window 
Beats are the staccato lines on the road being eaten by the undercarriage of the vehicle that whips Through this world
Guitars are trash and debris
Acid
A headphone record at its primal best 
Far out and geographically odd 
Every time i play this someone asks, “what the hell is this?”
I say W-X
Dig in 
Best to listen to it in its entirety 
A vast 20 course experience served on twin platters 
A carnival 
A far cry from White Fence and yet still the scent lingers on the fingers 
He told me I would hate this repeatedly and I replied that it is my favorite masterpiece of his (of which there are many)
This record looks through to the matrix of Tim’s songsmith genius, don’t forget to blink
For fans of early Soft Machine, The Fall, The Tronics , general clutter, disarray and Faust” 
- John Dwyer

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