Karen Gwyer's <em>Needs Continuum</em> remixed as "suite of deformations"

Torn Hawk reconfigures Gwyer’s No Pain In Pop debut into something entirely different.

The Brooklyn A/V artist (aka Luke Wyatt) was originally commissioned to remix the loop-based pop of Needs Continuum. However, what he turned in to the artist and label shares only DNA with the originals, for what he describes as a 35 minute “suite of deformations.”

The compositions will be released as the Cowboys (For Karen) 12″ via No Pain In Pop on July 15. Stream ‘Gauze (Sped)’ for a taste of what to expect. In addition, Hawk has penned a narrative for the set (“The sounds had decided to tell a story about this girl and her cowboy dad.”); read the whole thing below.

Read FACT’s review of Needs Continuum, which Maya Kalev described as “an intimate and beautiful record.” [via Juno Plus]

Cowboys (For Karen) Narrative from Torn Hawk:

Took the stems, put a rope around them and dragged them through some American dust. The dust gathered itself into a shape, like a maple sugar candy. It was an outline of this prairie girl. The sounds had decided to tell a story about this girl and her cowboy dad.

Gauze (Spread):

A bowl of ground glass. She pours it into her frayed gingham apron and carries it through the tall yellow grass.


The riff is them coming over the hill, coming back to those waiting on porches and in doorways. John Ford always had people framed waiting in such places.

Grace Scrawl:

The daughter is sent for water. She draws with a stick in the wet sand by the river bank, making trailing lacy shapes that link and curl back on themselves.

Oak & Sludge:

Her father swings an axe through the first snow of the year. Dark metal cuts a black motion arc through the white, and finds a thudding home in oak.

Gauze (Sped):

Hopped up on taffy and molasses, instead of doing chores she spends an hour staring at the sun through a piece of ruby-colored glass. When the sugar crash comes, she lies on the cool, hard packed dirt under the porch, and rides out the headache looking at the spindly insects that make a home in the dark places down there.



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