
Alffa… Brafo… Charlie.. Delta… [ ..] Allffa… numeric
So begins the first album by Anglo-Welsh avant-gardists GGLEC. Its maelstrom of surface noise, throbbing drones, linguistic miscommunication and computational error continues with a scratchy vinyl sample from a 1962 record teaching the international Morse code – a long-passed American male voice informs us.. “Those who know code have a peculiar and often invaluable ability to communicate. Especially in time of war or other serious emergency the need for code takes on an added significance…" Amidst CV controlled tape hiss and acousmatic sound design, avant-bard Rhys Trimble’s visionary and fractured poetics strive to articulate the tensions of the contemporary experience in a failing miasma of dysfunctional communication technologies. The response to the historicised call for the need for code is rendered throughout the remainder of the 40 minutes – cultural and technologised code-making / breaking.
A1 .- - - - disoedd



da.da / single dots / four to seven words a minute da / combinations / dah da dah out of reach (d)a for one side / and the b, superimposed
A2 ..- - - gainiwr



bored strangers / politics similar to sibling culture a signifier / to the beekeeper no signifier / to the bees
A3 ...- - semiadur



out to me / out to sea oh yeah / or no heart / heart / hearts rusted steel waters
A4 ....- gyrofa (featuring Apo33) alffa, beta, gamma human nether-goals / a lost voice grooming span moves elsewhere this last space for walking / but not the last spot for butti rogal spire / phantasm / hot-wire / formative islamabad all of, or for, connotations / space of, holding sixties spaces inside spatiality. balls dropped / archaic plunder rocks / glossy audible ghosting christmas / in time they’ll imagine [inaudible] fine / finding conversation in condensation worm sign / ready in the grass [inaudible] passed us rainbow / not often on it / joyful thanks llawen
A5 ..... rebarbiaeth hi hi hi / no no no bards barbs rebarbed woo woo woo/ all of it / all of it oh no / oh no / oh yeah ahh ahh ahh
B1 -.... cofiment alffa.. brafo... charlie... delta i recall much surface noise / i remember much spatial posturing “chicky clicky dye-oh” / they sang reaching for washed out grains of musics past / and failing voices shifted into unnatural registers / these - we spectres of humanity
B2 - -... duwography [inaudible] diagramming the electronic godhead [inaudible] channelling the circuits / our bent power / zeta / scanty / shit-scared zone / zone / zone witnesses to its accidental installation
B3 - - -.. lloxy nano-drifting in oceanic currents of bloodstream limbs reduced to 2 dimensions / as if in a charity shop comic-book panel
B4 - - - -. ffosination the nation huddled deep in trenches / cowardly and complicit alfa nömaïc in my opinion / things are best inefficient patient patient / illegible from her gripping tweed Rochdale curse i demand reparation get someone through automation / stagnation pray that they sent output butti following our miasmic crowd / frills off-hand chills that always fails looking / avoiding / larding up the ladder break buy contact / moving office-world this inescapably red tape, green tape, orange tape Biden, E.C., and release in hill backpacker / the fact of what i am there can be common folk (foe?)