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Dale Cornish


LP (E190)

Belgium £16.50 (including postage)

Europe £18.50 (including postage)

Rest of world £23 (including postage)


Limited edition of 200 copies

Mastered by Jacques Beloeil

Ulex continues the exploration of a/rhythm, space, silence and pulse 

from previous works Glacial (2012) 

and Xeric (2014).

See also

Dale Cornish (E141)

Dale Cornish (E156)

Dale Cornish (E171)
Out of print



—Ulex Pattern 1
The steel pan revenge plan; a falling over and over and over into endless insect Gamelan. Donkey kick drum, once then
twice… then that’s it.
—Ulex Pattern 2
Bamboo rattles in a magnetic hole. Invisible forces snatch and grab at any vibrations causing a stretching of each dry, brittle note. Sufi mystic collapse.
—Ulex Pattern 3
She’s lurching, dragging a sandbag over bright pink coral. I tap the side of my canoe with an outstretched palm and
bail out the overflowing rice with an old soup can.

—Ulex Pattern 4
Fog demons breathe over mangrove roots to haunt the islanders with deep booming warnings. The earwigs glassy
cascade becomes relaxed antiseptic counterpoint.
—Ulex Pattern 5
I’m slightly shocked as the spare crackle of needle hitting vinyl is overwhelmed with a distorted voice all meshed up
and jaxxed, rolling in three dimensions like some forgotten Fylkingen piece. 

My inner Agatha Christie picks up a little
something though. I might be old but 

I’m crafty. All I’m saying is Alright Duckie!
—Ulex Pattern 6
Steelies penked off a copper plate.
—Ulex Pattern 7
The longest rippling. Distant fireworks ignition in slightly off-kilter realities, 

the original cucaracha stepping on echo-
bugs till each pops like dark ink.


Ulex is deconstructed so completely it’s almost empty. Some of these tracks are so spare they make regular minimal look messy. It’s so damn pure and yet, tied up
in silver-plated knots. Jagged and fresh but never sharp.


Radio Free Midwich

Whether it’s the containment of fractured bass drums, high-freq rhythm or the subdued stillness of a frozen sound-scape, there is certainly a feeling of sonic distillation that runs throughout. From 

the ice-cold, computerised rhythms of

the excellent first track through to the serene purity of the high-pitched sine-wave and the low, overdriven drones of Pattern 4, it’s an exercise in restraint

and an excellently executed feeling of

a constant impulse waiting to crack through. Perhaps this is best portrayed

on the first track of the B side, which introduces a shuddering, tape distorted kick drum at low volume, before an unexpectedly morphed vocal takes the dynamic charge right into your eardrum, like a psychotic voice speaking from within your brain. Bridging Pattern 5

and 7, we are dropped right back into

the radar bleeps and endless space

of Pattern 6, commanding to inhale

in preparation for the final excursion. Pattern 7 makes up the final charge,

by now we are not 100% compos mentis, the rhythms and surrounding stillness of these pieces have taken over, the feeling of calmness is induced in equal measures with the paranoia and energy, as each redaction of sound has put the senses on high alert.


An exercise in inward focus and attention, this is entirely gripping and reflective, totally rewarding!


Rewind Forward

A jittery beast of a record, beset with glassy FM stabs in nervous counterpoint with deep growls of a more analogue
. Tracks build up through a Philip Glass-ish additive technique, drenched in splintering space echo. The artefacts of
digital effects are left to flicker and bloom into brittle features in their own right. Imagine a film set in a nightclub, where
the protagonist has crept behind the scenes of the disco into a nightmarish concrete sub-basement and discovered some weird occult force buried there unbeknown to the ravers still raving just audibly up above. This fourth album on Entr’acte from the former No Bra member is minimal and mysterious in all the right ways.


Robert Barry in The Wire



Portrait by David Keen

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