Lonesome Echoes: Neue EP von D. Rothon auf Clay Pipe

Jüngst erschien eine neue EP des englischen Producers D. Rothon. “Lonesome Echoes”, dessen Titel an einen tatsächlichen Ort Lonesome im Süden Londons referiert, ist ein cinematisch-melancholischer Road Movie in musikalischer Form, der mit seinem wunderbar melodischen Einsatz von Pedal Steele, Omnichord, Theremin, Flöte und Schlagzeug bisweilen tief in die Nostalgiekiste greift, und das mit Fug und Recht. Das Resultat streift so unterschiedliche Gefilde wie Garage Rock und experimentelle Klangkunst und würde auch im LP-Format eine gute Figur machen. Rothon ging mit der EP einer persönlichen Faszination für den Ort nach: “My curiosity about Lonesome started years ago when I noticed the name on the map in the London A to Z, not far from where I grew up. It seemed such an unlikely name. But it wasn’t until recently that I discovered its slightly odd history”. Mit Rothons Aufnahmen startet die zweite Serie an Mini-CDs auf Clay Pipe Music, daneben ist die EP auch zum Download erhältlich.

“D. Rothon’s third solo release for Clay Pipe, Lonesome Echoes, is a selection of four beautiful melodic instrumentals, featuring pedal steel, Omnichord, theremin, flute and live drums – and inspired by the long-lost south London village of Lonesome. [...] The origins of its name lost in the mists of time, the village of Lonesome emerged in the 19th century from the swampy, isolated lands between Streatham Vale and Mitcham Common. By the early 1900s intrepid reporters were already speculating on whether the place was mere myth. The intervening years saw the rapid rise and fall of Lonesome. Its prospects as a desirable place to live were compromised by the combined fragrances of piggeries plus chemical, fireworks and gas mantle factories – which would undoubtedly have overpowered the sweeter aromas from the nearby lavender fields of Mitcham. It also gained a reputation as a haunt of footpads, vagabonds and cutpurses. A failed development by one “Squire Blake” of aspirational middle class villas – which became known as Blake’s Folly – helped cement Lonesome’s reputation as a ghost town. Now long subsumed into suburbia, aside from the odd street and building name little trace remains of Lonesome”. (Clay Pipe Music)