After we came out of the church, we stood talking for some time together of Bishop Berkeley’s ingenious sophistry to prove the nonexistence of matter, and that every thing in the universe is merely ideal. I observed, that though we are satisfied his doctrine is not true, it is impossible to refute it. I never shall forget the alacrity with which [Dr] Johnson answered, striking his foot with mighty force against a large stone, till he rebounded from it: “I REFUTE IT THUS.” James Boswell, 1791. Urthona’s first release, I REFUTE IT THUS, contains three long tracks of primitive noise guitar freakouts inspired by the windswept-tor landscape of mighty Dartmoor, and a retort to the doom-laden cultural landscape of 21st century Britain. Despatching with the unnecessary trivia of song structure - no chorus except that of the dawn in Urthona’s worldview - I REFUTE IT THUS is a super-intense barrage of maxed-out ampage, coming on like Neil Young and Crazy Horse’s Arc noise collage mangled with a low generation audience recording of My Bloody Valentine at their most mental. Packaged in a unique organic fold-out cover plus inserts and highfalutin liner notes with nods to William Blake, Richard Jefferies and Walt Whitman, I REFUTE IT THUS features photography by Head Heritage boss-drude Julian Cope and design by Holy McGrail. Urthona urge you to take advantage of their incredibly useful feedback-laden West Country psychedelic free-noise garage metal sound. Play this loud music quiet as hell. |
Urthona“I Refute It Thus”Head Heritage, 2008HH22
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