MAXEX37

FORMAT: EP

ARTIST: ÉPOQUE SELECTOR

TITLE: DOGMATIC IDEOLOGY VOL. 1

TRACKLISTING:

INTERIOR DESIGN (4:58)
PROTECTION FT. CAPTAIN MURPHY (2:07)
POINT YOURSELF OUT (7:16)
ABANDON THIS SELF (3:58)
SELF MYTHOLOGY (2:42)

PRODUCED AND MIXED BY ÉPOQUE SELECTOR EXCEPT FOR
‘INTERIOR DESIGN’ WHICH WAS MIXED AND FEATURES
ADDITIONAL PRODUCTION BY DAVE PLOWMAN

MASTERED BY: TONY PRICE FOR MAXIMUM EXPOSURE INC.

COVER ILLUSTRATION BY: JACK LLOYD

LAYOUT AND DESIGNS BY: TONY PRICE FOR MAXIMUM EXPOSURE INC.

EXECUTIVE: TONY PRICE FOR MAXIMUM EXPOSURE INC.

ALL INQUIRIES: CONTACT @MAXIMUMEXPOSUREINC.COM


MAXIMUM EXPOSURE INC. PRESENTS DOGMATIC IDEOLOGY VOL. 1, THE DEBUT RELEASE FROM ÉPOQUE SELECTOR.

ÉPOQUE SELECTOR IS THE LATEST PROJECT FROM MAXIMILIAN TURNBULL, WHO IS BEST KNOWN AS THE HEAD BOSS RINGLEADER OF THE BADGE ÉPOQUE ENSEMBLE.

WITH THIS PROJECT, TURNBULL HEADS INTO THE BASEMENT ALONE AND TURNS INWARD, PRIVILEGING TEXTURES, LOOPS AND GROOVES OVER HIS ENSEMBLE’S LABYRINTHINE ARRANGEMENTS, ELABORATE PRODUCTIONS AND IMPROVISATIONAL EXCURSIONS. THE RESULTING EXPERIMENTS FALL IN LINE WITH THE SPLICE-HAPPY PSYCHEDELIA OF THE MOTHERS OF INVENTION, JEAN-CLAUDE VANNIER’S CUT-UP FUNK EXPERIMENTS OF AND MADLIB AT HIS LOOPIEST.

TAKING A MORE SOLITARY APPROACH TO CREATION, YOU CAN ALMOST HEAR THE SELECTOR SLICING AND DICING IN REAL TIME AS HE WARPS AND BENDS BLUNTED FLUTE LOOPS, BUSTED DRUM BREAKS AND FLUTTERING TAPE ECHO SPECTERS INTO ABSTRACT SONIC SCULPTURES THAT MORPH BEFORE YOU LIKE SMOKE RIBBONS IN SLOW MOTION.

“INTERIOR DESIGN” IS A MASSIVE SLAB OF BLACK VELVET FUNK-CONCRÈTE FEATURING SCREWED-DOWN VOCAL NARRATION AND LILTING FLUTE LINES DANCING ATOP A FRACTURED SPLATTER OF FEEDBACK SWELLS, HARPISCHORD SHANKS, CLAVINET SHRAPNEL, AND PHASE-DAMAGED DRUMS. “PROTECTION” IS A BAROQUE SCI-FI EPIC IN MINIATURE THAT FINDS CAPTAIN MURPHY RETURNING FROM THE END-TIMES TO RELAY MYTHS OF THE NEAR FUTURE BEFORE A BACKDROP OF LASER-GUIDED STRING SYNTHS AND SINISTER PIANO LICKS. “POINT YOURSELF OUT” AND “ABANDON THIS SELF” EMERGE LIKE THICK CLOUDS OF CARTOON BLUNT SMOKE, THEIR SYRUPY FLUTE STATEMENTS, SAXOPHONE SOLOQUIES AND RUBBERY BASS QUOTES LINGERING IN NARCOTIC ECSTASY ABOVE YOU BEFORE THE MOTHERSHIP ARRIVES, TOUCHING DOWN AND OPENING ITS DOORS WHILE THE WARBLING SYNTH HORNS OF “SELF MYTHOLOGY” WELCOME YOU ABOARD TO TAKE YOU BACK HOME, WHEREVER THAT IS.