TIME MACHINES II
‘Time Machines’ is the name of the 1998 album by the band and archangels of KHAOS ‘Coil’. It has four tracks, the names of which are taken from experimental new psychedelic drugs they had been sent by international chemists for their investigation and inspiration in their recreational work. At over twenty minutes “4-Indolol, 3-[2-(Dimethylamino)Ethyl], Phosphate Ester: (Psilocybin)” is the last track on the album.
The album was intended to distort time for the listener. Through trial and error with the manipulation of synthesisers, samplers and other assorted gizmos ‘n’ gear the band arranged sounds that would displace or ‘slide’ time. There are no melodies, beats or obvious structure to any of the four tracks, just sounds, drones to be precise (in music, a drone is a harmonic or monophonic effect or accompaniment where a note or chord is continuously sounded throughout most or all of a piece).
The album was released under the name ‘Time Machines’ to dispel any preconceptions of the listener.
The album was very well received and some reviews were even published years before its release it was so effective in its goals.
The band had not played live in any serious context until ‘Time Machines’ was released. Coil played London’s Royal Festival Hall in a show entitled “The Industrial Use Of Semen Will Revolutionise The Human Race” on 2nd April 2000. The reaction to that show encourage more touring and live performances right up until The End.
Coil disbanded in 2004 after the untimely death of founding member Jhonn Balance.
As with a substantial amount of their output there is a harsh element to the ‘Time Machines’ album, yet Coil were a lot less ‘harsh’ than their predecessors ‘Throbbing Gristle’, and band member Peter Christopherson later solo work would be the antithesis of harsh. Christopherson’s final albums before his death in 2010 would be of an unparallel beauty of light and peace. His bizarre and intriguing arrangements and configuration of equipment and sounds would remain a constant but the sound being created was sheer love, be it forlorn, unrequited or an abundance of & indulgent feast, there was an innate harmony that evoked peace to his solo work.
It is during this period he wrote and recorded ‘Time Machines II’. Peter died suddenly in 2010 aged just 55.
‘TIME MACHINES II’ is released tomorrow, 31st January 2014.
Quote from Sleazy’s Blog
Friday, April 16, 2010
“… I have begun to develop and build (with the help of various lone inventors, military technicians, circuit bending specialists, cabinet makers, and antiquarians, dotted around obscure corners of the globe) the musical instruments I plan to use on Time Machines II – Perhaps it should be called Time Machines Legacy, or something similar, since it will use technology not invented when we released Time Machines…
Posted by sleazybkk at 12:51 AM
SLEAZY’S custom made instruments can be viewed here.
Danny Hyde was Christopherson’s collabator/accomplance on his solo recordings and reimaginings of COIL tracks in his final years & without whom the world would be a less colourful place. http://www.auralrage.com/
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Update From Threshold
‘Unfortunately there has been a further delay due to an imperfection in the pewter casting. We are currently in the process of having the pewter cast for a third time.
We apologise for any disappointment caused, and hope you understand that we’re trying to make this piece as special as it deserves to be.
They should be with us in a fortnight and will be dispatched immediately.
Time Machines II Specifications:
The USB will contain 7 tracks; 24-bit AIFF-C files (as originally delivered).
Running Time: Approx. 73 Minutes
The USB is Wooden. The Case is Pewter. The Pouch is Leather.’
March 25, 2014 at 4:27 pm
…was my suggestion to Jimmy Page for the title of the album Led Zeppelin later called Presence (an infinitely less interesting variation, without the multiple meanings, in my view).
However, as I get older, it becomes clear that the old adage “Be Here Now” is a wise one. The present moment, though only a single fold-in-time away from what has gone before and is yet to come, is the only moment that really matters.
Time Machines remains one of the Coil album’s about which I get the most mail. Despite its lack of melody or lyrics, its Power lies in the way it Changes the State of the listener.
Usually our elected authorities try to discourage, tax beyond reason, or even forbid outright, the average citizen from having control of his own State.
Pictures, moving or otherwise, that Change the State of the viewer are tightly controlled, not to mention the ingestion of unprescribed or unlicensed substances, even if you picked, grew or synthesised them yourself.
Even unregulated religious or physical practices, straying too far from the safety of the middle of “the bell-curve” of what’s currently considered acceptable, are frowned upon, and often illegal.
So far, few have identified the potential of sound as a possible Changer of State (other than chanting Holy Men of all creeds across the aeons), and of course the Military (see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sonic_weapon) if you need more.)
The last few years have seen me becoming more interested in changing state (legally obviously) not as a route to intoxication, leading to loss of Awareness of the Present Moment, but as way of opening doors to new visions, capabilities and knowledge. – Sleazy
March 27, 2014 at 5:37 pm
Beware, extreme caution advised, this product does more than what it claims. Although this is not yet released, here, now, it will be soon and people should be made aware of ‘side effects’ of such use. I had to be hospitalised next weekend due to use of this USB. This wooden USB so carefully manufactured and packaged in pewter and leather. This ‘Time Machine II’, and the strange sounds and evocation there in. Next weekend I put it in to my amplifier and pressed play (I was there before now you see). After some ‘time’ playing this ‘music’ I blacked out, some time later I simply fell to the floor. I was covered in blood and paint, too much blood to be my own, and a mustardy yellow paint so luminous I could not imagine from where it came or where it could possibly be used. Off to hospital for a check up, my brain ached ached. Slowly the lost time during the blackout came back to me.
Now some time later I can recall the trip there in some detail. Stepping out of my kitchen, opening the fridge door and receiving an olive ticket numbered 1891 from the sleeve gartered green eyeshadeed clerk, I jumped at the sudden strange syncopated rhythmic clacking of steel on steel, I looked to the draining board but the colours distracted me, vivid and vibrant like from some mild hallucinatory truffle. Outside the window my garden became a landscape rushing by. The carriage swayed violently and shook me out of my daydream. I had been staring at reflections but suddenly I seen clear through to the view. Wild and rich. Immense. Enough to inspire any sane person to stick an easel under one arm, a canvas under the other, and loaded with paints and brushes try capture its immense splendour in a frame.
All in all my journey was brief but that afternoon and the events that evening which I was involved in have left me frightened, or shaken at least, and extremely weary to try the USB and said ‘music’ again. See I was caught in the middle of a scuffle, it was just rough horse play and overzealous posturing between the two of them at first but quickly became aggressive and vengeful and on noticing how rough it was becoming he withdrew, out of fear, out of pride, or out of common sense, he withdrew. They had been philosophers all afternoon, wining and dining on the wonders of existence, but now they stood in all their acquired dishevelled glory. A life time of knocks and knocks apparent and frighteningly obvious to even the most drunken of fools. Regardless of his appearance and obvious ill health his composure was unshaken, though determined he was steadfast in his cool demeanour, his voice stern yet concerned, a slight quiver as he gently moved forward, hands out stretched, making it obvious he was unarmed and did not want an escalation of the situation he once again found himself in. ‘Please Paul, put it away, please Paul, you do not want to do this, please Paul.’ He reminded his friend he was not the enemy, he reminded him of his slight stature, half of his friends hefty girth and it would not benefit him to be embroiled in a physical fight, he reminded him too of the depth of his friendship to date, hadn’t he put his reputation on the line in covering up for him. ‘Paul’ he whispered, ‘I covered for you with claims of self mutilation, what more could you ask of somebody whom you had just attacked with a sword and injured so horrifically, I got you off from a humiliating trial and guarantee of a custodial sentence, and at what cost to myself, my sanity has been called into doubt by the whole town and the relevance of my work undermined because of such, Paul, please, put down the gun.’ He was as gentle and calm as a father with his new born son. ‘I empathise with you my friend on every level, my intellect is vast and I consider deeply, every facet of my humanity cries out for you, the deep grey sigh my soul is giving for you is constant since you arrived and confided your insecurities and shame, your perfectly normal human feelings, the inadequacies and guilt we all feel.’ Vincent inched forward through the settling dust, the scuffle ended abruptly as I entered the small yellow room, not because of my presence but because of the sudden emergence of the gun. Paul held it in both hands, arms crooked under the weight and shaking, presumably from the Absinthe and strain. ‘Your daughter’s birthday was yesterday and you missed it’ said Vincent almost accusingly, ‘you were forced into leaving her, it is not entirely your fault’, ‘entirely my own fault?’ boomed Paul, eyes wild to the walls all covered in twisted and contorted images of simple interiors, the very same room he was now in, depicted in the picture all contorted, more the flowers radiant and extreme, other trees twisted reaching and the night sky spiralling, igniting at the vortex tip bright and starry. The confusion obvious, the fear controlled, but only through the strength gained from the anger, ‘you convinced me to come back here Vincent, I left my family, you encouraged me to abandon my life to fulfil your empty vacuous existence, you are a cretin and a armature, you paint like a child, you have no sense of reality, your painting is that of a infant and you use your miserable existence and all there endured to explain depth to images that are plain, you Vincent must pay, and I the great Gauguin am here to rid you of your pitiful meanderings and rid the world of more of your frightening nursery doodles, I will shoot you Vincent, I am going to shoot you’.
Vincent remained steely calm in appearance and whispered ‘I am sorry Paul, I am so sorry for you, and I am sorry I did not report you for cutting off my ear – if only to save you from this now and for all time having to live with the fact you shot and killed me. I am an innocent Paul, you know that, I am not your daughter, I am not a rival, you are the master, I am just Vincent’.
The room for me was swirling too, the smell of paints and toxic cleaners, the smashed bottle of absent, it’s contents burning up the wall bright green, almost fantastical in its translucency, the canvas’ it burned on to take on a whole other level of distorted wonder as the flame and globules of paint merge and slide and tumble and melt, the stream runs slow and vicious off the recently stretched canvas and becomes a shimmering green lake of fire and wonder on the uneven dusty and straw strewn flag stones, a tiny landscape emerges at the foot of the bed complete with livestock as coach roaches scuttle from the flames. The upturned chair and the crooked painting on the wall mirror each other in this topsy turvy world. ‘I am going to shoot you now Vincent, resolve yourself to that fact, I am going to shoot you now’. ‘Please Paul, you do not want to have to live with this for the rest of your life, it will haunt you no matter how far you run.’ There was no fear in Vincent. He was trying to mind his friend. ‘The good it will do is immeasurable Vincent, you will be gone, it will only be me, the great Gauguin, you have already told everyone you cut off your own ear and now they will easily believe you went and shot yourself too…’ Gauguin hesitated, as if he was removed from the scenario, as if he was a witness to events unfolding as I was, relief spilled over me, the moment lasted eternality until the shot. Bang. Or more like a pop with a ‘ka’. KAP. Vincent fell. He stared straight ahead into the abyss, into his friends face. ‘Please Paul, promise me, let this moment, this time of new year, this time of your estranged, your abandoned daughter’s birthday, let my death, be, in the future to you, a pleasant distraction from such, let it alleviate your guilt, have a moment in time on me, look on this like a landscape, just before spring, desolate but brimming with potential of re-growth and let it blossom in your heart Paul, take this moment this time of year in years to come and savour it, a distraction from your woes, please Paul, for a friend, his dying wish, take this moment as you would save cerise Chrysanthemum in Autumn from the frost, take this moment inside, picture it in your soul, frame it in your heart Paul, please Paul, hang it in your mind’s eye just like a still life.’
Paul of course had dropped the gun and left, Vincent’s words spent, Vincent’s life spent, his reputation confirmed, mad man. Paul walked straight by me as if I was not there, but he gruffed as he bumped passed and on down the stairs off into the night and on to God knows where. I helped Vincent up. He was already only semiconscious. ‘Dawn, let me capture one last dawn, that purple eludes me, I know I can distil it this morn, I know what I was missing Paul, please Paul, help me capture the dawn.’ I did not tell him Paul had left. I draped an arm over my shoulder and took his slight and limp, frail and bony body to the field out back where he dissolved in light and I abruptly fell to the kitchen floor bloodied and sore. I cannot remember any of the music off the ‘Time Machines II’ USB, and I do not plan to reacquaint myself with it again anytime soon. There is a time and a place for most things, but when you are uncertain about the time and place you are only left with the certainty of things.
April 10, 2014 at 2:25 pm
I played two of the shorter tracks last night and ended up in Courtmacsherry in the south of Ireland for a short time during Spring 1984. Nothing interesting happened.
April 10, 2014 at 2:59 pm
‘Time Machines’ came with two links inside.
June 20, 2014 at 3:47 pm
Hahahahaha-funny-really funny x
April 14, 2014 at 11:27 am
…And the clocks waits so patiently on your song…
Dearest TMII purchasers,
We have been made aware of an unfortunate audio glitch in the first track of Time Machines II.
We have decided that we need to manufacture new USB parts for all orders.
If you have already received your copy of Time Machines II we will send out the new USB part and there is no need to return your order to us.
We expect the new parts to be with us in 3 weeks, at which point we will fulfil all orders as quickly as possible.
We sincerely apologise for this frustrating set of circumstances.
Thank you for your continued patience and understanding.
April 19, 2014 at 8:49 pm
I hope it’s not recorded using circuit bent instruments. That would be a bit cheesy and sound dated already. I guess I’ll find out when the USB arrives… hopefully this year.
June 19, 2014 at 11:24 am
I have heard apparently – TM2 was made on iPad, Computer, Sleazy’s unique custom built Instruments and Mac….
With the intention – ‘To do something good with your mind, unlike first TM to fuck up your mind…’
Some instruments have not yet been photographed and published like Military Technicians which comes in a military box or the gadget that turns light in to sound.
Unkle’s Sleazy Box No.2
The World Frost
Sleazy used some of these unique instruments during the last X-TG shows.
(Apparently everything now belong to Threshold House)
I have not as yet come across any list of equipment or unreleased scripts, film or music left in the wake of the demise of the late great Mr Peter ‘Sleazy’ Christopherson.
I personally would like Danny Hyde to complete, mix, master, whatever, any unfinished sketches Sleazy may have left behind. The proximity in which Danny Hyde has worked with Sleazy over many many projects and many many years make him the most logical choice to faithfully produce completed final works and I believe he and perhaps Ivan Pavlov hold the key to successfully delivering a serious collection that would appease fans whom may be dubious about future releases and their legitimacy. The fact a percentage of profits from TMII after the cost of production are going to Sleazy’s charity is a wonderful thing and is a touching tribute, hopefully there are many many more similar projects to come to fruition in the not too distant future that will help keep Sleazy’s legacy alive, fans interested and the Charities funded to continue doing trojan works for children. http://www.thaistudentcharity.org
July 1, 2014 at 10:37 pm
Mine arrived yesterday. The packaging is certainly very nice. With the complications in the production process along the way, it has been well worth the wait to get this right. If you are a perfectionist, this will please.
As far as sound is concerned, well, I am still on my first listen. It does come across as cheaper sounding in comparison to the original Time Machines. The sound sources here are lo-fi unlike the predecessor, but I’ll need to listen to this many times to obtain a more accurate opinion.
The original Time Machines made a huge impression on me years ago and I doubt anything could improve on that. I have no regrets ordering this though. It’s a beautiful object and you can see the love in it.
May 29, 2014 at 9:20 am
June 17, 2014 at 4:15 pm
Apparently TMII will finally be despatched before the end of June 2014.
June 20, 2014 at 9:32 am
Mine arrived this morning, thanks all. X
June 20, 2014 at 9:40 am
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Finally, Time’ has converged with me.
September 6, 2014 at 6:12 pm
December 16, 2015 at 9:01 pm
It is most definitely unfinished.
It is unmixed. All faders are up.
It is intriguing and inspirational.
September 6, 2017 at 1:03 pm
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November 6, 2018 at 4:47 pm
from my correspondence with a colleague of Peters…
Sleazy focus on TM2 to be on USB stick because of CD format can’t handle the quality
There are only unfinished projects(lots). TM2 is the last project I found on his computer, at first I thought it was a demo/unfinished music, he never say anything to me about TM2. all I know is he have to release it in next year (before he’s gone)
TM2 is kinda secret, I thought he haven’t start yet, I work with him from 11AM-5PM never heard anything like TM2 before, last thing I heard is he’s doing something for Nine Inch Nails so I guess he make music at night and morning which is kinda strange for me 🙂
TM2 were made on iPad and Computer with Sleazy Instruments and Mac. This time he design to “do something good with your mind” unlike first TM to fuck up your mind LOL (I’m not sure what he really said, this is what i remember)
Like those article you sent me, you’ll never know anything. even me sit next to him everyday I’ve no idea he already start TM2.
UnkleSleazy Instruments look fancy isn’t it? Some never been taken a photo before like military technicians from the article you sent (it come in a military box tho) or the gadget that turns light in to sound. Unkle’s Sleazy box no.2 (the artwork of TM2), the world frost or the peacemaker not sure. Sleazy first show this instrument in last TG live (I think you already seen on youtube) after the show I never see these instruments ever again noweverything belong to …
Some of the photos we talked about – https://www.flickr.com/photos/pacmasaurus/