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Album artwork for Abandon by Pharmakon
Album artwork for Abandon by Pharmakon

VEngineered by Sean Ragon of Cult of Youth at his self-built recording studio Heaven Street, Abandon is Pharmakon's first proper studio album and also her first widely distributed release. Unlike other experimental projects, Pharmakon does not improvise when performing or recording. She is concise and exact; each song / movement is linear with a clear trajectory. Perhaps more than any other style of music, noise is a genre almost exclusively dominated by male performers. Spin Magazine is apt to point out that her, "perfectionism might explain why her recordings are few and far between —a rarity in a scene where noise bros are want to puke out hour after endless hour of stoned basement jams into a limitless stream of limited-edition tapes. Her music may be as cuddly as a trepanning drill, but it's also just as precise: She glowers in measured silence as often as she shrieks, and every serrated tone cuts straight to the bone

Pharmakon

Abandon

Sacred Bones Records
Album artwork for Abandon by Pharmakon
LP +

£22.99

Black,White,Orange Starburst

Released 25/11/2022Catalogue Number

SBR99LPC2

Usually dispatched in 5-10 days

Pharmakon

Abandon

Sacred Bones Records
Album artwork for Abandon by Pharmakon
LP +

£22.99

Black,White,Orange Starburst

Released 25/11/2022Catalogue Number

SBR99LPC2

Usually dispatched in 5-10 days

VEngineered by Sean Ragon of Cult of Youth at his self-built recording studio Heaven Street, Abandon is Pharmakon's first proper studio album and also her first widely distributed release. Unlike other experimental projects, Pharmakon does not improvise when performing or recording. She is concise and exact; each song / movement is linear with a clear trajectory. Perhaps more than any other style of music, noise is a genre almost exclusively dominated by male performers. Spin Magazine is apt to point out that her, "perfectionism might explain why her recordings are few and far between —a rarity in a scene where noise bros are want to puke out hour after endless hour of stoned basement jams into a limitless stream of limited-edition tapes. Her music may be as cuddly as a trepanning drill, but it's also just as precise: She glowers in measured silence as often as she shrieks, and every serrated tone cuts straight to the bone