The Advisory Circle
Mind How You Go (Revised Edition)

(To Mark Fischer)

A very 70s sensation, the quieter Cluster, the quieter Neu...

Or, almost like a kind of morning freshness suspended between Arcadia and modernity, a light version of Kraftwerk...

With something strangely sinister, strangely happy.

And, moreover, a hint of incongruity, a hint of humor. A sort of "pleasant discomfort," as someone wrote.

An adherence to the background, to what doesn't demand attention except in certain moments and stands out and reveals itself in a sweet convergence with the ordinary that, despite itself, brushes against magic.

The present settling on the past, returning to childhood obsessions that, having remained beneath the surface, now radiate into a melancholic idea of a missed future.

The future, after all, is nothing but a ghost.

With the uncanny that, in certain moments, goes to the extreme. As if a strange Morse alphabet were decrypting the dark side of order, the nascent crackling of anxiety.

At the beginning of the album, a voice says "Advisory circle will give you the right advice," and it sounds almost like a parody of control...

Control, putting things in order. Only then things never actually get in order, and what should be reassuring is more unsettling than the unease itself.

I mentioned the kraut rockers, but maybe that's just my impression. The whole Advisory affair, in fact, is intertwined with much stranger references: the weird suggestions of a then rather visionary TV, the early fracturing of reality, and, most surprisingly, the fascination with the anonymous, the functional, the ordinary...

Music for elevators, everyday objects, technical test transmissions, public service announcements, library music.

After all, our Advisory Man is someone who, as a boy, was enchanted watching the vinyl spin on the turntable. The contrast of the small logo circle with the black all around, in fact, referred to him as "something very elegant"...

And very elegant, dear sirs, is also this album...