As we pick our way through the scurf and scree of the modern world, outraged and numbed at every turn, we can maybe agree that Russell Haswell’s new record, Let It Go, is a useful corrective and something of an unlikely balm. Here, with Haswell at the controls, we are just living in a world of shit, some of us are in the gutter but looking at the kerb, we’ve just roasted an Alsatian’s leg in our thirtieth-floor apartment, and so on.
Let It Go is a total heap of noise and openly addresses the listener as such. That’s the record’s narrative, and its liberation; our irritating anthropological longings to join the dots or see patterns can do one. Opening track, ‘Exit Downwards’ is a recording of an old, forgotten overheating generator doing its own…