Too Many Voices Andy Stott

• 4th  Album  from  Andy  Stott,  a  follow-­up  to  2014’s  Faith  In  Strangers,  once again  featuring  vocal  contributions  from  Alison  Skidmore

• Fourth  World  pop  variants  joining  the  dots  between  Haruomi  Hosono  & Ryuichi  Sakamoto,  Newworldaquarium,  Ruff  Sqwad  and  Theo  Parrish

• Mastered  by  Matt  Colton  at  Alchemy

• Faith  in  strangers  featured  in  numerous  end-­of-­year  lists  for  2014,  including album  of  the  year  at  Resident  Advisor

Too Many Voices is the fourth album from Andy Stott, a follow-‐up to 2014’s Faith in Strangers. It was recorded over the last 18 months and sees a diverse spectrum of influences bleed into 9 tracks that are as searching as they are memorable. The album draws for inspiration from the fourth-‐world pop of Japan’s Yellow Magic Orchestra as much as it does Triton-‐fuelled Grime made 25 years later. Somewhere between these two points there’s an oddly aligned vision of the future that seeps through the pores of each of the tracks. It’s a vision of the future as was once imagined; artificial, strange and immaculate. Full of possibilities. The album opens with the harmonised, deteriorating pads of the opening Waiting For You and arcs through to the synthetic chamber-‐pop of the closing title track, referencing Sylvian & Sakamoto’s Bamboo Houses as much as it does the ethereal landscapes of This Mortal Coil and Dead Can Dance. In between, the climate and palette constantly shift, taking in the midnight pop of Butterflies, the humid, breathless House of First Night and the endlessly cascading Forgotten. Longtime vocal contributor Alison Skidmore features on half the tracks, sometimes augmented by the same simulated materials; voicing the dystopian breakdown on Selfish, at others surrounded by beautiful synth washes, such as on the mercurial Over, or the dreamy, neon-‐lit New Romantic. It’s all far removed from the digital synthesis and the abstracted intricacies that define much of the current electronic landscape. The same cybernetic palette is here implanted into more human form; sometimes cold, but more often thrumming with life.