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안국 (Anguk) is based around a single unedited field recording made near Anguk Station, Seoul, South Korea in April 2016. The sounds of construction work on an office block opposite the Jogyesa buddhist temple are layered with electric guitar, synthesizers, effects pedals and treated recordings of two antique bronze poong-gyung – Korean temple bells from a nearby street market. The photographs used for the inserts show fragments of the same area including the temple, urban architecture, lotus lanterns and cherry blossom.

Released on limited edition 3″ CDR by Courier Sound, 13 November 2017. Also available digitally.

Released by courier sound – couriersound.bandcamp.com

Written and produced by Wil Bolton, 2017
Performed on korean temple bells, electric guitar, electronics and environmental sounds recorded in Anguk-dong, Seoul, South Korea

Mastered by Ed Rome
Calligraphy by Soo Lee
Photography by Wil Bolton

Thanks to Soo, Ed, Stu and all at Courier Sound.

Reviews

“Wil Bolton has been popping up on these pages throughout the decade, gracing our ears with his ambient and textural explorations of time and space. His field recordings and associated drones create a sonic postcard that captures a particular moment, the way film captures light and your mind learns her perfume. On his latest 21-minute single track for an Essex based micro-label Courier, Bolton wraps the sounds from a single unedited field recording, made near Anguk Station in Seoul, South Korea (hence the Korean title, 안국) with the gentle tones of his layered guitar, synths, and the din of the two antique bronze poong-gyung (Korean temple bells from a nearby street market). There is a stark contrast in the sounds on this record as the meditative ambiance of the Jogyesa Buddhist temple is pierced through with the harshness of construction work on an office block on the other side of the street. But at the heart of this piece is the contemplation on a sound itself, and whether or not the jagged roughness of a broken wall, a hammer cling, or a rip through a wooden panel is in itself an irksome sound, or if it’s only our own association with its origin, as heard through a sonic lens within our always judging mind. Let’s meditate on that.” – Headphone Commute