‘Wild Light’ is a 65daysofstatic that 65daysofstatic never thought they’d be. Wild Light is where the music leads. There is no order but chaos. It doesn’t matter what you think you know about 65daysofstatic, nothing you’ve heard is true in the now. All that matters is to listen. If it sings to you, let it. If it keeps you up all night, let it. If it repels you and must be exorcised from turntable or CD player, sent to trash, deleted, command Q for all time, fine.
No-one knows what is happening.
In the beginning, 65dos made records after slinging coffee and delivering mail, cleaning warehouses and typing copy. A lot of good music gets made that way. The surprise attack of ‘Fall of Math’ in 2004, ‘One Time for All Time’ like a spilt jigsaw in 2005, the undulating labyrinth of ‘The Destruction of Small Ideas’ in 2007. Slow burning success, uneven victory, stadium support slots and toilet tours in rapid succession, in parallel: nothing ventured, nothing gained. You've got to be in it to win it.
65dos like to think they get better with age. For every ten young cults with the element of surprise there are a few old ones, in the shadows, doing this forever, every day, all the time, failing harder and failing better, beyond the reach of the hype machines. Music is a wild curve, and if you think you know all there is to know, you’re cooked.
There is a lot of danger out there, ok?
Late era 65dos includes 2010's ‘We Were Exploding Anyway’ a concise, tough, inexplicable journey through the post-millennium guitar-synth hinterland via the faintest echoes of the North’s past glories. 2011’s crowd funded ‘Silent Running’ represents a brief foray into 1970’s sci-fi classicism, an alternative soundtrack to the film of the same name.
The eight tracks and fifty odd minutes contained on Wild Light were not written by 65dos as much as unmade by them. Unmade from vast blueprints, the open source data of four minds trying to scramble some semblance of meaning from unbalanced times. Doxxed dream protagonists and muscle amnesia.