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A sonic map of the artwork and the cosmos, this album, produced after two years Bothy staying forest based astronomical research, is at once funny, moving and informative.

Composed and engineered by Matthews from field recordings gathered all over the Galloway forest then processed using star data of regularly seen constellations, we also hear a breathless account of the Possil meteorite, (the only meteorite ever recorded in Scotland), a song about photons, a song about the depiction of the genitalia of humans on the Pioneer Plaque, and an ode to Neil Armstrong. The tunes were created using an Elka organ and fiddle together with the sonification of constellation data thus producing swathes of electroacoustic noise and textures, the whole work shifting from singing to hymnal pockets of throbbing space where scale is both tiny and boundless.

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released March 14, 2013

With cosmological lyrics written by McIntosh inspired by the likes of Hamish Imlach and Matt McGinn, it's a thrilling development in the long term collaboration of these undefinable artists.

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Track Name: Tae the muin
Ah see the Muin
and the Muin sees me,
wi ma butterfly stitches
at the A and E,
cos a lunatic crossed paths wi me
when the muin wis muckle and fu.'
The gazers ca'ed ye Lucifer,
yir big braw licht droont oot the stars,
but they showed us aw yir battlescars,
oh wit a pummel,
yi took fae aw they asteroids,
withoot a grumble.
Oh Muin,
you soulful silvery stane.
An orb tae wax,
a baw tae wane.
They broke bits aff ye and brought them hame,
and ah stood in a queue tae touch wan.
And you have touched me mony a nicht,
companion lantern, lunar wick,
the weary world bathed in yir licht,
feels hushed and altered.
Oh Muin yir burlin roon and roon,
tae hoist they oceans up and doon,
yir tidal friction sich a boon
tae life's potential.
we couldnae be withoot yi Muin,
sae influential.
And yet each year that passes by,
ye creep away fae gravity.
In billions oh years ye'll brek the tie tae gang awa.'
Ah doot there'll be a human e'e
oan Earth ablaw.
Ah see the Muin,
and the Muin sees me,
as ah plant ma seeds and howl.
In wan hawn ah've fist o' muck,
in the other a trowel.

Mandy McIntosh 2012
Track Name: Neil Armstrong's body
Neil Armstrong’s body is travelling home
to the sea so wet and blue
The seas on the moon are dry as bone
Our sea’s so wet and blue.

Neil Armstrong’s bones walked on the moon
His eyes looked back from there
His thumb covered earth and the earth was gone
And his eyes looked back from there

Neil Armstrong is a sailor
And he’s coming home
To the nautical world
We all came from
Neil Armstong was a spaceman
And he’s coming home
To the sea so wet and blue.

Mandy McIntosh. 2011
Track Name: Flying to the sun
Flying to the sun.

Year one, we begun
On the flight to the sun
In our supersonic ark
We embarked, hypothetical, magical, ethical,
cited statistical and mythical, lethal
We are flying to the sun in Concorde.

Year two, (it takes eight)
Tensions starting to grate
Human's fly for the Sun?
Does he have his hat on? Fifteen million degrees, he’s a he, we believe!
Eight years to the furnace, where cremation awaits us
We are flying to the sun in Concorde

Year three, now we ask
Are our wings glued with wax?
What’s the point in this measure,
A guide to a human imagining us, from our turf on the earth,
On a course to the source, a resistance to distance
We’re flying to the sun in Concorde

Year four, now we’re bored
Its not spacious, Concorde
Faces all looking wan
will be maimed by the flames of the solar exclaims
will be charred and scarred by that nuclear star
but we’re flying to the sun in Concorde

Year five, still alive
In this dive, this pigsty
Sweating and betting
On chickens and eggs and the pilots sore legs
Where’s the trolley? more jelly ! what else is on telly?
We’re flying to the sun in Concorde


Year six, evolution
Skeletons revolution
Speed of sound locomotion
so profound, solar bound, feel the fur on the ground
Radiation around, and our eyes they are blind
For we’re flying to the sun in Concorde


Year seven, in heaven
Our liveable oven
No-one talks no-one moves
No-one wears any shoes; we have hooves made of bins
and metallic skin, we’ve evolved to star kin
and we’re flying to the sun in Concorde.


Year eight, here we are,
We’ve arrived at the star
We are heatproof, aloof, and we look for sun food
With our brood of star babes that we birthed on the plane,
We got bored so we bred, and we grew different heads
When we flew to the sun in Concorde.

Mandy McIntosh 2011
Track Name: The people on the Pioneer plaque
The People on the Pioneer plaque.

To The Woman and The Man
(Just the man raised his hand)
That are scratched on a surface of gold
And united forever
Through space, interstellar,
so naked so outlined, so bold.

It was the wife of Carl Sagan
the woman who drew them,
cos no-one had thought to address,
the notion that others
space sisters and brothers
might stumble on mons veneris.

Carl made the suggestion,
a message from humans
should go with the Pioneer craft.
T'was the first man made item
to flee our sun’s system
to not say hello would be daft.

So there's her and there's him
the sign for hydrogen,
a map of the planets and pulsars.
There's Binary digits,
but here, wait a minute,
the woman is missing her vulva.

It was a bone of contention
a small line to mention
to avoid the offending of NASA.
But Carl later admitted
was a shame to omit it
Because NASA weren't bothered their arses.

So there's her and there's him
the sign for hydrogen,
a map of the planets and pulsars.
There's Binary digits,
but here, wait a minute,
the woman is missing her vulva.
Track Name: Himiko
HIMIKO

Himiko Him-I-ko
Early universe object oh
Your birth 800 million years ago
Old light transmitting
Named for an ancient shaman Queen
Which seems so fitting.

Broad primordial, matronly girth
Squatting midwife at galaxy birth
12.9 billion light years from earth
Old cloud queen glowing
Oh ancient wind from a stellar field
Your suns are teething

Heave your bulk
Release old gas,
Seat your great hulk down at last
Stir the hole, brew the black
Then lie beneath your
Cosmic thatch.

Mandy McIntosh 2011
Track Name: The biggest bomb you'll ever see
THE BIGGEST BOMB YOU' LL EVER SEE

Molecule by molecule
A vulture and a wigwam
Atom by atom
Awake when others sleep

New born photon
A red encyclopedia
Mili by metre
To the surface of the sun

Photons are created
people marching in a city
Photons path is twisted
And some are turning back

Atom by atom
The heat and light conducted
17 four zero Earth years
To the surface of the sun

Atom by atom
Do not look directly
Photons are created
A field, a tree, a gun

Atom by Atom
Conduction of the power
The biggest bomb you'll ever see
The light escapes the sun

40,000 tons of matter
Destroyed every second
Photons are created
And their journey has begun.


Mandy McIntosh 2012