REVIEWS:
"Grey Parkin "agenttisarja" on saanut odotettua jatkoa Three Notes on Stockholm Palindrome -levykäisen (267 lattajjaa, 2011, CD-R) muodossa. Lyhyehkön levyn kaksi ensimmäistä kappaletta eivät kuitenkaan sen suurempia riemunkiljahduksia aiheuta. Grey Park osaa tämänkaltaisen sähköisen huminan paremmin kuin moni muu, mutta tällä kertaa ei voi välttyä siltä ajatukselta, että samat huminat on kuultu jo useamman kerran aiemminkin. Kolmas raita "F.A.F.O.D." on kuitenkin melkoinen helmi; western-musiikkia, vaarallista elektroniikkaa ja epämääräinen tarina. Niillä eväin pärjää jo pitkälti." Ville Moskiitto

"Grey Park releases arrive like birthday cards with tenners in. Having said that Stockholm Palindrome doesn't surpass The Odyssey of Juri Gagarin [which came in an inverted coffee bean bag] or Planned Confusion [which was ... gasp, choke, a proper CD] it still manages to arrive covered in Finnish hoar frost though. These sparse deliveries from the Nordic climes are most welcome seeing as how I feel they convey the true spirit of the lone sonic adventurer - Yuri Gagarin was all Soviet radio broadcasts [in reverse], with star radiation pulse for company. Planned Confusion was lightly flecked experimental drone made with stuff kicking about on the floor. There was the odd single and cassette too but these two releases are the ones that are usually floating around here [mainly due to the fact that the coffee bag is so prominent].

Most GP releases have some kind of radio flicking going on in them, usually around the shortwave band, along with the feeling of having been stuck in a lonely house watching the snow come down. By treading a plank that wobbles between bedroom knob twiddler and art space pro Grey Park have managed to retain my interest over quite a number of years now.

Stockholm Palindrome's three tracks have a mild leaning towards Industrialism especially with an opening of heavy machinery drone in which a deeply buried generator fights it out with a buffeting wind. A mild aversion to all things Industrial is no bad thing indeed and Grey Park's daubing in the medium are fine things to indulge in. The needle stuck in a run out groove, the TV voices, the morose drones, tape reverse, air raid warnings, the lonely mariachi trumpet wail of the climax to Morricone's Fistful of Dollars soundtrack layered, looped and morphed into new weirdness and then a noisy burst before spoken voices, a madman singing, Diamanda Galas being strangled, all of it petering out like a dying Geiger counter. Chuck in some enigmatic track titles [M.2.T.2010, 2.2.T.P.A., F.A.F.O.D] and its another winner." Idwal Fisher

267 lattajjaa