Peace Burial At Sea formed somewhere not so long ago. The northern hemisphere. The twenty-first century.

Like spiritual Stateside cousins …And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead or Slint, Peace Burial At Sea exist on the periphery – of sound, of society, of the imagination. The ghost of cocaine Bowie lingers in their paranoid post-cyber punk, art-dub debut opus This Is Such A Quiet Town, as do Spaceman 3, The Aphex Twin, PiL, Mogwai. The overall effect is like 2001: A Space Odyssey as scored by Ian Curtis, or maybe a post-hardcore ‘Ziggy Stardust’ or…or…or…

Peace Burial At Sea exist in a world where cameras track our every movement in our rat-infested holes. This is the domain of Aldous Huxley, Jeff Noon, Stanley Kubrick - where paranoia is worn as a badge of pride, artificial lights illuminate shadowy secrets and everything rattle with an amphetamine comedown. Heat censors freeze-frame every frosted breath, neurosis is the only true narcotic, a McMeal the only sustenance in the city tonight. Forget ‘1984’ - this is 2004 and Big Brother has you bent double as Orwell spins in his grave. Things are a whole lot worse than we ever could have imagined.

Peace Burial At Sea don’t play gigs – they take spaces and fill them with people and sound and stimulants. Shows played in secret locations during 2003 across the north of England are still being talked about in wide-eyed hushed tones.

Peace Burial At Sea welcome all remixers to reinterpret their work: www.peaceburialatsea.co.uk

‘Peace Burial At Sea’ is also a painting by JMW Turner (1774-1851)