Fractal Meat cuts cassette and digital

Rebecca Lee’s Bredbeddle creates glacial plunderphonics for the no-audience underground. In her absurdist soundscapes, hypnotic locked grooves – fragments of laughing audiences, wheezing string quartets, liturgical voices and other sonic debris – drive deep drone immersion. Imagine a narcoleptic DJ Shadow cutting soundtracks for a slow-motion apocalypse, or a low-power junkyard rave-up in the twilight of the world. But where conventional plunderphonic or turntablist wisdom would crash out a succession of fast-paced edits to build a surrealistic kaleidoscope of fragments, Lee is more sparing. She uses a smaller number of sampled sources, with her stuttering loops occasionally providing a faltering rhythmic chassis for wider explorations – simple flute improvisations, gleaming extended tones, muted electronic farts – or sometimes just left alone to clank along in their disjointed charm.

Lee deploys her samples almost cackhandedly, often so roughly edited to seem like she is physically…