Chris Watson has always worked with the weather. In his home studio in Newcastle, he compiles and composes his vast array of recordings, and from anywhere between his garden and the farthest corners of the globe he is busy collecting sounds from the natural world, often focusing on threatened environments.
Watson brings to our ears the things we otherwise might miss, and, more harrowingly, the things that might soon go missing. In this respect, it seems more than appropriate that, along with contemporary music ensemble Manchester Collective and Spanish film-maker Carlos Casas, he is involved ...
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