Dial F for Frankenstein | id

At 0150 GMT on December 1, 1975, every telephone in the world started to ring. A quarter of a billion people picked up their receivers, to listen for a few seconds with annoyance or perplexity. Those who had been awakened in the middle of the night assumed that some far-off friend was calling, over the satellite telephone network that had gone into service, with such a blaze of publicity, the day before. But there was no voice on the line; only a sound, which to many seemed like the roaring of the sea; to others, like the vibrations of harp strings in the wind. And there were many more, in that moment, who recalled a secret sound of childhood-the noise of blood pulsing through the veins, heard when a shell is cupped over the ear. Whatever it was, it lasted no more than twenty seconds. Then it was replaced by the dial tone. [email protected].

“Like Dive Dive’s sharp-elbowed precision-punk mixed up with Radiohead’s most rockingest outings, Dial F are full of subtlety and complexity but make a most pleasing racket.” - Nightshift Magazine
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"Supergrass through a tunnel of grunge." - Quickfix Recordings

"...awesome ..." - Tim Bearder, BBC Oxford Introducing

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