The Quietened Bunker is an exploration of the abandoned and/or decomissioned Cold War installations which lie under the land and that would have acted as selectively populated refuges/control centres if the button was ever pushed; a study and reflection on these chimeric bulwarks and the faded but still present memory of associated Cold War dread, of which they are stalwart but mouldering symbols.
The album travels from field recording subterranean ambience to paranoid industrial distortion via radiophonic inflected electronica and elegaic end of days sequences, featuring work created by Keith Seatman, Grey Frequency, A Year In The Country, Panabrite, Polypores, Listening Center, Time Attendant, Unknown Heretic (The Owl Service/The Straw Bear Band) and David Colohan (United Bible Studies);
Released as part of the A Year In The Country project, a set of year long journeys through and searching for an expression of an underlying unsettledness to the bucolic countryside dream; an exploration of an otherly pastoralism, a wandering amongst subculture that draws from the undergrowth of the land, the patterns beneath the plough, pylons and amongst the edgelands.
Release date: 15th August 2016. Pre-order 1st August 2016.
I’ve been down one of those bunkers!
When I was about eight or nine, this must have been. My dad was a journalist - he found out that this odd low-lying concrete structure in the middle of a cow pasture about a mile from our house in Berkhamsted was actually the closed-up entrance to an abandoned Nuclear Monitoring Post - and scented a good story. Managed to get it open and we climbed down there. The ladder was like one of those you get on the outside of a silo or inside of the turret of a submarine. At the bottom was a rather confined chamber, with bunks and loads of sandbags. There might have been some other paraphernalia down there - gas masks, maybe. What I do remember vividly is the shaft of summer light coming down the stairwell and the dust motes irradiated in it.
I think my dad campaigned successfully to have it filled in as a danger to kids (which it wasn't really - it was far from easy to open). A shame really, but doubtless he was trying to drum up more stories for the Gazette.
This post updated and amended following Julian Bond (in comments) finding an entry on this very monitoring post / bunker at Subterranean Britannica! Rather than my fantasy of local bigwigs hunkered in the bunker, it seems this particular kind of shelter was for Royal Observer Corps personnel to monitor radiation levels and blast damage following a nuclear attack, reporting the information to headquarters so they could keep track of the scale of devastation as it varied regionally and assess the ongoing viability of the area. But I believe there were provisions elsewhere for officials and administrative people to be sheltered so as to preserve a skeleton form of government across the country after a nuclear war. Possibly a bit less poky.
Update August 2nd
Well, this is an odd one. Just went on a holiday trip to Dorset – to an area called Purbeck (Swanage, Studland Bay,Corfe Castle etc) where we holidayed as kids in the late sixties, early seventies. A hauntological pilgrimage / grief mini-vacation in so far as my sister-in-law + niece + nephew and my mother go there every year to visit the place where we scattered my brother’s ashes: Dancing Ledge, his favorite place in the world. But this was my first time going back since 2010, the year of scattering.
On my final day there - after making the challenging climb down to Dancing Ledge - we went for lunch to the famous Square and Compass pub in Worth Matravers, and on the drive there, lo and behold, I peeked out the window and spied an Underground Nuclear Monitoring Post
Tim, my late brother, was - as discussed above - obsessed with these bunkers and its presence here can't have escaped his notice. Quite possibly this observation post was the very one that retriggered his awareness of their existence - awoke the memory of the one in the field not far from our house in Berkhamsted - and launched him into the obsession.
He used to go to this area of Dorset every year with his family to camp or stay in a cottage - mostly camp, mostly at the exact same site. This ritual reenactment seemed to relate to idyllic memories of childhood and possibly represented for him the kind of childhood he aimed to provide his kids. Rather than the the childhood he himself had, which was stormy - but with a few bright spots. Like the vacations in the Swanage area.