LEAVING OSCAR McCLURE

You're a kid. You like sweets. You know it'll give you Salmonella (or at least that's what yer mother says), but you want to eat the dough. Forget the oven, the baking, the "cookie" itself, bring on the gritty paste - the texture is so much unlike the traditionally desired product and who stands for that?

Now you're an adult. You know you probably won't get any killer disease from eating the raw dough, seeing as your immune system is all go, but you still want the satisfaction of the cookie itself, the fresh-out-of-the-oven shit. This reminds you of back then when you were forced to delight in the baked product, but it also reminds you of how eating the uncooked dough is still a fantastic and divine yet somehow devilish undertaking...

Cue experimental percussionist Oscar McClure. Dude's somewhere in the middle of these processes, offering up a huge and sugary slab of beat morsels, recordings, etc from which he will presumably apply various Holiday-themed cookie cutters (not in the sense of cookie-cutter-as-standardized, or course) to isolate certain aspects, moods, gems, pieces, circles, crystals - some with more chips, some more oats, some with leftover dark brown sugar clumps.

This batch-in-progress will make up McClure's debut record, out sometime soon on Leaving Records. Enjoy the parts as a whole now. I can only imagine how the finished products will sound.





Oscar McClure - Augusting