The Atlantic Manor is the alias of one R. Sell. Born in the wake of the early 90's lo-fi explosion albums such as WHEN I AM A VIKING, THE HATE WE GET GOING, THE DESPERATE VIBE OF EMOTIONAL DEVASTATION and FAILING BY THE SECOND exile the listner to a world of sorrow, isolation, turmoil, and loss. A place where the dark side of the human condition is forever on display.
Minimalist dirges and stark fractured songs combined with traditional song craft, shardes of feedback and somber confessional lyrics have become a trademark. Fans of the off-kilter sect will find a new Champion in THE ATLANTIC MANOR. With each new release, R. Sell continues to slowly carve his own unique niche within the underground community.
Flourishing in obscurity and flying well below the
indie-rock radar, THE HATE WE GET GOING is the second release by THE ATLANTIC MANOR.
DO TOO RECORDS
8321 SW 30 ST
MIAMI FL 33155
SCHUELL
This is a one man solo project, that is all at once enigmatic, brooding, moody, swaying, disconcearning, palpable, credible, willing, relentless, pioneering and distinct. Having noted these things, one should understand it is a labor of love. It makes for a great introspect if nothing else. Feedback drenched and performance art influenced no doubt. Truly unique in that sense. Self described as 'Flying well below the indie-rock radar', and I would have to whole-heartedly agree.
DEVIL IN THE WOODS # 3.1
Reverberated slide guitar drones and dark lyricism affect sensations between full-on psychotic episodes and drunken contemplation and end up sounding like experimental blues heard while overdosing on mandrax.
ROCTOBER #29
Outsider DIY recording triumphs that combine the best of bedroom home taping with unique, humid southern sensibilities, mixed in the darkest corners of a mind filled with more ideas that standard vocabulary allows it to express.
HELD LIKE SOUND #7
The Atlantic Manor explores the world of minimalism and noise within lo-fi indie rock. A pleasant mix of melodic guitar lines, distorted field recordings, droning melodies and drums that wouldn't sound out of place on a Velvet Underground record.
READY SET...AESTHETIC #004
While lo-fi is a term that gets thrown around kind of loosely, I think that it is safe to label THE ATLANTIC MANOR as such.. They seem to revel in simple, sometimes created on the spot compositions. The songs are led by guitar work that are by no means elaborate, adequate drumming, and vocals, well, let's just say the vocals take a little getting used to. To put it simply, it is all just a little bit left of center. I mean this in a good way, kind of like an Aunt that can't remember the names of farm animals. You know? They're just not quite right but in an incredibly endearing way. It's easy to imagine whoever is behind THE ATLANTIC MANOR (I am guessing it's just one guy) sitting in a small apartment, with nothing but a folding chair, a guitar and a four track, endlessly putting songs to tape, occasionally pausing to pet his cat, which is most likely named after a mythological character. I don't mean to trivialize what this band is all about, not at all. In fact it's the music that really gets your mind wondering, wondering what the hell is going on and what it's all about. Fans of Smog or maybe Lou Barlow's stranger moments will enjoy this. You should write to them, I think they'd like to hear from you (no really).
SPANKZINE
Slow and deliberate, The Atlantic Manor play the bedroom blues, loading it with oppressive guitar work, a troubled tale or two and haunting samples. Raw and personal expressions of sadness are matched only by the deft displays of anger. This one is not easy to shake off, and the effects are visceral. - Matt
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