pingle pangle pefkin out now!

that's right. the 'pingle pangle' cdr is out now on pseudoarcana. This is what label boss Anthony Milton has to say about it:

Pefkin is the Scotland based solo project of Gayle Brogan (ex Electroscope member and owner/operator of the amazing Boa Melody Bar mailorder). Pingle Pangle is the 2nd album for this project and picks up where the similarly astonishing "Asa Nisi Masa" (Foxglove CDR) left off.
Pefkins music flows easily between swirling melodic psychedelic 'almost-pop' songs, tonal electronic experimentation through to eerie whispered ancient forest folk. Melodica, violin, percussion, guitar and voice are built up with a crystal clear use of delay and other effects to produce a fragile beautiful whole. Pefkin has been compared favouably with Nico and Alastair Galbraith. Such comparisons are well deserved.

Nice!

Also another review on the Robots and Electronic Brains website by Laurence Dillon:

Pefkin, Asa Nisi Masa (Foxglove) cdr On a night-out on the town you somehow walk through some un-noticed doorway and find yourself climbing a staircase as you follow some people somewhere, you’re separated from your friends but it doesn’t matter as you sink into a soft deep chair in a dark windowless room with the other invited guests. The lights go down and the show starts, ah it’s a magic lantern show and at first you smile indulgently, impressed with the anonymous operators dexterity. It’s very warm in here, stiflingly warm almost, and there’s a thick heavy perfume in the air. The sickly scent saturates the atmosphere and there’s a brief puzzlement before intoxication comes. A wheezing drone forms a shifting backdrop as the shadows seem to come alive and dance languidly amongst twinkling, glittering lights. Whispered echoes caress your ears whilst a baleful song is sung by the saddest shadow of them all, you feel that you could reach out and touch it but something tells you that if you did ruin everything – meanwhile the show concludes rather strangely with a lullaby. The audience disperses and the cold air outside eventually causes your head to clear, but too late as now you can’t remember just exactly where you’ve been or how you’d get back there again.