White Noise has a relentless pulse at its center. White Noise, a song that sounds as though it is transmitting straight from inside of Gaz Coombes's creative engine room
It starts with a heartbeat covered in static; Angel's doorway creaks open to reveal a world where stress turns into rhythm and texture takes the place of song
It started with a bell rather than with a bang. Like an extraterrestrial signal, the Yamaha DX7's crystalline chime arose in 1983, a cold breeze slipping through the window of rock's analogue warmth.