The simply titled 19.4.96 is a recording of the first live outing of Pumice as a solo act. (Image:  Samuel Hartnett).
The simply titled 19.4.96 is a recording of the first live outing of Pumice as a solo act. (Image: Samuel Hartnett).

PartnersNovember 3, 2019

The Single Object: The back country record cutter putting New Zealand music on plastic

The simply titled 19.4.96 is a recording of the first live outing of Pumice as a solo act. (Image:  Samuel Hartnett).
The simply titled 19.4.96 is a recording of the first live outing of Pumice as a solo act. (Image: Samuel Hartnett).

In a shed at the foothills of the Southern Alps, Peter King has made special lathe cuts of recordings by an eclectic array of musicians. Kiran Dass writes here about her favourite, a 1996 live recording by Pumice, from King’s vast catalogue currently on display at Objectspace

There’s an urban legend that EMI dumped their vinyl pressing and cassette duplicating equipment, the last of its kind in New Zealand, into the Wellington harbour in the 1980s to make way for the thrilling new infallible technology of CDs. While this makes for a jaw-dropping and juicy story, it’s not actually true. The gear was more prosaically re-homed somewhere in Australia.

But it is true that since 1987, Peter King of King Worldwide, based in the small town of Mount Somers, Canterbury, has been one of the sole domestic record manufacturers in New Zealand, famous for his unique lathe cuts. I’ve been told the reason he operates from a shed on wheels is so he can alter the view while he cuts records all day. 

But what really makes him extraordinary is his materials. The records are made from clear polycarbonate plastic imported from the United States in sheets. It’s an impact-resistant industrial engineering material which is so robust it is used for riot gear and when laminated, bullet-proof glass. These lathe cuts are also produced differently to a standard vinyl record. Instead of being “stamped”, each record is produced individually, with sound cut directly into the record in real time by a handcrafted steel needle – and a new needle for every new run of records – instead of the commercial diamond needle. 

A Short Run: A Selection of New Zealand Lathe-Cut Records at Objectspace. (Image: Samuel Hartnett).

King’s records last longer and are cheaper than vinyl. Care, craft and time are poured into each record, and each is its own work of beauty: sometimes, each cut from the same run will have a subtly unique sound. And King has cut lathes in different shapes – squares, triangles, hearts and even a gnarly-looking circular saw blade shape. Some releases come with publications and handmade zines, and Whangārei’ musician Witcyst’s releases feature sleeves with complex and beguiling cover art, often using found objects.

Lathe cuts make releasing music doable for DIY and experimental artists. The economy King creates by producing short runs – as few as 20 copies – means that while not everyone will shift rockstar mega units, virtually anyone can make a record. And having cut everything from country and western, marching bands and spoken word, to heavy metal, rock & roll, lo-fi and experimental music, he doesn’t discriminate against any kind of genre. He’s produced records for acts from Detroit, California, Spain, France, and, he said in an interview once, “every country but China and Fiji”.

One of his biggest orders was for 1500 units for the Beastie Boys’ Aglio E Olio 7” which took King six months to complete. And due to the precarious nature of his equipment, some of it handmade, only around 1420 were actually made. A famous rumour grew from the order (fuelled partly by Peter’s love for the myth), that as partial payment the Beastie Boys surprised King with a mustard-yellow Ford Mustang which arrived at the Port of Timaru simply addressed to “P. King”. The truth is the deal allowed King to buy his own Mustang. 

King’s work caught on with American indie “rock stars” who have long been influenced by New Zealand’s underground. Sonic Youth’s Lee Renaldo used King’s services for his 1994 cut Spoken for Geraldine 7” on New Zealand’s sonic explorers Dead C’s Michael Morley’s tape label Precious Metal.

And legend has it that there’s a crackup Surface of the Earth oddity, a rejected version of the drone group’s 4.02/4.55 release which sees New Order’s synthpop banger ‘Blue Monday’ playing at the same time due to a mastering error. While I haven’t physically seen the disc, I know this legend is true because I’ve heard the track. It kind of works! I can imagine King, accustomed to the weird outsider and experimental music often sent his way, hearing it and thinking it was supposed to sound like that – “ahh whatever, these crazy sound kids!”

Dunedin’s the Ho Dogs sent off to have a split 7” made with them on one side and the then-fledgeling Spice Girls on the other. It didn’t get made due to legality nerves, but this just shows how accessible King’s services felt. Like you could just do anything and put it on a record. 

Peter King in action as part of Objectspace exhibition A Short Run: A Selection of New Zealand Lathe-Cut Records. (Video by Gareth Moon, image: Samuel Hartnett).

As a teenager, King was an apprentice engineer and worked as a fitter and welder. He was a session musician and engineer, recording commercials for the New Zealand Broadcasting Corporation. In 1984, King bought two decommissioned Neumann lathe cutters, constructed at the BBC then shipped to New Zealand for use at the state broadcaster. King handmade two more of these machines himself.

The Peter King lathe cut has been critical for New Zealand’s underground, lo-fi and experimental music and an important example of the classic DIY Kiwi inventor tradition. A dizzying 222 titles were researched and curated by Luke Wood, senior lecturer in graphic design at the University of Canterbury’s Ilam School of Fine Arts for Objectspace’s A Short Run: A Selection of New Zealand Lathe-Cut Records. The exhibition is a galvanising look at how lo-fi music-making practices in New Zealand and singular cover art intersect. I saw so many gems in there that I could write about: The Aesthetics, Armpit, Witcyst, Omit, Maltese Falcons, Stella Corkery, Surface of the Earth… but I broke out into a cold sweat when I was told I had to narrow my focus to just one object. 

I’ve written about the music of Auckland one-man-band Pumice (Stefan Neville) before, and remember saying to my friends that I can’t just keep writing about Pumice for the rest of my life. And yet, no matter how much I tried for this piece, gravitational forces kept hauling me back there. One cut in particular. The simply titled 19.4.96 (Stabbies and the Rocket, 1996). It’s an 8” live recording of a Pumice show at the Crown in Dunedin, and it’s special because it’s a document of the first live outing of Pumice as a solo act. 

The cover art is a striking lino print by Neville, Twink-y white ink on black paper, depicting that show’s setup which included kick drum and hi-hat, his iconic small silver guitar, heavy metal pedal, and the small guitar amp which he used in addition to vocals and a kazoo. Neville’s approach was inspired by American multi-instrumentalist Hasil Adkins who showed that being a one-man-band didn’t just have to be a zany busking thing.

Image: Samuel Hartnett.

“It was the first and probably the only time I was gonna do a solo Pumice gig so I made sure to record it,” says Neville. “But the real reason I released it was that the night afterwards I DJ’d at a teenage rave in Ōamaru and got paid $100. It was rare to have that kind of money so I used it wisely and made some 8”’s.”

Those 20 copies mostly went to friends and family (though King would usually send artists a few extra copies free). But sometimes, Neville meets someone who against all odds has a copy. 

He isn’t sure how many lathes he has since made under various outfits with King, but estimates it to somewhere between 20 and 50. The first was in 1993, a split 10” with Armice Pumb Pit and Morrinsville group SCUD. But before that, Neville’s friends Gfrenzy and CJA surprised him with a box full of Crawdads Live and Armpit Sex Machines 8”’s also cut by King. 

“I couldn’t believe my friends and their wonderful stupid bands had made real records! I didn’t know it was possible and it fried my tiny brain.” 

The track ‘King Korny Remains’ is a Pumice fan favourite (well, it’s one of mine) and is a precious song to Neville. It’s one of the first songs where he wrote the words and music entirely by himself. It’s about some of his earliest memories – being terrified in the supermarket while living in Murupara, a small town between the Kaingaroa Forest and Te Urewera National Park. 

The title for the sprawling, exquisite racket of ‘Where You Helmet Laddd’ came from a comic about stair fighting by Matthew Ugly Dog Davies from Hamilton. 

Neville remembers the process for getting 19.4.96 made as being smooth. King was quick. Sometimes the records would come back just a week later.

“It was less than a month between playing that gig and releasing the 8” of it. That was a big part of doing it. Just an absurd, enjoyable quick thing to do,” he says.  

“I love how simple and approachable Peter made it, too. He would never judge or reject your master tape fidelity. There was never any music industry standards or intimidating tech-speak to wade through. Send him a tape and he will put it on a record.”

(Image: Samuel Hartnett.)

Neville never plays the whole batch to check the sound for quirks and reckons that each listening experience is unique, anyway.  And it’s not as if anyone else has heard the quality of your master tape to compare against the sound quality of the lathe. 

“I know the odd one won’t play very well but that’s part of the charm, too,” he says. 

“Peter’s service gave us a way to set up a tiny, hopeful little platform to present ourselves to the world. These timid, weedy, wonderful gestures that trickled out into the world and made life-enhancing friends and connections on our behalf. The relationships led to tours and gigs and ‘real’ pressed records and a sense of meaningful self-worth. It’s a bit magical and mysterious and ridiculously easy.”

It’s true about these special lathe cuts being instrumental in forging friendships, connections and communities. So many of the lathe cuts in my own collection have come from friends who make music, and each has been definitive in shaping the way my musical ears are tuned. Looking at and listening to each painstakingly crafted object takes me back to a specific time and place where I first met a friend or heard their music. And listening to 19.4.96 almost tricks my mind into thinking I was at that gig at the Crown.

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The joys of being a new parent don’t often involve a lot of sleep (image: supplied).
The joys of being a new parent don’t often involve a lot of sleep (image: supplied).

ParentsOctober 30, 2019

What I wish I’d known as a new parent

The joys of being a new parent don’t often involve a lot of sleep (image: supplied).
The joys of being a new parent don’t often involve a lot of sleep (image: supplied).

In the first part of a three-part series “What They Don’t Tell You”, Emily Writes looks back at the early days of her children’s lives and wishes she knew that no parent knows what they’re doing. 

I’m on the very cusp of leaving babyhood far behind me. My youngest child – my baby – turns five in January. I have been in deep denial about this, especially since he’s my most baby-like baby. My firstborn Eddie has always had an independence that impresses me. He has always run as fast as he could into the world; maybe that’s due to not always being well enough to do so. He knows very well what it feels like to be on the outside looking in.

My youngest, on the other hand, prefers the comfort of my arms or his father’s. He prefers softness and safety – one of his first words was “warm”. Once when looking at photos of his father cutting his cord after he was born I could see in his eyes he was wondering why any tether had to be severed.

For all of these reasons, he’s my baby. My little one who always prefers my lap to any other place, hiding in my skirts or burying his face in a blanket whenever anyone else is around. He’s not a people person – he’s just a his people person.

Raising two immensely different brothers has been the greatest joy of my life so far. It has been fascinating and frustrating in equal measures. They give me anxiety for different reasons and are also my most calming influence. This more than anything is how I see parenting – now that I’ve been doing it for seven years.

It’s a mess of magic contradiction. And as I prepare to move definitively to the next stage I can’t help but consider whether I’ve learned anything over the last five years. Would I do anything differently?

Turns out yes. For a start: I wouldn’t even bother with a cot. I adore my children but they’re absolute turd sleepers and I’ve accepted that now. For years and years, my youngest slept little more than 45 minutes at a time. It felt like I was living in a nightmare for a lot of the time but the fact is that some kids just don’t sleep. 

Emily Writes and her baby boy (image: supplied).

And some kids really need to sleep with you. Just like adults, they like to sleep beside someone they love. Just like adults, they sometimes have nightmares, get thirsty or hungry during the night, or just can’t sleep. Sometimes they just need you, and that’s ok.

So, I’d have saved the $1000 I spent on a fancy cot that neither kid used and instead I’d have bought myself a night nanny and then just head off for the weekend with my husband and forgotten about the kids for two days.

But most new parents are smarter than me and wouldn’t have wasted the money buying a brand-new cot like I did (at least it has a new home now where it’s being slept in) so that’s not good advice. 

A better lesson is that you can have too much stuff, and you should put that down right now and not buy it. My god, I have accumulated so much garbage in these many years of parenting and I need only one-tenth of it.

I remember buying our buggy when I was just six weeks pregnant despite the doctor telling us not to because of miscarriage risk. The woman in the baby shop looked at us with all of our youthful exuberance and saw dollar signs. She convinced us we needed not a buggy, but a comprehensive travel system or else we were already bad parents. We left with all sorts of shit: a laydown bed thing and a sit-up thing, and a thing that turned into another thing and the only thing we needed was the coffee cup holder.

We bought a wind cover AND a rain cover. They’re the same thing!

If I were to do it again, I’d have borrowed a sling and bought a stock standard buggy and left it at that. What I did need, that you just can’t buy no matter what scam artists claim, is sleep. So much sleep.

That’s hardly a lesson for everyone either. Is there a definitive lesson?

Possibly. If I was to do it all over, I’d have asked for help sooner.

Emily Write’s children asleep, but for how long? (Image: supplied).

I’d have let go of the shame that makes us believe we are meant to just know how to mother. I don’t mean experts – I mean people who genuinely care for you. People who care for you, not for profit but because they love you and want to help you.

So much of my first months and years with my babies was spent wishing I was better at it all. Wishing I knew what other parents knew – how to get my child to sleep, how to get my child to eat, how to get my child to stop licking the hand rails on buses. 

I know now that somehow through the muddle I raised two really gentle, kind and lovely kids. I wish I’d been able to go back to new-mum me and tell her that you don’t have to know what to do. I wish I’d known that everyone has their mess. Everyone has their behind closed doors life and their public life and nobody is perfect.

There are things I can’t change – I can’t care less about breastfeeding, it’s done. I wish I hadn’t struggled with thoughts like “How will he know I’m his mum if I can’t even feed him”. Now those ideas seem so utterly absurd! But how could you ever know just how little so much of it matters when you’re stuck in it?

It’s like being drowned in French fries. The dream but also a nightmare. I said so many things to myself that seem so utterly bonkers now. “If they don’t sleep they won’t grow; if I don’t get them out of the house every day they won’t have enough fresh air; if they don’t eat more fruit their teeth will fall out; if I let them have a dummy their teeth will be munted.”

Their teeth are fine.

I convinced myself of many things. That letting them sleep in my bed meant they’d never leave it. That picking them up every time they cried like I always did would make them clingy. None of it was true. They’re innately who they are and thank goodness. 

To follow the lead of your child is the best gift you can give yourself, as well as the best gift you can give them. We look for a training manual, of course we do! We want to do the best job that we can. We want to do everything right because we’ve never known a love like this.

But the guide is them. They’re telling us what they need in their own mixed up, muddled up way. They need warm, they need freedom, they need to be baby and to be big. They need it all, in a million different ways, a million times a day. And we chase behind. 

And then suddenly that time is over and the next chapter dawns: Exciting, terrifying, wonderful, exhausting, precious and fleeting.

The only thing that changes is the questions you have for yourself at 2am. The truth of how to handle it all stays the same – your guide is asleep. Beside you or in the other room, always in your heart.