
Devonanon
Devonanon is the combination of Kit Records founder Richard Greenan (Devon Loch), and Scottish artist and musician John B McKenna (Monoganon). The Devonanon project is a sonic account of long distance companionship - a durational enquiry into what it means to exist, travel, perform and make art together, physically and digitally.
Eight years after their debut, 𝘊𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, Devonanon has reappeared to share the findings of a decade-long sonic experiment. Like its predecessor, 𝑹𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 & 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 is a living, breathing collection of field recordings and compositions, gathered gradually from remote corners of the pair's lives. Familiar waypoints - interwoven microtonal synths, regurgitated live performances, polite whispering, and the gurgling hum of vehicles (land and sea) - all fold into the perpetual stew.
Where 𝘊𝘪𝘵𝘺 read like a crumpled postcard account of fraternal reportage, 𝑹𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 & 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 is a tone poem on something more amorphous, and out of time - a garbled history of human closeness, upheaval and mark-making, that seems to buckle and creak like a tapestry with no beginning or end.
No two spoonfuls are the same, as our story reels through kosmische library stylings ('Wilderness Engine'), to cortex-quieting free association ('Generate Countryside'), and baroque instrumentation ('Blood Laughing').
Recommended if you like CS + Kreme, Pierre Mariétan, Kirk Barley. Pressed to recycled vinyy, with folding panoramic tapestry sleeve. 𝑹𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 & 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 was created in conversation with the visual artist David Huang.


Around ten years prior, Richard and John began having fun, travelling together and creating sound experiments. Their first tape, 𝘊𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, was a sound collage of field recordings and songs, recorded at various locations across Norway, Sweden, Finland, Germany, Spain and the UK. The album documents, among other things, climbing Gardnos Crater, catching the Viking Line from Stockholm to Turku, commuting in Neukölln, cycling across Hardangervidda plateau, meandering in Gracia and pallbearing in Beaulieu.
The result was a web of chance impressions - overheard conversations, rural ambience and eavesdropped rehearsals captured on the fly yet weirdly interlocking, like a dizzying expanse of avenues and streets, country lanes and subways. A city where there is no homogenisation - just total existence, total cacophony, a total flowing of human ethnicities and tribes and beings and gradations of awareness and consciousness and cruising.