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Little Indie Blogs. A review of Final Forecast in New Sounds #85 August 17 2016.

“Newbury, Berks-based duo Tom Haynes and Ade Wallington share this six-minute track of ambient electronics taken from their forthcoming album ‘Reinventing Failure’. Released last week, it mixes electronic synth and keys into a dark pop ambience. Star rating: ★★★☆”

A review of Final Forecast by Dave Franklin appears on Dancing About Architecture and The Swindonian. August 2016

“What I love most about the mercurial and enigmatic No Side Effects is their ability to mix two opposing sounds into a cohesive finished product. On the one hand their synth driven sound is as futuristic and clinical as it comes but it is the dreamy ambience they fashion from those digital building blocks that provides the balance; a haunting and ethereal vibe that is neatly subverts expectations. The result is the sound of the ghost in the machine, technology seemly acquiring emotion, a binary heart beating within the depths of the code and algorithms.

And it is this blend of solidity and intangibility that is the intriguing part, two alien worlds coming together and building a third possibility, a Vangelis-like soundtrack for another, as yet unwritten futuristic noir. If films have suggested possible futures as gleaming utopias or dystopian nightmares, maybe this suggests a more realistic meeting of man, mind and machine. Then again they could just be a couple of guys having fun in the studio. I suspect both are true.”




Single: Final Forecast

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Track Listing

  1. Final Forecast


Single: Dark Light

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Track Listing

  1. Dark Light
  2. Turn Right And you Have Reached Your Death (Demo Version)


Single: In Your Brain Right Now

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Track Listing

  1. In Your Brain Right Now
  2. In Your Brain Right Now (Naked Mix)


Single: Isolation Explosion

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Track Listing

  1. Isolation Explosion
  2. Isolation Explosion (Industrial Slavery Mix)
  3. Isolation Explosion (Live Replacement B-Side Mix)


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Final Forecast

Time has run out for us
And I just don’t know what to do
I wanted to go outside
See the sunset for the last time now
I wanted to say ‘hello’
Say ‘hello’ to my friends now
I want to say ‘goodbye’
Say ‘goodbye’ to this world now

I wanted to see the future
The future’s just ahead now
I wanted to see my life
The life that fades before me now
I wonder where we will be?
In a few days when it all ends
I wonder where we will go
Where we’ll come to terms with it

The television has just died
I miss the weather forecast
Is there any chance of sunshine tomorrow?
I really need to know before it’s too late

It’s the Final Forecast

Is there some way i can
Receive Some-kind of assurances?
A guarantee that it will be okay
Even if you’re lying

All those people that we met
All those memories that we hold
All those people that we met
All those memories that we hold
All those people that we met
No more, no more

The television has just died
I miss the weather forecast
Is there any chance of sunshine tomorrow?
I really need to know before it’s too late

It’s the Final Forecast

Maybe i should turn to God?
Or maybe God should look at me
I didn’t tick that box
That box never ticked me

(C) T A Haynes & A R Wallington 2015

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Dark Light

Its a day without sun
Its a night without a moon
Turn my head, push away, shed the skin

I can control how I feel
and the mind
is all it is
It’s all this is

Stuck red eyes, opaque sky
Scraping teeth, obscure sigh
Lift my head, shift my feet, move outside

I can control how I feel
and the mind
is all it is
It’s all this is

(C) T A Haynes & A R Wallington 2015

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In Your Brain Right Now

How I wonder how you feel
Take me under, feel it too
Taking back my own mind
There’s nothing more consoling

How I wonder what is real
Take me under feel it too
Taking back my own mind
There’s nothing more controlling

If I’m following you, I’d fall out

Open your eyes
Something has changed
It’s in your head
Open your eyes

(C) T A Haynes & A R Wallington 2015

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Isolation Explosion 

If I could find a way to follow

I’d certainly call your name
If there’s one thing I never wanted
Was never to see her again

If I could reach somewhere beyond me
And grasp more than what’s not there
However much I crave her touch
My fingers pull through air

But theres got to be more than this, hopefully
Something strange and nondescript, truthfully
All these changes you will have to decide
All these changes you will have to design
Where you go you don’t know anymore

(C) T A Haynes & A R Wallington 2015

Consolation, Memories and Lessons of Death

In this blog, Adrian recounts the loss of a close pet and the thoughts that help with consolation. This inevitably leads onto the memories of others and what can be learnt from the ultimate finality without the comfort of a religion.


As I sprinkle a last handful of soil into Dumplings final resting place, the wind whips. A giant Holm oak in its winter greenery grows next to our garden. It’s girth is wide and itssprawling muscular limbs are dark-set against the bright, overcast sky. The wind pulses violently again. The air is cool.

As I look upon Dumpling for the very last time I feel tired. I imagine Dumplings molecules dispersing back to the earth. The multitude of compounds and atoms that were gathered up at Dumplings creation, held together to give him life for a short time, are now free of the energy that bound them. Those same elements that were born within stars billions of years ago, today return to the vast and timeless earth on which I stand. Dumpling, and indeed all of us, are testament to a mind boggling collection of inherited miracles that started at the birth of the universe.

In years to come, some of those elements will eventually soar up into the sky continuing the epic story of our physical bodies as our energy moves on. The molecules of Dumpling will surround me for the rest of my life and when my life ends, I, as my constituent physical properties, will join those same molecules and altered energies soaring the landscape.

There is some solace to be gleaned from the absence of consciousness and the discontinuation of being. Dumplings current experience, of which there is nothing, is devoid of all life’s joys but also pain, suffering and hunger. The ultimate indifference. The suffering is currently only felt by those of us stood around the lip of his tiny grave. Dumpling will now be ‘experiencing’ exactly the same thoughts as before he was born. A total and absolute absence of consciousness.

The physical effects of loss are common to all who experience it. A tight stomach, a numb throat and burning eyes. I try, painful as it is, to etch these feelings and the discomfort of this moment onto my life with Dumpling in the hope of making the memories stronger and more permanent. Dumplings life is held within the memories of those of us still alive. This is all that remains.

In the rawness of separation, a smile. A small furry Lagomorph shared a house with three apes in a weird interspecies relationship. A bizarre situation really, but the soreness of the final departure is equitable to any I’ve experienced before. As far as our understanding of rabbits extend, we consul ourselves with the hope that we have made Dumplings life comfortable and maybe even happy, whatever concept that forms within the mind of a rabbit. As a product of modernity and separate from the ethics of a society that breeds pets for our own amusement and comfort, we did our best by him. He was plucked from a rescue centre, paired with another, and we were witness to signs of affection and contentment in Dumplings behaviour that we now hold onto.

Over the next few days, it’s the little reminders that stretch a smile of reflection. The habits that once saturated the mundane and the everyday. The expectation of Dumpling greeting me at the front door, the stretching out relaxed as I stroke him by my side, the half used bag of favoured kale in the fridge, the eagerness of Dumpy’s attention as he’d stand on my slippers as I tried to walk past. These are little shadows of moments that my thoughts still fall upon. An expectation for a continuation of Dumpy’s life before the regular, intermittent dawning that these times have passed.

The Reflection on other Losses

The loss of Dumpling is not just about Dumpling. His passing stirs up the memories of an  amalgamated line of losses that pepper my life. The times I’ve walked through the sunshine, wind or rain to watch a coffin disappear behind a curtain, marking the sombre melancholy of a passing. We all have these moments.

Death is our only certainty. It will happen. Sometimes it appears sooner than we would like. To avoid thinking and talking about death is to deny ‘knowing’ this single piece of clarity. The encroachment of age also forces me to consider my own mortality and the questions of how to deal with death, both of others and my own. The calm reflection during and after grief is a ‘good’ time for this. To dwell on the joy and enrichment other people and animals have brought into my life and absorb any lessons to which I may be instructed.

It is worth having some further clarity here. It is a fine line between calm reflection on the close people that have departed your life and the permanent lamenting of the past in an overly sentimental shroud and self diminishing flagellation. There are the memories of the direct experiences which have now ended, but their absence should only serve to illuminate the space that is left. That space of our own lives.

Death as a Reminder of the Urgency and Limits of Life

Why should I think any more of the inevitable, final, painful death? It is because it is the opposite of life? In a world of opposites the more you experience one side, the greater the secrets of its opposite are revealed. The more discorded a chord, the sweeter the harmonies. The deeper the depression, the more exciting the joy. The colder the winter, the more elating the arrival of spring. Pain and joy. Dark and Light.

In the melancholy and quiet after Dumplings death and of those before him, there seems to appear a clarity that sets life on a pedestal. A further insight into an understanding that is usually buried by the distractions of every day. Just how fragile and fleeting life is when viewed from enough distance. Just how beautiful. How urgent.

Much in life becomes trivial and is rendered superfluous in the wake of a loved ones permanent absence. Often I dwell too long and apply too much concern and attention on activities and thoughts that I feel drawn to against my will. To be vigilant against these unnecessary distractions in the hope that the magical moments of life will not pass me by unnoticed when they occur.

There are occasional times when fear of loss of the close people still alive in my life threatens to overwhelm me. To torture oneself with the imagined loss of another close friend or family member. To think that the last glimpse of your loved one could be the last. This is the flip side of an acceptance of the uncertainty and unpredictability of death. We would like to see order, to see a carefully fulfilled narrative from birth to death, hopefully a reasonably long narrative. As the saying goes ‘Life’s what happens to you when you’re making other plans’. Except the uncertainty. If someone dies it is painful, but we have time to heal. There will be new experiences and the slow, inevitable drip of time will eventually sooth, hard as that appears at the moment.

I am also aware of my own insular, more fortunate world as separate from the incredible suffering and unfairness that curses so many around the globe. The reflection in grief shines a little light on my position as a Human Being and brings certain things into focus. The oppression of people under theocracies and tainted governments, the gulf between the rich and poor and even the distractions and illusions of celebrity importance when brilliant minds go unnoticed. The suffering and unfairness is packaged as entertainment in 15 minute news articles. So many of us are touched by a dying pet or close family member but seemingly so dispassionate to other human beings, so dismissive of their desperation, unable to transpose the emotions conjured at personal loss and extend them to a fellow human. The gulf between the connection we have with a family member or pet and the plight of human beings we see every day is so vast.

Finally, and it is difficult to avoid cliches at this point, but existence is truly in the moment. A tiny moment perched on the top of an finite wave that quickly gathers up the future and sweeps away the past. This very moment has already passed. If you can at least momentarily glimpse that moment, sandwiched amongst the myriad and busyness of thought and rumination, maybe through meditation, you can see time’s persistent march through your life. We can choose to engage those moments in whatever way we wish.

I have promised to myself that I will take good photographs of the day to day. I realised when looking for the photographs for this blog that my memory is not as sharp. I strain as I reach for those distant links to smiles, touch and smells. As time moves on, memories fade. Those photos, if only snippets, can help focus and recall the smiles, laughs and pains I had with each of them and if possible, share them with others who knew them.

Dumpling has gone. The memories of him and the others I have loved, still love, are reinforced within me during another important period of reflection. A new shift in outlook feels right, better, clearer. I am left with my life spread out ahead of me, however long that is.

Notes and Further Reading

Rizvi. Ali. A. 2013: ‘Grief Without Belief: How Do Atheists Deal With Death?’ A Blog from Huffington Post. 22/10/2013.

School of Life 2016: ‘How to Use The Thought of Death’ from School of Life You Tube Channel. 5/11/14.

The British Humanist Society (BHS) 2016: ‘Humanist Ceremonies: Funerals

Hitchens. C. 2012: ‘Mortality’ Published by Atlantic Books. 25/08/2012

Christina. G. 2011: ‘Grief Beyond Belief: How Atheists are Dealing with Death’ Blog article on 15/08.2011

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