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EARTHMONKEY, "DRUM MACHINE"
Beta-Lactam Ring
With the Drum MachineEP, the inimitable Peat Bog and the irrepressible Beta-Lactam RingRecords proffer three tracks and twenty-three additional minutes ofmolten mind expansion designed to sink even further into the murky,neo-primitive quagmire first experienced on Earthmonkey'sStapleton-produced debut. Only this time, Mr. Bog has upped the anteand reinvented himself, fully engaging the techno-Prog tendencies onlyglimpsed in his previous work. For better or worse (though certainlyfor the better), Drum Machine sounds like the overfed bastard offspring of The Orb's Adventure Beyond the Ultraworld and Coil's Love's Secret Domain being sexually molested by the Ozric Tentacles' Strangeitude. Where the debut had the stomping Neolithic beats and fuzzy riffage of some mid-70's Kraut-Prog castoff, Drum Machineunashamedly explores the connection between Kraan and The KLF; acid andecstasy; peyote visions and Bedouin trance. "Varana Swing" createsdense, subterranean tunnels connecting Ibiza to the darkest heartAfrica, full of cyclical tribalisms, layers of resonating synthesizersand queasy, dislocated sound effects that creep across the stereochannels. "Hanumantra," in addition to invoking the Be Here Nowimperatives of Baba Ram Dass, also sports a lovely zero-gravity guitarmelody that paints a backdrop for tranced-out group chanting and wavesof mutated cosmic debris. The track inhabits a similar post-Industrialspace-rock territory familiar from mid-to-late period Pink Dots. "BeThat Charge" is certainly the most unorthodox song that Earthmonkey hasyet devised: a whirling dervish of hardcore punk and Middle Easterndance music; The Stooges and a sect of Merkabian desert mystics meetingunder the Saharan moonlight for an all-nighter of hashish-addledslam-dancing. Although it references ethic musics, Earthmonkey's soundis unbounded by its location in spacetime, thrillinglyextra-geographical, suggestive of a world community of switched-onheads stretching from the parched American neo-tribal desert ofBurningman back to the musical primalisms of pre-Babylonian man.
With the Drum MachineEP, the inimitable Peat Bog and the irrepressible Beta-Lactam RingRecords proffer three tracks and twenty-three additional minutes ofmolten mind expansion designed to sink even further into the murky,neo-primitive quagmire first experienced on Earthmonkey'sStapleton-produced debut. Only this time, Mr. Bog has upped the anteand reinvented himself, fully engaging the techno-Prog tendencies onlyglimpsed in his previous work. For better or worse (though certainlyfor the better), Drum Machine sounds like the overfed bastard offspring of The Orb's Adventure Beyond the Ultraworld and Coil's Love's Secret Domain being sexually molested by the Ozric Tentacles' Strangeitude. Where the debut had the stomping Neolithic beats and fuzzy riffage of some mid-70's Kraut-Prog castoff, Drum Machineunashamedly explores the connection between Kraan and The KLF; acid andecstasy; peyote visions and Bedouin trance. "Varana Swing" createsdense, subterranean tunnels connecting Ibiza to the darkest heartAfrica, full of cyclical tribalisms, layers of resonating synthesizersand queasy, dislocated sound effects that creep across the stereochannels. "Hanumantra," in addition to invoking the Be Here Nowimperatives of Baba Ram Dass, also sports a lovely zero-gravity guitarmelody that paints a backdrop for tranced-out group chanting and wavesof mutated cosmic debris. The track inhabits a similar post-Industrialspace-rock territory familiar from mid-to-late period Pink Dots. "BeThat Charge" is certainly the most unorthodox song that Earthmonkey hasyet devised: a whirling dervish of hardcore punk and Middle Easterndance music; The Stooges and a sect of Merkabian desert mystics meetingunder the Saharan moonlight for an all-nighter of hashish-addledslam-dancing. Although it references ethic musics, Earthmonkey's soundis unbounded by its location in spacetime, thrillinglyextra-geographical, suggestive of a world community of switched-onheads stretching from the parched American neo-tribal desert ofBurningman back to the musical primalisms of pre-Babylonian man.
