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"DEATH'S LAST LIFE'S BREATH"
Beta-Lactam Ring
For the mere pittance of $4.00, Beta-Lactam Ring Records is offering the latest in its Beta-Beat Samplerseries. Where previous volumes were quick-and-dirty, minimally packagedreleases compiling and excerpting new and upcoming music on the label, Death's Last Life's Breathcomes in a printed sleeve, and includes a brand new Nurse With Woundtrack exclusive to this compilation. And it's no mere fragmentaryouttake meant to entice the unwary consumer, but an epic 15-minutefantasia of unhinged Stapletonian whimsy. "A Wasted Life of PhagocyteFoot Fetishism" plays like an extended, free-associating riff on theSpace Age Bachelor Pad music for which Stapleton has always professedhis affection. The track goes everywhere, of course, from a concerthall full of toy xylophones to sudden explosions of tabla rhythms,eventually floating up to a dense cloud bank of gently shimmeringkeyboards. If this were the only worthwhile track on Death's Last Life's Breath,it would still be more than worth the price of admission. Luckily, therest of the nearly 80-minute disc is chock full of the kind ofear-opening sonic exploration I've come to expect from the Beta-Lactamlabel, from the lysergic folk of Japan's Green Milk From the PlanetOrange to the eclectic, post-Prog collages of art-rock legends La STPO.Whitelodge's "Masters Within Spaces," excerpted from theirsoon-to-be-released debut, adds a level of post-rock sophistication tothe melancholic, apocalyptic themes explored by esoteric mainstaysCurrent 93 and Death in June. Judging by the distortion-blasted electrogroove of "Comedown," Edward Ka-Spel's new Pieces of 8 promisesto be his best in years. Matt Waldron's irr.app.(ext.) projectcontinues to find new non-corporeal identities in the labyrinthineinner workings of memory and synchronicity, on full display in a trulyunsettling excerpt from the forthcoming Perekluchenie album.Beequeen's "I'm Searching For Field Character" is a perfectlymysterious concoction of drones, dialogue samples and all manner ofindescribable textures. It came down to two choices this week: feed andclothe my Somalian sponsor kid for another month, or use my loosepocket change to buy Death's Last Life's Breath. Sorry about the lack of clean drinking water, N'Dugu, but I'll be happy to burn you a copy of this CD.
For the mere pittance of $4.00, Beta-Lactam Ring Records is offering the latest in its Beta-Beat Samplerseries. Where previous volumes were quick-and-dirty, minimally packagedreleases compiling and excerpting new and upcoming music on the label, Death's Last Life's Breathcomes in a printed sleeve, and includes a brand new Nurse With Woundtrack exclusive to this compilation. And it's no mere fragmentaryouttake meant to entice the unwary consumer, but an epic 15-minutefantasia of unhinged Stapletonian whimsy. "A Wasted Life of PhagocyteFoot Fetishism" plays like an extended, free-associating riff on theSpace Age Bachelor Pad music for which Stapleton has always professedhis affection. The track goes everywhere, of course, from a concerthall full of toy xylophones to sudden explosions of tabla rhythms,eventually floating up to a dense cloud bank of gently shimmeringkeyboards. If this were the only worthwhile track on Death's Last Life's Breath,it would still be more than worth the price of admission. Luckily, therest of the nearly 80-minute disc is chock full of the kind ofear-opening sonic exploration I've come to expect from the Beta-Lactamlabel, from the lysergic folk of Japan's Green Milk From the PlanetOrange to the eclectic, post-Prog collages of art-rock legends La STPO.Whitelodge's "Masters Within Spaces," excerpted from theirsoon-to-be-released debut, adds a level of post-rock sophistication tothe melancholic, apocalyptic themes explored by esoteric mainstaysCurrent 93 and Death in June. Judging by the distortion-blasted electrogroove of "Comedown," Edward Ka-Spel's new Pieces of 8 promisesto be his best in years. Matt Waldron's irr.app.(ext.) projectcontinues to find new non-corporeal identities in the labyrinthineinner workings of memory and synchronicity, on full display in a trulyunsettling excerpt from the forthcoming Perekluchenie album.Beequeen's "I'm Searching For Field Character" is a perfectlymysterious concoction of drones, dialogue samples and all manner ofindescribable textures. It came down to two choices this week: feed andclothe my Somalian sponsor kid for another month, or use my loosepocket change to buy Death's Last Life's Breath. Sorry about the lack of clean drinking water, N'Dugu, but I'll be happy to burn you a copy of this CD.
