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The instrumental hip-hop crowd is already sloughing off towardsinsignificance, with recent releases showing little to no innovation onthe original themes. Another can be added to that list with this latestfrom RJD2, whose new sounds definitely come from the same old tricksfor this set. Truth be told, his last full-length did nothing for me,but the remixes on the HorrorEP gave me some hope that he'd pulled himself out from under theshadows of others to create something original; maybe he learned alesson in that if he let things cook a bit more there'd be somethingreal. That hope not only disappeared but was mercilessly crushed on theopening track, where the same stale drum samples are accompanied byfast cut fades and piano plunks. Then a slow fade out that sounds likeit could be the end of the track, which would have been fine by me, asit seemed like an intro at best. Suddenly, though, the track comesright back in at full volume — SURPRISE! — and right back into the samelame line with a few distorted additions, before fading out slow again,only to come right back in in the same fashion. (It's not the beststart.) RJD2 has a genuine talent for pulling out good voices to throwin on his records, it's just what he layers them over that lacks hereand there and sometimes everywhere. "Exotic Talk" uses a vocoder over amore rock sound, but its bombast is forced and synthetic in nature, notactual. The songs here use vastly varied samples, but the compositionis so very much the same that it never succeeds in revealing anythingmore than the last record. Why he bothered to explore new areas interms of genres to sample, but stayed with the same old productiontechniques, is beyond me. Awkward missteps, like the vocal on "MakingDays Longer," don't improve the overall package, but instead bring itdown even further. There are moments where everything is not mired inmediocrity, such as "Someone's Second Kiss," with its soul vocals andkeyboard soliloquy. Next time, though, it would be beneficial if RJD2expanded his whole repertoire instead of some semblance of it, as itmight create the genre-busting album this genre desperately needs. Plus, an open note to Definitive Jux: Please stop sending out promotional copies of releases that contain anti-pirating voice stamps. It makes it impossiblefor any writer to get a good idea of the music when a voice remindsthem that it's a promo every thirty seconds. At least send out cleancopies to press sources or street teams. I wouldn't have reviewed therecord if I hadn't bought it myself, as it's that detrimental to thelistening experience. Just a thought. I'd never heard anything like itbefore I received this CD. Read More
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On paper, the pairing of German krautrock godfathers Faust with NewJersey Hip Hop trio Dälek sounds like a soundclash of epic porportionsthat has as much potential to work as it does to fail spectacularly.Through a brief studio collaboration while Dälek were on tour inEurope, the unlikely became a reality and the result is the eight-trackalbum Derbe Respect, Alder.The mutual respect and admiration from both sides is on full displayhere, as Dälek let Faust jam sloppily over pieces of tracks that wouldbe much tighter on a Dälek record proper. Meanwhile, Faust step backand react, allowing Dälek to infuse the tracks with their signaturetake on abrasive hip hop. Dälek (The MC) flows in an open verse styleover cavernous drones and the sounds of giants battling. Looped beatsmake an appearance and then give way to uncompromising live drummingand bass that takes the funk and mechanizes, becoming less of aninvitation to dance and more of a directive. To their credit, all ofthe performers try to make it work and take what could have been aconfluence of meandering noise and shape it into loose, jammy songs.That none of this is scripted or pre-planed is obvious from the start.In fact, the recording often sounds like a straight mix of a livesession even though parts and takes have been reconstructed somewhatafter the fact. Lo-Fi is the aesthetic of choice rendering the soundquality and mix frustrtating at times. Though these are finished albumtracks, some of the songs are so raw that they more closely resembledemos. This is the sound of two sets of performers learning from eachother and making some noise in the process that is both dense andmacabre, but not entirely unexepected given the creators' respectivebackcatalogs. I find myself appreciating the record more than likingit; I understand the journey and the purpose of it all but it's notalways a trip that I want to take. A straight-up Faust or Dälek recordwould probably find heavier rotation in my player, but being aspectator through Derber Respect, Alder certainly has itsrewards. There's a certain amount of faith required for a project likethis to work, and it calls on listeners to meet the record halfway, toaccept the technical shortcomings and take them with the music as areflection of the experience of creation. The final result is a tenuousbridge between drastically different styles and methodologies thatdemonstrates the power of abandoning preconceptions and going where thecloudy haze of inspiration takes you.Read More
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The second in the two labels' collaborative series of collaborative works, Reciprocess 02features duo, solo, and reciprocal remix tracks by Stephen Mathieu'sFull Swing and Douglas Benford's Si-cut.db. The series' goal is easyenough: to explore the "process" of collaboration in a morecomprehensive way by including evidence of the artists alone, together,and at conscious remove from each other. The most interesting thingabout this set-up is the way it questions the assumed ideal of anycollaboration. By anticipating the range of synthesis and clashavailable to any two artists, Reciprocess assures that thedecision of "which combination is better?" becomes both well-informedand harder to make. Sometimes the points of divergence within aparticular union can be the most interesting, as was the case withvolume one, Komet +/vs. Bovine Life. Conversely on 02,Mathieu and Benford transcend even "complimentary" status by focusingtheir contributions into such a sleek, consistent product thatdistinguishing between remix, joint effort, and solo work will no doubtrequire a second look at the liner notes. Those already familiar withFull Swing will find Mathieu's two solo tracks echo much of theclick-less, bass-driven dub Benford has perfected throughout his yearsunder the Si-cut.db name. His simple and immediate melodic approach,something Mathieu's idiosyncratic output has often rejected, becomesthe disc's support, a skeleton filled in by Full Swing's vibrantglitch-ist accompaniment. Mathieu is one artist whose reliance onglitch or microsound method never seems to result in the same tireddeconstructionist route; he can atomize sound with the best of them buthis reformations always reach further than the simple end of exploitingmusic's ephemeral qualities. Being forced to accommodate Benford'ssolid, even danceable structures only further enlivens hiscollaborator's technique, encouraging dense, swooning textures thatwill inevitably recall the work of Christian Fennesz. In fact, Reciprocess 02would not be a bad recommendation for anyone curious about the resultof a collaboration between the Viennese artist and, say, someone fromthe ~scape label. As with anything Mathieu has a hand in, though, it isspecial on its own terms, fusing the distinctly modern elegance anddelicacy of his music with Benford's more extroverted and romanticstyle in ways that reveal each must have had some affection for theother all along. Read More
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For those who are familiar only with the most easily available recordedworks of Kinski (ie: the Sub Pop releases), this album might besomewhat of a mystery: it's not the blistering loud rock sounds feltmiles away, but a collection of the gentle, spacey tunes Kinski liveaudiences have paid witness to for years. The disc opens with the briefechoed guitar work of "Never Compete with Small Girls," then isfollowed by a nearly half hour live performance, "The Misprint in theGutenberg Print Shop," recorded live in Seattle. This tune, along withthe rest of the disc pretty much, is a real trip, with twitteringprimitive effects and chiming sounds, rumbling echoed bass, and aserene flute on top. It's ghostly and intoxicating, moves through anumber of different phases, from swelling sounds to parts so quiet apin could be heard dropping, and it never gets stale or dull. I'm notsurprised the group has toured extensively with Acid Mothers Temple,but unlike AMT, Kinski has never bored me or made me long for a songending. There's not much room left on the disc after the massive trackbut three tracks under five minutes complete the collection. "Crepesthe Cheap" continues with drumless bliss like a spaceship in a cheapsci-fi film taking off, while "Bulky Knit Cheerleader Sweater" is awafting wall of guitars as dense as the title, and the closer, "There'sNothing Sexy About Time" drones off into the distance. While Don't Climbisn't representative of Kinski's entire range of sound, it does providea good companion piece to the more rockin bits and can certainlyprovide a good "coming down" album when leaving a concert from thefoursome that has left ears bleeding in the path. Read More
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Digital Lifeforms marks the point where Richard H. Kirk, formerly a dour, paranoid composer, released a happy, intelligent, danceable album. Originally released on Touch in 1993, the disc consists of ten distinct, separate, non-experimental tracks, all upbeat and surprisingly commercial (although without sounding naive, obvious or shit). For those who weren't able to get the original copy twelve years ago, this expanded version is now available.
Digital Lifeforms redux comes with a second CD of tracks from the period, recorded for the Sandoz project. One track has been released on CD before, some on very limited vinyl and there are a couple of alternate (original) versions. On the whole, I'm less impressed with the addition as there's nothing I find particularly spectacular or memorable. It's not unpleasant, but it's clearly something the die hard fans would probably appreciate most. it's just not great as the first disc. 
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Embarassingly enough, I didn't discover Biting Tongues until recently:I had been just flipping through some old vinyl at the radio stationand happened upon some old Factory 12" singles by Biting Tongues andwas drawn by the comments on the sleeves. The CompressorEP soon became a frequent spin on the radio show. As an 808 State fan,it was even more embarassing to admit that I hadn't been aware of thisgroup, as it featured Graham Massey through their entire existencebetween 1979 through 1989. LTM has taken the initiative, as they havewith a number of old Factory groups, to reintroduce their music to thepublic. What works on these reissues is the music: it's all enjoyableand the songs are also valuble in understanding some of the good thingsthat laid groundwork for much of the DFA and Output rosters and thestyles that bridged a time in Manchester's musical history after thepunk and Joy Division heyday and before the sound of acid and 808State's heyday. What I don't like (and of course, I'm being nitpicky asalways) is the lack of original artwork included in the booklets andthe terrible font choices inside, but that's only very minor. For fulldiscography along with images and other visuals, bitingtongues.comis a great resource. Coincidentally, the original four-piece BitingTongues are scheduled to perform this coming week at the ICA in Londonalong with their old touring partners/space sharers Crispy Ambulance.(Check the listings because the event's listed as Thursday, May 29thand Thursday is not the 29th.)
After the Click: Retrospective 1980-89 is the first in theseries and serves as a perfect introduction. It features 16 songshand-picked by Graham Massey, himself, and comes with a discography,interview, and liner notes for each track included. What appeals to memost about their sound and a other appealing contemporaries like 23Skidoo, A Certain Ratio, James Chance, and Liquid Liquid is the looseattitude, vibrant energy, tight rhythm section, and a sparsearrangement that doesn't cloud the sound with too much junk. Low,brooding vocals (most frequently provided by Ken Hollings, author of Destroy All Monsters and frequent contributor to The Wire magazine) are common to the early tracks, lifted off the Don't Heal LP, originally released on Situation Two in 1981. "Denture Beach" is the only track from the Live Itcassette, and is fantastically soulful for a primitive recording:completely instrumental, with a hypnotic bassline, 808 drum machinewith real drums and a blistering saxophone. My only complaint is thefadeout: for all I know, these guys could have gone on for an hour (andI wouldn't have minded). For the rest of the earlier 1980s materialincluded, the group switch up arrangements with staccato, unmelodicvocals, no bass or guitar, but numerous claps and extranous tapes on"Dirt for 485," chugging bass with tape f/x and layered screaming saxsolos on "Iyabhoone," and "44," with a spooky spoken story. Tasty noisytape experiments like 1983's "Feverhouse part 1," from the Feverhouse Soundtrackappear, but it's not even remotely common to the other beat heftymildly jazz-influenced songs. Other highlights include the immaculate"Compressor" and a live recording of "Everywhere But Here," neverrecorded in the studio. By the end of the collection, and their career,the group was down to a duo of Graham Massey and saxophonist HowardWalmsley. Massey was playing more with drum machines and programmedmelodies, trying to fill in the gaps left by the departures of othermembers. While it was a formula that translated well to 808 State, inthe Biting Tongues setting, things didn't sound quite right. "DoubleGold St. Paul" was recorded for the album Recharge and itsounds like a somewhat uncomfortable and clumsy demo for the early1990s incarnation of 808 State. It was clearly time for the BitingTongues to end.
For those primarily interested in the Factory Records label output, Compressed conveniently collects only the recordings released by Factory of Biting Tongues. Included are the Trouble Hand and Compressor releases in their entirety along with the complete soundtrack to Feverhouse,a black and white 16mm film by fellow Tongues Ken Hollings and HowardWalmsley. It was the film in its rough form that interested Factory'sTony Wilson to do a parallel release of the soundtrack and the film onthe new video extension of the Factory label, Ikon. The ten track LPwas released in 1985 along with the movie, gaining praise from a numberof press folks and showing in a couple rare locations. All ten tracksappear (at the end of this disc however) and they sound like thesoundtrack to an "atmospheric" art film a group of rhythmic tapeexperimenting rock musicians would make. Muffled horn sounds and tapenoise, instrumental subdued rhythmic numbers, field recordings putthrough effects, and droning tape manipulations are common. Theremastering job is nice as I can only begin to imagine how annoyingcrackly vinyl could easily ruin these more quiet recordings. Trouble Handwas the second Factory release: a five-track 12" EP featuring thespeedy vocal title track and the equally speedy "Panorama," which has anoisy opening (it sounds like somebody drumming inside the hull of asubmarine) and deftly slips right in to a fierce flanging bassline.Things slow down for the jazzy horn-saturated "Meat Mask Separatist,"but pick back up again for "Boss Toyota Trouble." Compressor isprobably the most celebrated peak of Biting Tongues career, with thepopular a-side, produced in 1986 and featuring machine-like live drums,hypnotic bass, looplike vocals, and a killer horn riff. My preferencehowever was the b-side, with "Black Jesus," a much darker melody andits beat-less counterpart "Black & White Jesus," the last trackreleased in terms of chronology, but making for a good transition intothe Feverhouse tracks which follow.
Recharge is the album that even time can't save. After foursongs appeared on a white label promo, the album, (the last recorded asBiting Tongues) recorded in 1989, was shelved. Technology can nevercompletely be substituted for humans, and I fairly certain that's whatI find problematic when muisicians start incorporating synths andmachines for the sake of replacing what was once live. The drum machineand synth sounds available to the now duo of Massey and Walmsley are sopainfully artificial, that it's best that they're not attempting torecreate the living drummer and horn sections. Simultaneously, theblueprints were outlined for 808 State, as the legendary QuadrastateEP was recorded at the same time in the same studio. Hints of 808classics like "Pacific" bleed through the poorly recorded firsttracks—I don't know if it's a remastering problem or if it was thestate of the original tapes, but the bass is completely overblown andmuddy on much of album. The squealy, cheesy guitar on "Take the BackRight Off" could even point to 808 State's mega hit "Cübik." Guestfemale vocals absolutely ruin the Biting Tongues'-ness of this releaseby the third track, "Love Out," while the novelty of the'ooh-we-just-got-a-sampler' in the form of endless female vocal sampleson "Increase" is simply painful. Only one track, "Neckwork," am I trulyenjoying thoroughly, but the slap-bass and white funk feel is morereminiscent of Code-era Cabaret Voltaire than anything BitingTongues did prior to 1989. Even this one track is honestly not worththe price or agony of the rest of the disc. Die hard 808 State fanswill probably find joy in this record, but Factory fans and those whofind an affinity for the earlier Biting Tongues material might want tohold off.
- Denture Beach (from After the Click)
- Compressor (from After the Click and Compressed)
- Double Gold St. Paul(from After the Click and Recharge)
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Scott Morgan has accomplished nothing short of an evolution on his third CD, breathing new life into his own music and into the electronic genre in general. For the first time, Loscil is not built on machines and computers alone, but with the aid of live instrumentation overtop of the usual sequencing Morgan incorporates. The result is stunning, capable of inducing real dreamlike states with even a glancing listen. Where the last record was mainly music for and from the depths of the ocean, these songs are a bridge over the waters of the past, a gateway to rebirth and the promise of the future. Morgan provided a computer base for the musicians to improvise over, then took both segments and edited them for the final product, resulting in a half-organic, half-synthetic experience that just might be the best mix of the two I've ever heard. Drone elements still prevail, with Loscil's music being more about a mood or feeling than a structure. Rhodes piano, guitar and cello add new dimensions, grounding the experimental in something familiar that makes it easier to swallow. On tracks like "Lucy Dub," there is also a hope present as well as a feeling of life beginning or continuing on unhindered. Pan and fade effects evoke a Doppler-like reaction, where it feels like the music is actively swirling around and passing in and out of the ears with an ease and playfulness. All at once the elements of each track climax together, and create a gentle swaying effect that is exquisite; and though this might take a while as the tracks are all rather lengthy, there is never a dull or unstatisfying sustain, as each section of the song burgeons with individuality. This is the auditory equivalent of being in the womb for me, and after listening to it I always feel comfortable and warm. First Narrows represents a new Loscil, one that hopefully continue to grow in the same vein.
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Susanna and the Magical Orchestra sway, saunter, and sulk through ninemelancholy originals and two spectacular cover versions on thisexceptional debut. List of Lights,...features production and additional instrumentation by Andreas Mjøs(Jaga Jazzist) and Deathprod, giving it a certain touch of music geekstreet cred. Rest assured, however, that this is a far more accessibleand poppy record than anything Rune Grammofon has released (to myknowledge), particularly due to the intimacy brought to the table byvocalist Susanna Karolina Wallumrød. Of course, her Nørwegian heritagenaturally compels American reviewers far lazier than I to drawcomparisons between her and that adored Scandinavian chanteuse Björk,easily encapsulating our opinions of the record into neat,reader-friendly boxes. However, it would be criminal to ignore or evengloss over Susanna's desperately fragile and foreign intonations, aswell as the endless waves of solemnity that define her standoutperformance style. Rejecting Björk's over-the-top delivery, Susannaopts to uses her time on record differently, exposing a strangelyseductive fragility instead of conjuring up some inner femininestrength. While singing simple yet powerful words like "happiness" and"joy," the sincerity in her voice expresses a general malaise and ayearning for deserved yet tragically inaccessible dreams, a sensestrategically supported by the truly "magical" compositions of primaryinstrumentalist Morten Qvenild. "Turn The Pages" overflows withdesperate strings and even more desperate questions, providing both themost straightforward vocal delivery on the album and the mostmemorable, albeit repetitious, chorus. In contrast, "Hello," one offive tracks with lyrics penned by Susanna, takes a more eclecticapproach musically and lyrically, featuring cryptic accusatory lines("Who are you to touch me in this very special way? / Who are you tostep on me in this very special way? / Hello at my doorstep.") andperhaps referencing a more disturbing context of victimization. Thecover versions, of Leonard Bernstein and Dolly Parton respectively, arejust as moving and powerful as the originals. The interpretation ofBernstein's "Who Am I" blends cold alien radio frequencies intoshimmering and bright keyboard tones without breaking any sense offlow, while the seemingly simplistic plucking on the highly emotional"Jolene" overflows with emotion as a result of its sparsity. Allthroughout, Qvenild constructs masterful beds of subtle sound, full ofspace and far more melodic and engaging than Matmos' work with theaforementioned Icelandic princess. With the Magical Orchestra, Qvenildhas discovered a comfortably tranquil niche in that delicate balancebetween conventional musicality and audio experimentation, and I canonly hope that he continues to collaborate with the enchanting Susannaon further releases. Without question, List of Lights and Buoys is one of the strongest contenders so far for placement atop my "Best Of" list for this year.Read More
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The Legendary Pink Dots seem unaware or unconcerned about the unwrittenrecord industry rule that discourages artists from releasing multiplealbums simultaneously. The proverbial wisdom has it that multiplereleases confuse the record-buying public, and the albums tend tocannabilize each other's sales. Multiple albums have ruined a multitudeof bands, from the Incredible String Band all the way to Kiss and GunsN' Roses. Well, the Pink Dots have been ignoring that maxim for quite awhile now. In fact, Pink Dots albums tend to come it two and threes,often with a few solo albums thrown in for good measure. No exceptionhere, as this month brings three new Pink Dots releases, in addition toa new Ka-Spel solo album. Everything is being released on the eve oftheir North American tour, which takes them through far more US citiesthan any other underground British/Dutch post-industrial psychedelicart-goth group could even dream of visiting. The extensive touring maybe the secret to the Pink Dots impressive longevity and endurance, asthey are frequently one of the most critically ignored bands in theunderground scene. The Whispering Wallisn't going to rectify this situation, a typically indigestibleconcoction of psychedelic whimsy, wildly experimental textures, denselyprophetic lyrical themes and skewed songwriting all mixed up togetherin a gooey prog-rock quagmire. Evaluating its relative quality comparedto other albums is almost a moot point, as most hardcore Dots fans willcertainly want to own every album regardless, and others stopped caring30 albums ago. That said, The Whispering Wall does have some brilliant moments, and is very cohesive, easily eclipsing 2002's double feature of All The King's Horses and All The King's Men,albums that had strong points, but would have been better whittled downto a single disc. Those albums saw the band in a transitional period,finding their footing after the departure of Ryan Moore, trying out amore intimate, stripped-down sound that became tiresome after a fewlistens. This time around, there's been a few more personnel changes —the loss of guitarist/violinist Martijn de Kleer and the addition ofguitarist Erik Drost — but the Pink Dots have come out intact andsmelling (and sounding) like a bouquet of atomic roses. All thefamiliar Dots elements are present on The Whispering Wall.There's a good bit of future-scare dystopian proselytizing ("SoftToy"); a sinister riff on a nursery rhyme ("Dominic"); a slow-cookedinstrumental ("The Region Beyond"); the ubiquitous spoken-word EKSnarrative against a backdrop of densely layered noise and sound effects("The Divide"); and just plain demented silliness ("King of a SmallWorld"). The soupy production by Dots mainstay Raymond Steeg istypically heavy-handed (in a good way, lots of sonic detail), and eachplayer is given time to shine: Silverman's expertly-wieldedsynthesizers and rhythm programming, Niels Van Hoorn's exquisitesaxophone blasts and Erik Drost's gutsy swathes of shredding psychguitar are all variously highlighted in the mix. It's an accomplishedalbum by a prolific band who continue to prove that although less iscertainly more, more can also be more.Read More
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The Poppy Variations is the ill-natured twin of The Whispering Wall — the qlippothic, mirror-universe reflection, residing in the shadowy nightside of Eden. Where Whispering is right in line with LPD's current manifestation and evolution, Poppy is entirely regressive and even transgressive. Where Whispering is often joyful and musically rich, Poppyis spare, prickly and pessimistic. Rather than a series of inviting,accessible compositions, LPD creates a series of perverse spectralenigmas, even utilizing samples and reworkings of their older material,in some attempt at painstaking self-reflection and exegesis. EdwardKa-Spel's lyrics aren't as bemused and detached as usual here, instead,on many of the tracks, he sounds downright miserable, displaying thekind of perplexed mental fragmentation familiar from early Dotsmaterial like Asylum. Long sections of near-silence andpassages exhibiting the kind of wildly unorthodox experimentation notheard since the Steven Stapleton-produced Malachai: Shadow Weaver part 2make this album one of LPD's most difficult propositions in recentmemory. It's a schizophrenic experience attempting to place this albumin context with The Whispering Wall; best, then, to evaluate iton its own merits. Which are many, especially for diehard fans of earlyDots (read: freaks of nature) - the jagged, minimal electronics andKa-Spel's piercing graveyard whine, staccato drum machine rhythms,bizarre samples, loops and low-budget psychedelic touches thatcontribute to an air of drugged-out bedroom insanity. The hazy, summerbuzz of "Krussoe" shifts and festers in the background, as Ka-Spelmutters: "All I have is sand, a withered hand, a pile of cans, they'rerusting." More nautical metaphors (see Ka-Spel's Pieces of 8),this time the bedraggled literary castaway wishing for a ship to comeand take him away from his tropical hell. Even the song names on The Poppy Variationsseem to echo the album's dire outlook: "Personal Monster" and "ItDoesn't Matter Anway," a pair of songs that echo early Dots melodies,minimal treatments, up-close vocals explicating the most dreadfulfuturistic angst. "L'oiseau Rare (Pt. 1 & 2)" begins with wackyjungle-drums and bouncing vocals familiar from "Crumbs on the Carpet,"but it quickly segues into a lengthy excursion through enigmaticunfoldings of ambient meandering, lost in a vast interplanetary garbagescow at night. It's as frightening, haunted and lonely as The Tower or parts of Crushed Velvet Apocalypse.An Orson Welles-ish radio drama voice slips out of the aethyr on "TheHot Breath on Your Neck," creepily intoning:"It...is...later...than...you...think....," to which a resigned Ka-Spelreplies: "I know, you don't have to rub it in, do you?" Ouch. Thingsend on a note of spectacularly epic melancholy, with the two-part,25-minute picaresque musical patchwork of the title track, which usesthe classic track "Poppy Day" as a jumping off point for a lengthymeditation on depression and addiction. I've never felt so far awaylistening to music on my headphones, the track traveling through mentalcorridors, collecting faded memories and obsessed spirits, ultimatelyexploding into a massive and sinister soundscape of disembodied voices,radioactive swipes of brain-frying sound, cold metallic insectoidtextures and distant, reverberating funereal choruses of bagpipes. Inits own twisted, cadaverous way, The Poppy Variations is an even finer accomplishment than The Whispering Wall, a spooked missive from deep in the heart of the abyss.samples:
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