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:: Review ::
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can certainly start with the positives, namely that the CD is packaged in a top
quality digipack, with a simple yet visually engaging painting on the cover and a
series of charcoal sketches illustrating the text. It's a real nice package, but
please don't ruin the magic by rushing to read the text, unless you're partial to
pretentious meaninglessness of the highest caliber. Sure, it's all veiled as some
sort of cohesive whole, but it's really not.
The sounds on this release might just as well have been submitted for use in an IMAX
film about space exploration and the vast, cold loneliness of humans adrift in outer
space, but they could have just as easily found a home in any dense sci-fi sleeper.
The credits indicate it was composed and recorded over a span of two days, but to me
it really sounds like they could have put it together in a single afternoon.
The liner notes and promo cover letter, in their amazing pretentiousness, also
declare "This is e-fucking-ternal".
At least they go that right. Want a sense of eternity? Play this album
for 20 minutes or so and you'll begin to understand division by zero...
My only problem with trashing an album as thoroughly as I'm trashing this one, is
that anyone reading this is likely to think I'm
exaggerating, or that there's some sort of innuendo at play here. Trust me folks,
nothing doing! I even offered this little dish to a couple of people I know who are
really into strange "music", in the hope that their electronica-honed ears might
pick up something here, but it was all to no avail. Nobody resonated with this
stuff.
A fair critique of my rant so far would be that I still haven't described
the actual music here, but to be honest, I have a hard time even calling it music at
times. And it's NOT because this is much too "avant garde" for a mindless automaton
like me, as the liner notes and promo letter seem to suggest concerning anyone who
isn't in awe of this work.
Bottom line: I need melody, you know? Granted, melody is subtle and elusive for some
people, so I'm not even going to demand that as a requirement (and we can certainly
forget any notion of interesting counterpoint or dynamic harmony). But if you can't
provide any of the above, and there is absolutely no groove anywhere in sight, I am
very curious to know exactly who these people think they are fooling here? What
exactly is the content of this album, and above all, why on earth should we care??!!
Certainly, the Ornette Coleman of electronica they are not, so who knows, but I
think it's fair to say the jig is up.
Rating: I'll give it 0NE keyboard, but only because that's all the equipment I
believe is required in the manufacture of this release.
Luis Nasser
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Centrozoon | a new strain of freeform electronica
:: DISCOGRAPHY ::
Sun Lounge Debris - 2000
Blast - 2001
The Cult Of: Bibbiboo - 2002
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