~reviewed by Goat
It can’t be a good thing when a CD ends and it takes 10 minutes or so to register that the music has actually stopped. It’s hard to write this. Because I really wanted to like this CD very much. I love the artwork. I love the idea. I love the name. I love everything about it except the music.
The question I then sought to answer for myself was “Why?” Why don’t I like the music? Where did the CD go wrong for me? What’s my big gripe?
In the most unscientific and moronic terms possible, I can only explain that, “It doesn’t go anywhere.”
Sometimes I wish that I had been able or willing to sit through the music theory class. I just couldn’t. I felt angry in that class. Like how I felt in the art classes where we dissected every great painting I’d ever loved; the art class that made me see every painting now by it’s technical merits. If however, I had sat through that music theory class, I might be able to explain in not-so-moronic terms what, “It doesn’t GO anywhere” really means.
It’s all I can say though. There’s nothing about this music that engages my brain enough to pay attention to it. It doesn’t gently take my hand and lead me along as perhaps I feel it should. It doesn’t whisper things between the lulls. It doesn’t leave me feeling like I’ve had a *relation-ship* with it, and even the bleakest KK Null tracks have done that for me. This just doesn’t. I listened to the disc several times, and the same thing happens each time. The music ends and it takes a while before my brain registers, “Oh. The music stopped.”
I will say that tracks 6 and 8 have moments that are exceptions to my general feeling about this CD. These two tracks had moments where I felt my brain awake again from “sleep” mode and begin to follow. Only to be thrown again into an unwilling disenchantment. I tried so hard to like this. I hope the musicians involved will not give up. It seems they are headed some-where, but as for now, this isn’t a disc I’ll spend any more time with. I’m sorry, fellows.
On Skean Dhu Recordings