Oh man

After much hounding I’ve received a further two review cds from The Wire which I’m pretty chuffed about. I have to complete the reviews within the next 5 days, but I’m on the way to finishing one of them already. Judging by the two cds David Stubbs sent me it looks like he actually did look at my review archive because both discs are around the improvisation/electronica interface. Why am I writing this? Because for some reason, perhaps an odd conjunction of the planets or male menopause or who knows, but I’m going through a pretentious period. Lord help me, but what’s particularly bad is that I’m liking my pretentiousness. Here are some outtakes from my review of ~scape’s Andrew Pekler:

• “A waystation on the reversible journey between machinic sublimation and gestural catharsis.”
• It’s one in a long history of hybrids, an arc whose complexity increases – whether the efficacy of the approach increases in parallel will depend upon the individual listener to decide.

I do, however, quite like these ones:

• Big booming bass, so big that it seems to squash everything else to the margins, like an oversize, though nimble elephant in a too small room.
• Rusted Bill Evans offcuts submerged in a vat of swarfega.
• Bass lumbers lugubriously forward like Lurch from the Addams Family.

These are discarded though perhaps I’ll find some review they’re useful for.