CDR: Dead Sea Liner DSL03 [2006]


Talk about a strange name for an act. Another Enough Chairs. What the fuck is that? I've taken to trying to question and decipher hidden meanings given to these weird and wonderful names. Without much success it must be stressed. This is my latest attempt. The artist must have chairs. Lots of chairs. Enough in fact to satisfy any mere mortal. But he wants another. He wants more. Why? Is he expecting a coach load of pensioners on a day trip to Brighton to suddenly turn up at his door? Will they end up standing too close for comfort together without the required seating? The answers are out there. I just can't find them. Perhaps I should email the artist himself to get to the bottom of this name. Then again I won't. The last thing he needs is a fucking weirdo asking fucking weird questions. Some things are best left to the imagination.

"Bring that voice to the state" is the third release on the Dead Sea Liner record label. If you've read the other three reviews before this one you'll know that this CDR is value for money. £2.00, including postage, my good man. Better than a trip to Poundstretcher any day. Featuring three tracks and 30+ minutes of music Another Enough Chairs occupies that very strange land called avant folk / noise. Or so the press release would have you believe. Don't trust everything you read. This review is the exception to that rule of course. The 'folk' aspect might put some of you potential buyers off. Well don't. There's no "lets dance round the Maypole and sing about famine and death" crap here. The reviewer at this stage lifts his eyes to the sky in thanks. The 'folk' bit is limited to just some guitar plucking, mouth organ, gentle percussion, tambourine hitting and vocal jiggery pokery. So not really 'folk' then. Instead you, the reader, should fix your beady little eyes onto the 'avant' noise bit. This is where the heart of "Bring that voice to the state" beats loudest. Even that though is a misnomer of sorts. For found within is the kind of music that encompasses drone and early Industrial music along with a fistful of generic freakouts of the improv variety. Doesn't sound so good does it? Oh yea of little faith.

We start with the first track. A 9 minute ditty titled... don't know because none of the tracks have titles.. that sounds like Throbbing Gristle having a tea party in an enchanted forest surrounded by chiming fairies who suddenly turn into bad ass motherfuckers armed with electric guitars set to stun. Weird huh? It gets better. Or weirder depending on your point of view. Track two, a 7 minute piece, has an cold ambient feel that is over ridden by badly tuned guitar, mouth organ... not badly tuned, slow thumping percussion and tambourine and vocal disharmony before ending in an electronic spaced out melange. The last track - and the longest - is a 13 minute of 'get down and get with it' drone and feedback kick to the knackersacks. A splendid riff olla incorporating chugging noise, of all varieties, and vocal masturbation... and a suitable mind bending ending, which you need to hear for yourself, to a rather peculiar and somewhat strangely enticing release.

"Bring that voice to the state" is a record that, like that fat ugly bird at the disco you recently tongued, you can't help going back to. There's just something about it that begs further encounters and investigation. A very avant-garde, I should have put that in capital letters for better effect, release that isn't off putting in the least. With the last notes still resonating in my ears I now bring this review to a close. Adding as a footnote that the name of the act has still left me confused. Thankfully the music didn't.


[Dead Sea Liner]

Direct Link:

Our Dead Sea Liner Page