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An
anxious moment of a noctambulist waking from his walk in sleep to find
himself stranded on a hill-side outside a vast, industrial fane; howls
puncture through gaping embrasures, saccadic tones squeal behind smoke-stack
ramparts, the sky lazes in bloated, shale fumes, freshets of unctuous
fluid sear scorched earth, and from somewhere deep within infernal pyres
floresce...
This album is the first official release from Bardoseneticcube on the
Athanor label, though this album has seen previous CDR release from Black
Dead Rabbit Production (BDRP094). A limited edition digipak, "Necklace"
is a full-colour, glossy pack with evanescent artwork by Jean-Marc Dauvergne,
laconic description and label detail leave little but the rubric stamped
black disc for inspection.
"Necklace" is disquieting, which isn't saying much compared
to the endless halls of dark ambient music that "disturb", most
of the album slips in paramnesia; anxiety is sustained despite the brief
interludes before the shambling morass of soughing industrialism returns.
Not that the album is without its salient features, it is just that they
seem only to have one quest in mind: distort reality by familial tension.
It is Cinematic to its own imagined world, one of adytums in the deepest
of nethers, of forgotten and now hallowed-by-god-knows-what recesses of
a rusted machine of a city. An interesting confusing element is the silence
during tracks that one would expect in lieu of the next installment of
the album, individual tracks take on a multiplicity of deception that
leaves one wondering just what is real and what is not. While the album
consists of a talent inspired from sources industrial and noisome "Necklace"
conceals itself in a mire of ambience with an inchoate lo-fi approach
that retains a pedigree of quality. Accelerated heartbeat rhythms compound
with propeller tunnels of noise, subtle elements of animated and unusual
electronics hint at an sentience in the backgrounds beyond the realms
of simple death industrialism.
NYR