CENTAURI: THE SELF IMMOLATION RITE
CD: Somnambulant SMOCD001 
music Dido puts out makes me vomit. Maudlin songs for single sexually
repressed menopausal 30 year old women has me heaving into the toilet
bowl. But I would love to fuck her. There’s something very sisterly
about her that gives me a hard on. So for every negative there is a positive.
The negative with this latest release from Bestia Centauri is the Self
Immolation Rite mumbo jumbo that’s written about in the CD insert.
What the fuck is all that about? I’ve re-read it countless times
and I still don’t understand a bloody word. Each of the 4 tracks
is meant to represent a journey into the inner self. Or something like
that. I may have missed something in my interpretation. Maybe I’m
just ignorant at heart and don‘t have the open mind required to
‘get’ the message or vibe. The UK equivalent of trailer trash.
Only in a Council house. And without the trailer.
The positive though is that the music is a damn fine example of experimental
electronic ambient (ish) music at its most opulent and, dare I say it,
surreal. Yeah…surreal is a fitting description. The sounds , and
very strange they are at times, have an organic out of this world presence
about them. The music continually shifts and mutates, never repeating
itself, as it evolves and spreads spiralling ever outward into new realms
of weirdness. Headfuck music in other words. At the end of the insert
Bestia Centauri write: "Let the music lead you where it will".
Never have there been truer words penned.
Approach "The Self Immolation Rite" as an experiment in sonic
collages and you won’t be disappointed. You might even understand
what the Self Immolation Rite sets out to do and achieve. Unlike me.
Centauri] / [Somnambulant]