BESTIA CENTAURI: THE SELF IMMOLATION RITE
CD: Somnambulant SMOCD001 [2004]

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The 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.


ANM

[Bestia Centauri] / [Somnambulant]

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