Mahayuga
What the spider told me
Deep within the womb of the mother part 03
Deep within the womb of the mother part 04
The hunt
It
starts with a horn. A loud blaring hunting type horn. The sort of horn
noise to be found on very early PTV, Laibach
or even 23 Skiddoo recordings. A nice horn that needs to be heard to be
appreciated. I really like a good horn I do. Then it's gone. Just like
that. I was going to do a Tommy Cooper gag but, as the sad unfunny fuck's
dead, I'll respect his memory and won't. Bottle, glass, glass, bottle.
Sorry. Back to the horn. Replacing the horn is a swirling, throbbing,
garbled electronic overload of beat driven sound and a woman's wailing.
Think of a less excessive Yoko Ono to get my drift. Works for me. In fact
the whole recording works for me on many levels. There's an experimentation
feel, stopping well short of the Avant Garde, that gives "Marches
and Meditations" its own identity. Intense and subdued. Dynamic and
rhythmic. It draws you like a moth to different musical genre lights.
Flitting and never settling in one place long enough to get burned. Chants
and mesmerising loops are the icing on the cake of this beauty. The atmospheres
it creates are stunningly realised and the pleasure factor is never diminished.
An excellent release and one that demands investigation by the more discerning
readers of this site. Even without the horn I would be singing its praises
from on high. Though the horn still did it for me.