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Approximately half of this is unsuccessful, the remainder at least shows some s of imagination and quality control. The new studio CD fits neatly into a cut out in the centre of the LP it's a lovely packagewhich contains two live tracks recorded in Belgium in May Both combine ambient atmospherics with some suitably dark narration, and a steady, muted rhythm. Despite the live sound quality these are both impressive Contrastate tracks, showing influences from several areas of instrumental electronics, from the cosmic to the relatively harsh.

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The new studio CD fits neatly into a cut out in the centre of the LP it's a lovely packagewhich contains two live tracks recorded in Belgium in May Both combine ambient atmospherics with some suitably dark narration, and a steady, muted rhythm. Despite the live sound quality these are both impressive Contrastate tracks, hypearctive influences from several areas of instrumental electronics, from the cosmic to the relatively harsh.

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The compositions move between rock and other traditional song forms, and more edmonton free sex chat influenced works, although none are afraid to draw in whatever disparate traditions seem necessary. Some of it unsurprisingly is reminiscent of Henry Cow, some has faint echoes of the popular minimalist composers.

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That said, if it is a joke, it's a pretty good one, and there are moments when the use of the astronautic imagery gives off some of the satisfyingly psychotic whiff of J. Ballard's efforts in the same direction. Opening cut How Much They Are sounds dreadfully dated, a mutant combination of A Certain Ratio-style funk bass and deadpan vocals over a cheesy rhythm box, albeit with some cool dub effects. Far more satisfying is the stark Where's The Money, which is pure mids Can. Full Circle and Mystery are subtitled Radio Picture Series, and both owe a major debt to Holger Czukay's early solo work with shortwave radio and other effects.

I wouldn't say any of this was particularly essential, but fans of both Wobble and Can will derive some enjoyment from this reissue. Sexchat roulette cumberland head new york is a typical piece, waves-a-washing, and synth ambience-a-ambing. Turais uses drones rather enticingly, while Sadalsuud mixes what sounds like a location recording of a man on a fishing boat with more synthesised ambience.

All three are very attractive, very listenable, but the cassette remains woefully short. In fact, Digital Poodle have a less harsh sound than much of FLA and a greater orientation towards danceable percussion though the "German tekno mix" of Work Terminal misses the point entirely. Notable changes of style are the atmospheric and spacious tracks Beat the Fool and Effectiveness; and then there is Soul Crush Zoviet France virtual mixthirteen minutes of false ends and otherwise uninterrupted metronomic tedium.

But for the most part this release should meet with the approval of enthusiasts of the current percussive, danceable "industrial" music, provided they aren't looking for anything innovative or intricate. The most obvious comparisons are however Faust and Slapp Happy, and it is to fans of flirt finder home latter two one on one sexting free that Brocolli [sic] June Harvest will surely most appeal.

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