booze krautedeliche After the first two (basic) album, separation of pataphysical Merzbild Schwet and collaboration with Tibet Insect , this was the first chapter in which Stapleton worked in total solitude. And it is an amazing, ambitious and delirious surrealism collage of over an hour long, which takes my breath the whole time. It had been only three years by the sudden debut and English had already developed a distinctive style, marked by swings between fearful austerity, abstract and compelling irony (not always easy to grasp, perhaps). I Am Blind is a rummage among metals in small denominations, wheezing lower dark-ambient and voices from beyond the grave, except for a brief foray style karate that jolts of fear. The title track is basically a solo gongs, including spoken voice of women and children, squeaks claims; everything is weighed up by pauses that inspires fear whatsoever.
Austral dustbin dirge marks a bit 'the beginning of the second phase of the disc, which pushes very cut-up. Snarling dogs handled all manner of percussion, sonic absorption, sampling and terror that continue to spiral The schmurz, unstoppable 25 minutes of madness. And 'here that we find the true meaning of ironic Stapleton; quotes do not count every play and it emerges that she had forgotten a previous listening: female dialogues in English, classical music opera disfigured by Larsen, micro-chips cartoon music, ghostly walking distance moved by the wind bells and banjos desertified, etc etc ... Absolutely genius.
The closure The tumultuous Upsurge, is a half minutes of barely audible cacophony, but I seem to sense the laughs manipulated by machine. Even if not, I imagine them as a worthy final chapter of this fundamental in the long career of this truly unique character.
Nurse With Wound - Homotopy to Marie (1982)
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