I launched a clip or 2 from this very special project and got the question if I wanted to review it. I listened to it and wanted to say: no. But I tried and wrote some lines about it. 10 songs! How hard can it be to sit them out and write a review about it. Yup! I took a dive and here’s the result of my struggling with this music:
Shally Wally (feat. Caporal): some beats and a snoring dog. It all sounds like a cheap electro disco track: made in an home studio with the most simple equipment. But ok: it’s better the A Scapegoat’s Life and Occuli (“projects” from the 90’s with very childish simple tones, I reviewed them in the past for a paper magazine, both disbanded itself after reading my review: no harm has been done and even talked with them face to face). Feel brings more tempo and more electro disco. Maybe we should have send this one to the Eurovision contest and put some Drag Queens next to the guy with the microphone? Selfie is so far the best track: I like the tempo and the sound. The vocals are more whispering, so I miss a real singing voice. The music sounds more like a floating techno track that got speeded up and got some more blips and bleeps on top. Drugs sounds like how this song sounds if recorded under influence of drugs (with techno on the background). The more you listen to it, the less worse it sounds. My Station sounds like the kind of songs you sometimes hear in hipster restaurants in foreign countries. It’s some kind of muzak techno. Pretty sure you can find all the sample’s in a gear box online and putting it together must be a child’s play. This brings us to the next title: Supercrap. Yup: this is how a song can be described by it’s title. What do you hear, next to the title? A whispering voice, some roaring beats and simple electro/techno slices. Pimps and Whores has beats that sounds louder than the whispering voice. The music is not bad, but sounds really boring to me. I want action, but almost fall asleep behind my desk. The Dream wants to run behind Telex, but fails. I miss the dark humour. It’s also not coming close to the fun of Obverse Reality. It might sound hard: but it’s more a waste of time and money. Dark Forgotten Ghosts has some horny women in it but for the rest it sounds like a song without a soul: brainless floating techno. Maybe some shops will play it (lingerie shops), but that’s a very narrow target audience. Last song is called Readjust Yourself. It’s like a Suzanne Vega parody, but built up in a cheap way. Towards the end it sounds like ideal for a Taiwanese massage salon.
I polished my review a bit and made it less harsher. But sometimes it's needed to write down what you think about what you hear and feel. It's bad, but I hope it will get better in the near future or maybe vanish. I'm sorry William, but this is what I make from this album!
