- Sampledelic
- Avant-garde
- Alternative
- Film noir
- Electronic music
- Sound collage
- Leftfield
- Exploitation music
Comment:
I am back again to another 17-minute track (day before yesterday I
reviewed Pollux`s Naked Lights) though the recent issue under
a resident artist within the Proc-Records` discography (proc003) is more based
on spoken word samples accompanied by slowly slinging rhythms. The
former element is based around the snippets from gangster motion
pictures. //”Where is my fucking money?/I don`t
know!/Where is my money?/It is in the box/I am talking here
not you/Fuck you! If you could open up your mouth then you
could shut up/Fuck it yourself!”/Your fucking phony/You
get me out of here//. Indeed, it is a dialogue between a young
layer and an experienced mob who is arrested and insists to get out
of jail. And there is up shooting in the ending part as well though
those sordid speech moments and ill-omened sonic themes and nervous
broken beat and retro-futurist haunting electronica and
orchestration blended appearances are at times jettisoned for more
flamboyant, just very lite orchestrated moments which chime thereby
in a fake, excessively emotional way. In a final part one can hear
affectionate shouting and imploring mercy which is followed by
shooting and ultimately by execution. In a word, it is all about very
inferior aspects of human kind. However, as a sonic statement and
formal sound collage it must be astounding because it compels the
listener to think of these adverse situations and choices in life.
Get it as a preventive act against the criminal career.