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I can guess that the title refers to having a cheap speaker
in an acoustically active hardfloor school cafeteria fritzing
out and in doing so transforming whatever sound is pumped
through it into its own unique otherworldly transmission. If
that is what experimental creator/artist Baiyon intended, he
achieved mightily. You hear the sound straining to get through,
as if there’s a tiny homunculus inside your speaker/headphones
pressing his back up against all the electronic notes that
he then forces out into your air/head. It ends up sounding
like some distant relative of Hans Edler/Gershon Kingsley/
Morton Subotnick/Robert Moog (the last of whom Baiyon
contributed music to the recent film about). The results here
never feel laboratory-boring synthesized, they feel as
real as a kid at a playground, and have the same sort of
infectious cute virus as well. Right off the bat, I knew
this album would make me happy…the first track, with its
sputter start and choppy whips then in comes a reversed angel
singing a theme song to an imaginary cartoon. Divine! I’d
like to see Baiyon load these as ringtones in 50 cellphones,
and then record them as a chorus called simultaneously.
Reviewed by Thurston Hunger on
January 7, 2006 at 12:36 am
Filed as A Library,CD
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