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First a masterpiece, then a mess…and now this, a
messterpiece from these Montreal minstrels and their
namesake mastermind, Sam (or Osama) Shalabi. This is
another foray into the field of psychedelic poppies,
aside from a gorgeous ballad on #2 featuring guest
vocalist Elizabeth Anka Vajagic most of this teeters
on the fence between hippy jam and even less focused
sonic noodling. That being said, listened en toto
from end to end this album creates its own landscape
with tabla often as its touchstone. The short tonic
track after the aforementioned ballad serves as an
incredible shadow (with clarinet). The album is
bookended by less organic, more orgonic materials. The
initial cut is a flutey forest shredded by a sampler,
the last cut sort of orbits in space around the turf
that has been traversed earlier. While track #9 does
recall their earlier galactic garden processionals,
really all of this is enjoyable. It just tastes like
it was taken out of the oven a tad too soon. Better
that than too late…
Reviewed by Thurston Hunger on
February 13, 2005 at 3:07 am
Filed as Format,A Library,CD
1 comment
hello;
just i want to say hallo and if u have a time replay to me cose i wana know some info. about u ,as what im review your profile you are from tripoli-libya also i’m from tripoli -libya my name said mahmoud shalabi my birht date 20/7/1964 im computer eng. with Eni oil co.
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said
Comment by Anonymous,
February 6th, 2006 12:43 am
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