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i thought that cusik article was a mess & not the slightest bit enjoyable to read. i gave up after this paragraph:
| quote: | | His music tries so hard to be correct at times it renders itself uninteresting. This music does not writhe or howl or twitch, it is not hung-over, either giving into or recovering from an addiction, an obsession or a perversion. He's a musical Puritan, a Christian cop. The music suffers no readily apparent lacerations, diseases or infections. The music is sterile. It is not trapped in neurotic sexual frenzy. It chases nothing because it is disconnected from real desire and pathos. I wonder if BT were actually able to successfully incorporate moments of profound silence on this album what would they resonate with? Pithiness probably. But never an echoed taste of De Sade's pathos or mania. Well, this isn't really fair. He did the best he could...sadly. I'd prefer to hear an album of what HE believes to be his worst music, not what I believe to be his worst. Things that perhaps he deletes in the middle of the night out of shame, uncertainty or fear. Paranoid riffs. Can a riff be paranoid? I guess not. A riff is a type of certainty, usually overstated male bravado and little else. Paranoia is a form of fearful ignorance. Still there must be musical passages that have leapt from his subconscious without analysis' musical paradoxes, something' anything. Confusing things, etc. If he ever had the courage to pursue those emotions to their end, he might actually produce something of interest. Instead this music has bought into the clich' of its own imagined genius. |
by then he was just throwing miscellaneous (& occasionally nonsensical) sentences down without any kind of flow or direction. like a bad dj set.
i can't say i fully agree with ishkur, but his was a far more entertaining read
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