Reviews

Stop. Red light. No jumping. Straightforward techno sounds, strongly structured and conceptually a good start, a time to think of what could lie ahead, a brief time of contemplation of where you are going to be heading, or hope to be. But then, anything could happen. Interesting track, with variation in stereo, content and volume. Me like.

Visibility. A clanging sense of tension, maybe the weather is bad, maybe the vision is blurred from the start through inebriation or disease. We live in an age when everyone seems to think that a driving licence is part of the array of their human rights. Like there isn't enough cars on the road already. I had a car crash a little while back, and I'm still reluctant to drive now and will only do so if I really have to. I was in a stationary vehicle and someone just crashed into my vehicle. Cost me thousands and nearly ruined Christmas that year, but onwards and upwards. The track calms a little but still retains that sense of tension and belligerance in continuing the journey nonetheless. The atmosphere changes towards the end, lending a sense of impending doom perhaps (but then I've seen the track list, the script has been anticipated).

Push. Does this imply an impression of pushing things to the limit, perseverance in the apparent face of adversity, or a break down and having to physically push the vehicle. Either way it can be hard work. Nice track as it calms down and settles into its flow, good sound construction, nice manipulation. The ticking percussion implies the former applies, with the occasional alarm bell ringing. Speed limits are guides, when you are in a 30km limit, you don't have to reach that limit if you don't want to, but most people seem to want to make the most of their allowance, and usually add a bit. I was caught 2 miles over the limit on camera, sixty pounds it cost me. You can see I'm not generally a lucky person!-)

Race. Starts gently, minding your own business, just cruising along. Quite a mellow track that starts to build the tension slowly, that sense of male competitiveness which I abhor and loathe with an equal passion perhaps. Like I cannnot tolerate the intolerant and anger management just winds me up. I think I was expecting some pacey Kraftwerk like race sound, but this seems to be a slow motion experience and accumulation of speed. More of an objective summation of what a race may entail.

Speed. Now this is more like my expectations. Higher pitched and much more dynamic. There is an understanding from this particular listener, how addictive speed can be and it's fine when nothing bad comes of it. However, unless Lady Luck is on your shoulder it becomes potentially dangerous. Two tons of metal and various other materials, hurtling around breakneck, some would say, is an accident waiting to happen and there is some truth to that. Still feels mild, like a Tour de France kind of speed, until the end where it begins to get 'out of hand'. Perhaps that's the sense of losing control.

Faster. Instantly the track comes over as more serious, more foreboding, as if a line of acceptability is being crossed as opposed to a finishing line, at least then it would have a better ending. However, like I've said, I've read the script and know the inevitable is looming larger as we travel along this sonic highway. Again another nice track, and there is good sound diversity between the tracks, avoiding tediousness deftly. It is an adjunct of the previous track Speed, a step up into the inevitable disaster to come, and we all know it will. Push at that barrier too hard and it will break, no longer able to support your force and insistence.

Breaking. After all a vehicle of any sort, being manufactured with many components, has a limit, a barrier to tolerance of use. Abuse of that and pushing that barrier will eventually and inevitably lead to a breakdown of one or more component parts. Think how many parts there are working frantically away just in the engine itself, let alone all the other bits and pieces that are there to work in conjunction. Disequilibrium arises from extending the pliability of those components in part and as part of a collaborative unit of manufacture. Everything has a limit, even my attempts at reviewing music!-) The pace has picked up and the structure implies that the breaking point is reached by its own fluctuation in sustainability.

Explosion. The expected pushing of limitations has been overcome with essential entropy, otherwise where would we end up. Everything has its necessary point at which transgression propels the variables to incorporate chaos, which assimilation is causal to the ensuing effects thereafter. Boom. Avoiding the boredom of maintaining a vehicle, even if all the dots are on the i's and the crosses on the t's, there is still a limit to the ability to resist a catastrophic collapse of continuance. We are bound by boundaries seen and unseen, either just as effectively disastrous in potential.

Death. Unfortunate but sometimes unavoidable, the only solace being that it was perhaps sudden and quick, although it might be argued that such a change in being and existence is better if preparation can be made. However, once this point of entropy is reached it's a road that you cannot make a u-turn on. When you go, you go, fast or slow. Overall, a very good album, a strong concept, an unfortunate ending made good with brilliant electronic music.

eine stunde krach

garniert mit etwas lärm
und etlichen prisen schrägen tönen

dazu jede menge verlustreiche kleine sehr schwer heraushörbare höhepunkte

vielleicht ja die ideale filmmusik für einen
sadomaso-promotion-werbepornostreifen von sony
in dem AIBO-roborterhunde abartige dinge miteinader anstellen