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Camping 2
One of my 101 things is to review some old albums. (While I have internet.... who knows if the might of Telstra will reach Agnes Water?)
I am actually a day late with this but am going to let myself off. I wound up listening to this after getting a text from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bluedevi saying that they were all sat on the beach at Camber Sands listening to it. So I sat on my train out of sunny Brisbane, QLD, listening to it as well.
It's kind of hard to review, because what it mostly is is lovely, yes, but, well. Minimal. I mean, I like minimal, but I can't always distinguish Track A from Track B without looking at the iPod display, you know?
It is awesome Sunday music, though, in the "Sundays are for chilling out and recovering from Saturday" sense. (Not that I've been out clubbing on a Saturday for months now: a shocking omission. I keep wanting to get up on Sunday morning and go surfing instead, and these two things are not compatible, at least not if you are, as I am, someone who values your 8 nightly hours.)
'Happy Happy' (Tomas Anderson) is one of the standout tracks, with the lovely cheerful tune that hops around from bleepy thing to tinkly thing to differently bleepy thing. 'Your Body Is My Body' (Ellen Allien) has the nice squelchy bits, and 'My Computer Eats An Acid Trip' says 'acid' at you a lot, which is always good.
(In factthe acid must be working the discussions with uon about visualisation are obviously paying off, because if I listen to this and shut my eyes I do start seeing things in my head. It's more like imagining, though, than the more solids shapes-behind-your-eyelids that he describes. It continues to be the case that the thing I see most clearly when I have my eyes shut is my mental construct of wherever I am.)
In conclusion: bleepy.
I am actually a day late with this but am going to let myself off. I wound up listening to this after getting a text from
bluedevi saying that they were all sat on the beach at Camber Sands listening to it. So I sat on my train out of sunny Brisbane, QLD, listening to it as well.It's kind of hard to review, because what it mostly is is lovely, yes, but, well. Minimal. I mean, I like minimal, but I can't always distinguish Track A from Track B without looking at the iPod display, you know?
It is awesome Sunday music, though, in the "Sundays are for chilling out and recovering from Saturday" sense. (Not that I've been out clubbing on a Saturday for months now: a shocking omission. I keep wanting to get up on Sunday morning and go surfing instead, and these two things are not compatible, at least not if you are, as I am, someone who values your 8 nightly hours.)
'Happy Happy' (Tomas Anderson) is one of the standout tracks, with the lovely cheerful tune that hops around from bleepy thing to tinkly thing to differently bleepy thing. 'Your Body Is My Body' (Ellen Allien) has the nice squelchy bits, and 'My Computer Eats An Acid Trip' says 'acid' at you a lot, which is always good.
(In fact
uon about visualisation are obviously paying off, because if I listen to this and shut my eyes I do start seeing things in my head. It's more like imagining, though, than the more solids shapes-behind-your-eyelids that he describes. It continues to be the case that the thing I see most clearly when I have my eyes shut is my mental construct of wherever I am.)In conclusion: bleepy.