Musical Orizzontale introduces a brave, new album from Enjoyable Music. It's called A Liturgy of Wires. As far as electronic rituals go, this one rides the higher echelon, with an '80s soundtrack vibe that's both nostalgic, prodigious and lethal.
Each wired link of the nine-piece, circuited saga invokes a means to careen through the nocturnal, neon-lit streets in search of inner peace, even as one's heart leaps to a myriad of ass-whoopin' beats.
"Part One. A Hyperviolent Affaire with Music" spurs the scene, as opening credits flash across one's mind. Here one finds espionage and perhaps if one's not careful, disheartened defeat, but the warm-up stays light even when it hits cold and hard.
"Part Two. Simulated Background Data" plays like a Trek holodeck thrown off the reels, unspooling ever faster until it becomes clear that one's fantasies have dug a hole far too deep.
"Part Three. Leaden Ejaculation" represents an erratic ascension as one crawls from out one's consequential grave: a carnal-pulsed slippage that then splats the censorious concrete.
"Part Four. Copy I, Copy II, Copy III. Mutation I" tells of a siren-swirled capture, maybe by the police but more likely some surreptitious, Cronenberg corp. One's blood is sampled, cloned and microchipped for superior migration. (Within this new form, one's renewed rage hammers like the Mighty Thor.)
"Part Five. Speakers Disguised as Birds" is calmer, but no less unsympathetic in its artificial flight. The industrial groove is ever-so-smooth, but inside thrives that same ol' false-hope deceit.
"Part Six. Non Oracle" mingles the melodies of "Simulated Background Data" and "Copy I...Mutation I", creating a mosh-pit realization. In the nominal, "No Oracle" stretch, one finds blurred insight, but regardless of one's need to flee, the chaotic exertion suckles spite. (Incidentally, this track has birthed a vibrant video, with visuals that explode to the point of leaving one numbingly non-omniscient.)
"Part Seven. Worthless Data" percolates like a sardonic, cold cup of coffee, its kick dead but eternally determined (forever nervous and clear).
"Part Eight. A Sunshine Made of Piss" trickles of exhaustion (a thematic reply to "Leaden Ejaculation"), spurting pure manipulation. Within this mindful urination, one scratches and probes, depleting misguided mettle as the powers-that-be instill more.
"Part Nine. Sound Crimes of the Future" croaks a baroque warning, painting an Alphaville dawn. For as much as one screams, one can never loosen the world's dystopic screws. One now simulates Patrick McGoohan's Number Six, imprisoned because, after all, it's the song one wants.
A Liturgy of Wires is frightening yet fun, expansive yet confined: an emotional, cerebral adventure of a wicked, magnanimous kind.
Give this dark, enjoyable excursion a try at
https://musicaorizzontale.bandcamp.com/album/mo16-a-liturgy-of-wires
and check out the sense-assaulting "Non Oracle" video at
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8LuAxvjBFLA
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