slow, sluggishness, apathy etc. - Pompoesque.
The latest offering from Bogus Music is surprisingly none of the above.
In fact, lethargic, based upon it's small sampling on mp3.com, seems
freakishly invigorating. The title track is techno-apocalyptic
in it's feel - as if to take a cyber-trek through the cold, empty, expanses
that is the cerebral blackhole of the tune-belcher pictured on the album's
cover. "Emily Don't" is a resplendent, Lennon-esque
strain that could have only been inspired by an earthbound cherub and
delivered through lyrical providence - in order to blossom under such
musical vitiation. For what "In Other Words" lacks
in conceptual hallucinogenics it makes up for it in it's phalangic calisthenics,
- truly a six-fingered, tactical exercise of nearly implausible hyperbole.
Overall this snippet leaves me optimistic for the future of Harlow's
benighted but gifted keymaster. I look forward to new releases.
- Rob "Spewmiester" (02/29/00)