The first of these is Lisa Germano, who contributes the opening song, "Angels Turn to Devils". A somber, meditative piece, with Lisa's frail singing drifting over a muted, textural keyboard backing, it's a beautiful song, and a fitting opening for the set. The card art is Cynthia von Buhler's, a complicated sculpted illustration of an angelic kissing couple, etched with obsessive repetitions of the phrase "I'm no angel", and with a butterfly embedded in one of the figures in a sort of specimen-like diorama. The tension between mystery and confrontation is strong in both Lisa and Cynthia's work, and their spirit permeates this collection.
Adam Buhler's band, sirensong, follow with "Soapbox", on which Michelle Poppleton's ethereal vocals drift over a slow foundation that is industrial in the sense that a factory for manufacturing halos would be industrial; Polly Becker's illustration is a disturbing constructed figure of a woman. Next is the awkwardly named Veronica Black Morpheus Nipple, who perform a jarringly processed, mangled thing called "Friend's Birthday", which seems like more processing than source material for the most part. The illustration, oddly, is a willfully crude Glenn Wurtz painting which either makes some point about hands and torches that I can't figure out, or else features the worst drawings of hands that I've ever seen.
NY band Cake Like is up next, with a garrulous, but brief, barrage of noise called "Billy Boy"; James Kraus' illustration is appropriately ugly. Chainsuck returns the musical mood to the gothic, with the dense, hissing "'Til My Head Explodes", accompanied by a sinister dueling collage. Discordant DC band Edsel then provides "Fortune of Space", whose contorted illustration means nothing to me. Turkish Delight's "Spin" is demented and a little inane. Lumen does the Throwing-Muses-like "Filament", whose grim lyrics match Mick Aarestrup's rough illustration of creatures plummeting into torment (or playing with big, festive pieces of red cloth beside a nice city bridge, it's kind of hard to tell).
The dolorous trudge of fade's "I Lied" is matched with a strangely suggestive device of unknown utility, by John Weber. The pace then picks up a little for Curious Ritual, whose mixture of noisy guitars with slow, methodical drumming and high, wraithlike vocals is a lot like sirensong's. Things then start to get almost catchy and accessible for Astroboy's "Posterchild" and Dmitry Gurevich's photo collage of a big ship, a statue of a warrior maiden, and a boy with a very large head. Sextiles keep things going with "I Hope You Die", a chilling song that I reviewed a while ago as a single. If the song doesn't unnerve you, a close examination of exactly where the figure in Juliette Borda's illustration has been hit with darts will. This leads to another bewitching moment, The Curtain Society's buoyant, New Wave-esque "Gravity", whose lilting chorus has convinced me to buy their album the next time I see it. The first disc then starts to wind down again with Worldseed's distracted "Confessions of a Daydream", and concludes with the bizarre XTC-on-acid of Zutrau's "To a Mouse". This song borders on unlistenable for me, but the illustration, which combines what I believe is Abraham Lincoln with a mouse that has either painted itself green and then hung itself, or else hung itself and then been painted green (by Abe?), is pretty cool.
Disc two opens with "Tuba Edit", a pulsing ambient percussion/synthesizer groove from Eardrum, illustrated by a very odd wood box featuring old fashioned anatomical illustrations of hearts and some iron phalluses with wings on them whose purpose (or significance) is not immediately apparent. Next is the set's one self-illustrated piece, a short musical interlude composed of synth washes and samples of a Tibetan sheep herder (it says) and some roosters, illustrated by a religious-looking Far-Eastern contraption adorned with jigsaw-puzzle pieces and some extraneous diodes and resistors whose crime against the artist is unspecified. Women of Sodom piece together an incomprehensible structure of samples and dub called "Boots (aka The Accountant Song)", illustrated by a particularly ominous Melissa Beck picture.
Things smooth out some for the dreamy "Splendour", by Felidae Chant, which even features some nice E-bow. The gurgling "Lips Acquire Stains" (by symbn prjct, who seem to have suffered an unfortunate name mishap since appearing on Soon as Symbion Project), however, returns to dire moods, illustrated by a very unsettling drawing of a beast who, for various reasons best not detailed, probably doesn't lead a wholly comfortable life. An oddly straightforward winged man built out of bark and feathers (okay, he does have a miniature heart impaled on a fly-fishing lure, but in the context of the rest of this set's art, wings and an impaled heart are practically naturalistic) by Susan Farrington accompanies a Cocteau-Twins-like piece by An April March. Cinnamon's "Rocketship Launch" is another conceptual soundwork, illustrated by Jordan Isip's technically inaccurate notion of where, on the head, the neck attaches. Frank Smith's "Maze" doesn't move me one way or the other, but the illustration for it, a painting by Eric White of some hideous gnarled creatures on wheels wearing black-and-white movie-star masks with no apparent regard for how unconvincing the disguises are, is one of my favorites of the set.
I also really like Bina Altera's indistinct building and nude obscured by a blizzard of birds, and the Moors' accompanying multi-ethnic dirge "Belen-Guard" is one of the collection's more impressive compositions (though I admit to having a weakness for any song that credits "haunting, wailing and channeling the Celtic pantheon" among its elements). "5 Years Later", by One of Us, is also noteworthy, even if it does have a dangerously close resemblance to NIN's "Hurt" in several places. Rabid Ear Test's "Red Is the String" is another nice ambient soundscape, though what Mark Fisher's blocky illustration has to do with it escapes me. I really like Peter Wyckoff's enigmatic four-panel meditation on the number 55, though, and there's something charming about the awkward lurch of Richard Bone's song "Overstated Papers", which reminds me pleasantly of the obscure early-Eighties band Gardening by Moonlight. (Anybody who knows what happened to them, please write.)
Eardrum squeezes in another track, the simmering "I'm Misleading", which gives Cynthia von Buhler an excuse to include another illustration where she uses overlaid writing for texture, an evil-looking spider replacing the butterfly from the earlier piece. Crank the volume for the penultimate track, so as to extract the most neighbor-worrying value from the frighteningly orgasmic grunting and moaning in Out of Band Experience's otherwise beepy "Alien Android Succubus (Droid Remix)". And the collection finally shudders to a halt with The Borg's spooky "Outer World", and Nataliya Gurshman's abstract, streaky mixture of purples and yellow-greens. If neither gothic pallor nor ambient experimentation appeal to you, probably this collection won't be to your tastes, but if you're up for a couple of hours of spirited noise from bands you've mostly never heard of, and about the coolest visual art you're likely to find in a music store, then this set has the rare virtue of never being boring, even when it's occasionally bad, and for that I'm inclined to heap upon it all the unused compilation-kudos that most of its genre peers have been busy not earning.
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