OK - as promised.
Chis Carter - Electronic Ambient Remixes 3
1 The World As A War Film (2:46) 2 Convicting People (4:50) 3 Heathen Mirth (2:04) 4 Indisciplined (4:40) 5 Not On The Heels Of Love (4:11) 6 Someone Came Over Here (6:03) 7 Still Talking (2:40) 8 Generic Terrorists (3:07) 9 The Old Man Died (3:30) 10 What Is Today (4:31) 11 Hamburger Man (3:31) 12 Dread Head (6:43)
At last - the official
Throbbing Gristle Dub remix album! Yes, really -
Chris Carter has selected twelve of his rhythm tapes from the heyday of the group, and reassembled them into cyclical Ambient versions, and given them new titles in the process - "Heathen Mirth", "Generic Terrorists", "The World As A War Film", etcetera.
The results are definitely textural listening, and bear very little immediate resemblance to the TG songs and sonic assaults from whence they came - instead, loops and repetetive shimmers and shudders uncoil in darkling mode, as electronic processes are worked on the source tapes and squeezed out into sinister atmospherics and lambent dreamscapes. Naturally, the subconscious stories Carter evokes are not exacly pleasant at times, and the wheezing threat of "Hamburger Man" brings the visceral presence of "Hamburger Lady" down to the level of half-felt presences and ominous sounscraping. Likewise, the spare bass keyboard groans and warbles which remain as "Not On The Heels Of Love" are offset by horripilating electronic presences which run the frequency range down the spine to the bowels with a combined sense of chilled pleasantry and ominous, headlight-frozen dread.
As with many ambient recordings, a little volume helps a lot, especially when the chopping , nearly percussive loops of "Indisciplined" splutter into polyrhythmic life wreathed in crawling analogue synth squirms. "Still Talking" churns slowly to the decaying delay as a crisply paranoid technological Gamelan, while "Someone Came Over Here" becomes a reverb-heavy synthetic pulsation of exalted Zen vacancy interspersed with distracted melody and shrouded in distended acoustic detritus. Stripped bare of the rest of the group like this bears suitable comparison to an autopsy in sound, paring back the skin of each song and flensing down the fat, if perhaps with a subsequent amount of emotionless clinicism. Still, these remixes expose stark skeletons of often considerable beauty and even occasional grandeur in their dissected gruesomeness.
-Antron S. Meister-
http://www.sendspace.com/file/6uzgjo
Enjoy!
