while some people will inevitably write this off as pretentious nonsense, even i must admit there is something compelling about this recording, for all its flaws. with each track more annoying than the last, 'sympathy for the dadaists' is overwrought with numbing repetition. it can be likened to that of a cut on the roof of your mouth that simply won't go away because you keep poking at it with your tongue.
at its worst, 'dadaists' is a throwaway merzbow record or third rate skinny puppy. as i said before though, within the repetitions and poor sonic construction looms something deeper, or at least the perception of something deeper. it is for that perception that i give this a 7. which may seem odd, but to really rate it lower or higher just doesn't seem appropriate, even considering that, i can't really stand to listen to this. it is somehow simultaneously mellow and aggravating to listen to. honestly, i can't in good conscience really recommend it to anyone unless they are into exceedingly niche forms of underground music. even then, it's a hard sell.
so there you go. take that as you will.
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