We Are God And Computers Are Our Children

Interesting preamble to the album, which came as a recommendation and also an interesting musical beginning, somewhat off-kilter but it works brilliantly. I have had an hypothesis that we have actually recreated ourselves to such a finite degree that we have lost our roots in a repeated cycle wherein we engineer genetics to the point of reinvention. Like a bio-mechanical, symbiotic phoenix. Therein our computers would be our children. It has always made perfect sense to me. However, the promise of AI has been with us for a good fifty years and still neural networks struggle to get past playing chess (something I actually struggle with beyond the fundamentals). Confuse Me, the second track, is usually what I do with myself, let alone other people. They shutdown their comprehension and accuse me of obfuscation. I try to trust my intuition and then complicate things by thinking about them too much, often reading too much between the lines.

Saying that this is a good collaboration, by the time track three, XsXe, comes along seems to be an understatement already, and I am way behind in my attempts at covering all the bases in terms of my attempts at reviewing the vast hoard of music on this site alone. If I spend any amount of time away from my PC, dealing with the kids or friends visiting, my own work on my continual education and wild semiotic hypotheses, I am behind my own attempts in an exponential way, i.e. for every review I write I find another five recommendations in my inbox waiting for my perusal. I am now being prompted to try and find the time (and money) to attempt making some music myself, let alone a few collaborations, and even finding the space to add my voice to some music is difficult enough (cf. KraftiM and Outdoor in the Trashcan, if you are interested, and there are more potentialities in the proverbial pipeline). Track 4, says a lot to me, with after midnight and tonight I lose an hour on the clock with our manufactured bodge of attempting to encapsulating the passage of time.

Decabastard has a similar feel to the previous track, and I can imagine the purple haze that would have worked it so well in conception. Such days are in the past for myself for one reason or another, if nothing else I have neither the time or money. Up in smoke, ain't no joke!-) Don't knock it, he was a pickpocket. As for Red Panda, I saw one once in a wildlife park. Seemed to be very shy and lonely, and I spent a long time waiting for it to appear. Still have the picture I managed to take somewhere in a box, which says a lot for our relationship with nature. Maybe we should invest some of our biological/technological efforts at reinvestment in the natural world instead of being so egotistically anthropomorphic. A rare track, for a rare animal. We could perhaps do with less people and more pandas?

Psy Vampires reminds me of a book by Colin Wilson, a genius of a writer and very prolific. Apart from his mass of realistic fiction, his huge tome on the Occult is well worth reading. Nice track, quite active as it sucks your mind out of your skull. Then, we have All This Is Real I Hope, and all I can say, is reality is a figment of our imagination, or is our imagination a figment of reality. Personally, I am heretical and gnostic, believing that this is hell recreated in all its gory glory and death is the escape into the inescapable blackness of dark matter. Our punishment being made to come back and do it again, and overpopulation leads me to believe that there are an increasing number of bad people in the world. As for the ninth track and the cloning of sheep, Doctor Seuss would make more sense of it as we create herds of dumb humans for introduction into a food chain. So, much for postmodernism and memes! Cannibalism as a necessity, what a wonderful thought, human burgers and a shake, made from real chicken fat. Whatever happens there will always be chicken fat, that seems a surety.

There is a sheer brilliance to The Song The Peach Tree Conceived By the Band Corrientes (remixed with chicken fat), lovely, tasty stuff. Nicely done and still floating around the top mark. 4c3 are on my list to do, I quite liked that, but was slightly distracted by a message. Now Fugue State I know I like, adrift or not, but then that's the essence of it. What's the point of a fugue if you can't get away from 'things' a bit for a while? As for Valium, it has its uses and there's nothing like a real fireplace! Good sounds. Then we are back to the conception of time and I'm nearly an hour behind myself already, thanks to the GMT standard. Tomorrow I will wake up confused and then just as I get used to it, it will all change again. Interestingly, it never seems to snow anymore, because I think, since the storms that surprised England and the meteorological bureaucracy, they always err on the side of caution to avoid being sued or held accountable for the screwed up atmosphere. I think maybe we've killed the snow off?

Back with 4c3 (they are calling to me, so it will have to be soon), nice reworking of a reworking of a working. Oh, just give me the script... I'll see how I get on with them. Jeez, they are good, I tawt I saw a puddy cat!-p Just pen me in with the painkillers. Gurgle Weights is a complete musical puzzle to me, it's great. How to describe with a nine letter word, antibrill. (Answers on a postcard to my profile page.) The Mind-Sifting Searching is just the ticket to a state of quicunque vult. Nezumi's atmospherics are absolutely gorgeous, will have to check them out further if I can sift through my conception of spare time. If I don't get round to it soon, remind me please?

Then it's off down that road by Ana Gori, very west coast, lush and green. Quite sensuous in its unique atmosphere. Nice track, well done. Actually stands out, its nearest comparison being Correintes, but slightly sweeter in texture and tonality. Sun Diviners takes us back to a point of prehistory, on the edge of the world in a sense indeed, sun was all that which brought life and light to a life full of mystery. We called it father and then it got confused with God, and probably only because Zoroastrianism is a big word for most people. And, what a note to finish on, We Are God. And, it is as simple as that, we ARE gOD(d). The answer is, there is no end. The question is: How do you get there? Like a snake biting it's own tale, how far can it get in digesting itself before it realises what it is actually doing? Amazing album, well worth a listen, and well worth some thought. Well, I liked it for what it's worth... n-joi!-)