CATHOLIC GUILT: Postcards from Copper Canyon: Cassette

The sound of tapes being left in the sun to warp and melt, then played back in a empty warehouse where there’s more sand than surrounding buildings. This could be the soundtrack to a number of J.G. Ballard novels, where nature has taken back what is rightfully its place among the ruins of man. There are layers of sound that contrast to one another, creating a din that is hypnotic and unsettling at times. It’s akin to dropping a box of silverware in library, then immediately playing a distorted Jandek tape over the PA. Experimental music done right, and worth more than a few listens.

 –M.Avrg (Manic Static, manicstatic.blogspot.com / [email protected])