CD HMS 003
reviewed by Massimo Ricci
Jim Haynes and Loren Chasse work with metals, organic materials, shortwave
radio, their music
sounding like a nuclear wind in a desert parking lot. Ignoring flavoured
atmospheres to privilege unquiet
natural pollutions, Coelacanth dwell in the patchy surroundings where
sound sterilization is prohibited;
the sources - undiscernible yet mind-blowingly detailed - produce
a menacing somnolence leading to the no
man's territory of mental displacement, in a sense of predestination
that's almost resignation to uselessness.
Throbbing and stony-hearted at the same time, Mud Wall raises
the bar for most participants to the new
isolationist banquet, distancing itself from the mass of predigested
records pretending to "discover the truth;"
covered with soil residues, this mass of phenomena stares glacially,
reducing you into speechlessness.