Heath Yonaites Rim of the Sun
By Ray Van Horn, Jr.
Call it 2002: A Space Dirge. Multimedia
artist Heath Yonaites, whose expressionistic paintings call to mind Dali to
Magritte to Monty Python, has come up with music as expressionistic as his
visual art. A sixty-five minute coldwave denigration entitled Rim of the Sun.
Expressionistic yet abstract and highly acrimonious, Rim of the Sun is
lurid, often lifeless and nugatory with its freeform vacancy.
Seemingly a delineated musical odyssey through the void of
space reaching to the perimeter of the sun, this four-song project pummels the
listener senseless on Lacus Somniorum Sinus Asetuum. Artsy in title,
unnecessarily brutal in execution. The hollow crashes and smoggy basslines lose
themselves in a wormhole midway through Rim of the Sun. The title track
and The Oort Cloud are both serene to a fault, the strained silence
compressing heavily on the eyelids and worse. The listener is never
rejuvenated, despite the harrowing crunch of the finale, Chandrasekhar
It stands to reason that Rim of the Sun is too
inflated to be taken all that seriously. The intent is noble and enviable and
in many ways the tracks would serve better with the spacey visuals it takes its
inspiration from. A glance at the very accomplished visual work of Yonaites
signifies there is exciting talent stemming from his mind.
However, the story Heath Yonaites is trying to tell through
this caustic and uninhabited disc can be easily hedged down from his gratuitous
sixty-five minutes to a mere buck forty. All one need do is to have a go with
Terry Tuckers equally sinister yet oppositely exquisite Overture to
the Sun, found on the soundtrack to A Clockwork Orange. Sometimes
brevity has its advantages.
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