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CD Review
Interlace Imago
By Marcus Pan
Industrial and electro-EBM is probably one
of the easiest music to create. If not for the fact that I was auditioning for
Bitter Grace in a day or so, I might even try it myself. You really don't need
much...not even a band. Just do it yourself, is the rage, and lock yourself in
the basement with a kick drum, a bell to bong on with your left hand, a
keyboard to tinker with for your right and use your schlong to hit the play
button the DAT. And that's not really cool with me...I'm terribly against
schlong-created music.
But it is really that easy...if the amount of industrial CDs
that hits my desk is any indication. More than half are one or two man
electronic attempts at mayhem. Fortunately for all of us, there's labels like
ArtOfFact, who will not call back the ones that ain't worth it. So while it may
be tough to rifle through what's worth buying and what's about as industrially
abrasive as a wet fart on a cheese grater, ArtOfFact is still able to pick out
of this growing crowd only what's worth pressing to disc.
Interlace is ArtOfFact's latest find. Imago is as up to
snuff pro as anything you'll pick up from Sammy's and has some of the most
disturbing cover art you'll find courtesy of Dave McKean. Imago is Interlace's
first release on this side of the Atlantic and should set them on top of the
swarm. Without succumbing to the "add as much crap as possible to sound cool
and unique" errors that I've highlighted on another review I've written today,
Interlace's work is a machination of machinery, electronics and heavy-handed
beats and bass.
Opening the CD with a highlight to the album, Master
is about as darkly evil and deep reaching as can be hoped for. With voxed but
nonetheless understandable vocals, Master is a heavy handed smack to
religious principles. Sleep on Stones slows it down from a BPM point of
view, lacing static against subtle synths and keys.
Also here on Imago are the lyrics I was hoping for
in, yet another, review I wrote today where I bitched about the content being
somewhat banal and childish. None of that here. From "Thorns are aplenty, which
ones make the crown?" (Conformity) to "Skin covered with trenches of the
war inside." (Veneer), you'll find lots of content to sink your teeth
into here making Imago as challenging to your ears as your mind.
The album will alternate between heavy stompage and slower
beat-centric and trancelike as far as musical instrumentation goes. But as it
moves to the end it will get predominantly smoother and lighter. Crystalline
Hush was quite a surprise, with only lightly voxed vocals that, juxtaposed
against machinery bangs and a lightly moving bass line, creates a touch of
sweetness smack dab in the middle of the harsh imagery and sounds of the
remainder of Imago.
ArtOfFact knows how to pick their acts and have done so
consistently well for years now. Right around here I'd usually have a dozen
footnotes to give you a heads up on who they already have picked, but instead
look it up yourself I'm tired. But, as I was saying, they've picked out of a
lineup of what was probably a deluge another great choice for any industrial
rivethead's collection. Interlace delivers whether it be their low down
tempo pieces like Crystalline Hush or Veneer or their
stomperrific clashes of mechanical dirges like Master or
Conformity. Watch for a feature interview coming in Legends soon
hereafter.
Contact Information: ArtOfFact Records
Post: 1057 Steeles Ave. W., P.O. Box 81630, Toronto, Ontario, M2R 3X1,
Canada Phone: (905) 707-6283 E-Mail:
distribution@artoffact.com
Web: www.artoffact.com
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