Cyberpunk Fiction

(Re-Constriction)
by Chris Best

If you’re not a rivethead or a computer fiend, this CD is going to be stupid. The concept is simple: Get a whole bunch of industrial bands to cover the entire Pulp Fiction soundtrack with the appropriate dialogue bits translated into computer speak. As someone who enjoys this sort of thing, I can appreciate this. None of these songs would ever be covered by any of these bands unless they were requested to (the exception being Collide‘s “Son of a Preacher Man”) by a label guy trying to put a comp together. The result is a strange concoction of heavy beats and eerily juxtaposed melodies. The fit is strange and awkward, but the accidental result is that each group transforms their sound from typical dance floor industrial into a totally new beast. For example, Hotbox‘s “You Never Can Tell” sounds like a radio stuck between stations, and all the surf instrumentals sound like pieces constructed from rubble. All very good things indeed.
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