Hip hop scratching and Orbital-style machine musings move dub into the future, while analog recording and multivox echo chamber preserve the link to dub’s past.
In this 52 song, 42 minute sprawl of over-distorted, mic-swallowing mass of incomprehensibility, some parts actually sound like songs. Have A.C. sold out?
David Yow is a pillar among purveyors of destruction and bad taste, and the Jesus Lizard rumbles and squeals like the hot water boiler just before it blows.
Sure, they sounded almost identical to every other caffeinated punkpop band of the early ’90s, but 88 Fingers Louie sounded rawer and had hoarser vocals.
The Roman Empire could rise and fall between notes, and the songs are couched in a placid, glacial atmosphere. If sleep produced an actual sound, it’d be this.
David Lynch enlisted the services of Trent Reznor to compile its soundtrack, in much the same way Rezzie put together the collage for Natural Born Killers.