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|  | QUELLET, ISRAEL Oppressum Label : Sub Rosa Year : 2007 Format : CD Style : Experimental Availability : In stock
Price : 13.50 € - BUY
| | | | Description : | This is mental, and I'm not talking about your Channel 4 watching 'I'm mental me' student, this has lost the plot and taken up residence in the Outer Hebrides with only a bottle of pills for comfort. The first track on this cd is listed as being 'For Tank Strokes, Percussion & Voice' - now what the hell is a tank stroke? I mean it sounds like a lesser practiced sexual peccadillo I know, but I'm thinking it's more likely to be someone (probably Israel Quellet, but who knows, it could be Norman Wisdom for all we know) stroking a tank, preferably a Sherman. Elsewhere the funny feller manages to use a sander, drag buckets on the ground and loudly hit things and adds it all into a veritable pea soup of noise and electronic burbling. You know what you're letting yourself in for when you get a disc like this, and to be quite honest Quellet really manages to pull of the remarkable stunt of making an album of Luc Ferrari influenced musique concrete sound like Wolf Eyes after a night chasing the dragon. Fat percussive beating is thrown down next door to throaty warbling and gruesome metallic clanks and groans, yet far from being a thankless listening experience this is as visceral and involving as anything coming from Providence right now. Odd can sometimes be very good, but I wouldn't wanna meet Israel Quellet in a dark alley...
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