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black lung
profound and sentimental journey
ant-zen   2001
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album rating: 2
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submitted by ben on 26-Sep-2001
This is the third piece of Black Lung wax released by Ant-Zen, and the first to also be offered as a CD. Which is a good thing, because even though I may think I'm hip enough to call it 'wax,' that doesn't necessarily mean I have a turntable to play it on.

"The Dawn of Love" starts the EP off in fairly familiar territory. An arsenal of relaxed, yet somewhat rapid beats chip their way out of shrill, frozen, stretched out high pitches and deeper, ominous drones. After a few minutes some simple string samples add more melody and fuse with the processed beats as they churn and mutate. Basic and level-headed, and sounding like pure Thrussell, the song treks on for 10 minutes.

"Another Moth-Eaten Happiness" veers off into beatless experimental terrain with an orgy of raw, piercing frequencies attacking subtle, low rumbles and sonar type pings. Quite an unsettling piece. "Fucking the Monsterous Music" continues with the abstract frequency doodles, but brings back some percussion to ground it. The beats seem especially heavy after their absence on the last track, sledging over the roughly hewn backdrop of noises and shifting from forefront to background. The song has an odd hysteria about it, somewhere in between outright frantic spasms and a faint nervous twitch.

"The Universal Impasse" wraps things up with a calmer, more collected ambient track, though still quite dark and foreboding. Electro buzzing sounds tingle in a soup of atmosphere, echoes and reverb giving it all a vast spacial quality. The intensity gradually picks up, as the drones expand and a collection of oddly percussive sounds twitter frantically like a moth caught in a lamp. Everything grinds down in a gritty climax the last minute, before thirty seconds of silence.

Of all Thrussell's work under the Black Lung moniker this EP certainly isn't the most accesable sounding. The thirty minutes of music has just enough beats to tease you and lure you back to old school Black Lung to get your fix, but at the same time it has a strong experimental element that ties it in with the rest of Ant-Zen's output.

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