• Lexaunculpt - The Blurring Of Trees

    Reviewed by Joshua David Mann (brainwashed.com)

    <b> Lexaunculpt </b> - The Blurring Of Trees

    After two 12" EP's and a bunch of compilation tracks, it is gratifying finally to have a proper full-length from Lexaunculpt. "The Turning of a Miniature Modem" begins the album with the sounds of an orchestra tuning, which is an aptly chosen prologue since "orchestral" is an apt term to describe Alex Graham's music. There always seems to be this hovering chamber orchestra in Lexaunculpt tracks, a rippling softness and smoothness which vies against the foreground of clicks and glitches and fizzles. More so than other glitch artists, Lexaunculpt makes songs which are quite amenable as hip hop beats without actually employing samples of extant hip hop beats. In other words, some of these songs would be an earnest emcee's wet dream. Following the introductory tuning session, "Has Been Trying Not To Wonder" undergoes a slick metamorphosis halfway through when bubbling energetic clicks degrade into a rhythmic synthesized insect orchestra. If this does not sound like an enjoyable metamorphosis, trust me that it is lovely and revealing. "A Funeral For a Pink Elephant Ear" is a nearly non-existent track which compels you to strain all parts of your auditory system just to sense if anything is happening or whether Mr. Graham has tricked us with two minutes of John Cage's copyrighted silence. "Strangelove Offline" sounds less like a babbling and demented Peter Sellers than it does a malfunctioning and demented Twiki robot from Buck Rogers. Lexaunculpt waits until the very end to deliver the gem of the album. "Emori Dixon Renamed" is a synth-heavy song loaded with static which suggests that Graham's Blurring of Trees transmission is breaking up and about to dissipate. There are even some diminutive vocals trying to break through the static, or perhaps invading from some other ghost signal. In general, I am more often engaged by the thick synth songs (there are a group of these which comprise full songs or sometimes parts of songs; they sound amazingly orchestral and celestial at the same time) because they make me bristle when I hear them. For this reason, I have always wanted to score them to that part in the first Superman movie when Marlon Brando as Jor-El is waging his closing arguments against Terence Stamp's General Zod in that infamous treason case. When I see Zod and his two mutinous comrades (Non and Vond-Ah) encircled by the silver hula hoops (Krypton's advanced technology for a jail cell) and the faces of the Kryptonian elders all around enshrouded in darkness, I really want to be hearing Lexaunculpt's soaring "Le Elancholia" and not whatever throwaway piece John Williams contributed, or even the disinterested voice of the prosecutorial Marlon Brando. Come to think of it, Lexaunculpt would make an eerily good soundtrack for any escape pod trip from Krypton to Earth, as well.

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