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 noisefactoryrecords.com |
BEEF TERMINAL - ANGER DO NOT ENTER (NOISE FACTORY) |
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"Everything is Alive" sounds familiar yet mysterious
and alluring while the follow-up track "No Robbers No
Kidnappers No Fires No Floods" also has its own
dichotomy of drifting yet purposeful, ambient yet
textured and driven. From there we are ushered into
"Avails" which calls to mind the gentle
otherworldliness of William Orbit fused with the
distant percussion of Phil Collins era Genesis
(atmospherically feeling) - sort of. In "Knife in the
Table" I can hear the influence of Thomas Newman but
very subdued, whereas "About to Rain (Or Not)" is a
percussive echoing and reflection that harkens back to
the flavors of 80s electronic rock and roll. "Say It
To My Face" is a gentle journey through ambience; "Out
of Step" makes me think of hip-hop rhythms on morphine
while chillout nebulae float behind. "Furnace" is as
cool and laid back as its title is hot. "For the
Sullen Lass" returns to percussive considerations
while "Free Lemonade" lays out a fairly equal blend of
chilled beats and quiet, drifting melody. "We Look to
Adults" brings in a little quirk and dance-ish energy,
but with the reserve that is a trademark of this CD's
songs. Finally, "Do Not Enter" heads us out toward the
exit in a befittingly sleepy mode. Beef Terminal uses
little to achieve a lot. By which I mean to say that a
few simple quietly blended elements combined into
chilled songcraft is the formula used by BT to explore
a world that is introspective and ponderous. The title
combined with the music gives one the message that
this is a shelter, a means of escape from the outside.
So come on in. -- review by Kristofer Upjohn
"Everything is Alive" sounds familiar yet mysterious
and alluring while the follow-up track "No Robbers No
Kidnappers No Fires No Floods" also has its own
dichotomy of drifting yet purposeful, ambient yet
textured and driven. From there we are ushered into
"Avails" which calls to mind the gentle
otherworldliness of William Orbit fused with the
distant percussion of Phil Collins era Genesis
(atmospherically feeling) - sort of. In "Knife in the
Table" I can hear the influence of Thomas Newman but
very subdued, whereas "About to Rain (Or Not)" is a
percussive echoing and reflection that harkens back to
the flavors of 80s electronic rock and roll. "Say It
To My Face" is a gentle journey through ambience; "Out
of Step" makes me think of hip-hop rhythms on morphine
while chillout nebulae float behind. "Furnace" is as
cool and laid back as its title is hot. "For the
Sullen Lass" returns to percussive considerations
while "Free Lemonade" lays out a fairly equal blend of
chilled beats and quiet, drifting melody. "We Look to
Adults" brings in a little quirk and dance-ish energy,
but with the reserve that is a trademark of this CD's
songs. Finally, "Do Not Enter" heads us out toward the
exit in a befittingly sleepy mode. Beef Terminal uses
little to achieve a lot. By which I mean to say that a
few simple quietly blended elements combined into
chilled songcraft is the formula used by BT to explore
a world that is introspective and ponderous. The title
combined with the music gives one the message that
this is a shelter, a means of escape from the outside.
So come on in. -- review by Kristofer Upjohn
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