Harsh- vocals, cello, violin,
Bob Harsh does some righteously weird things here.
He sets up swirling electrical fields of noise and on top of this
overlays tapes of chopped-up, mystery-induced voices. On occasion he
seems to make fun of these voices of the dead as on, well, “Bring Out
the Dead” wherein he intones the very words the deceased (or at least
the disembodied) speak. At other times Harsh sounds like a sidewalk
crazy, as on “Rich Rule”; there’s very little parody here. During most
of the record you can’t tell what Harsh is saying or singing or
chanting. Syllables are lopped off, whole phrases are distorted. All of
this creates radically new music, which is what you want, as they say.
I’ve never heard C. Raudive’s tapes of alleged dead people but I don’t
see how they could be stranger or more unsettling than this. Not for
listeners who are transitioning out of institutions.
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