2013年6月9日日曜日

[709] Terence McKenna & Zuvuya - Dream Matrix Telemetry


Label: Delerium Records

Catalog#: DELEC CD 2012
Format: CD, Album
Country: UK
Released: 1993
DISCOGS  AMAZON

Dream Matrix Telemetry 53:51

幻覚をもたらす植物と幻覚剤に関する研究で知られるアメリカの思想家Terence McKenna(テレンス・マッケナ)。意識のスパイラル的進化をマヤ暦の終わりと重ねあわせたビジョンをテーマにした、シャーマン/ニューエッジ・アンビエント。


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Tonight's Christmas party for Nation Records seems like an odd idea because Christianity is probably the least represented religion here. There are pagans at the bar, sons of Sikhs backstage, daughters of Islam on the dancefloor and rasta rhythms in the bass bin, but carol singers are thin on the ground. On a night where you start off watching a pair of day-glo voodoo dancers and end up listening to a demonstration of the Arabic chromatic scale (apparently) the real celebration is, of course, multiculturalism. Santa would only get in if he was wearing a bindi-dot. Nation's determination to place the golden mongrel of pan-ethnic pop in the mainstream has made it one of the most exciting labels this year, partly because label stars Fun-Da-Mental and Transglobal Underground have made such poerful records. But it's also based on the evidence of the three lesser known bands on show tonight and an audience that embraces everyone from hippy travellers to Japanese business men. Nation will have no trouble staying in credit next year. ZUVUYA are the label's digita cavemen. Their regular body-painted frontman Ju Ju Midget has gone native without leave tonight, so his place is taken by a skeletal figure who murmurs in tongues over the stormy brew of tribal beats and birthing groans emitting from two banks of synths and a didgeridoo. It isn't the most immidiate pop thrill. Almighty jungle pounders like the climatic "Grabbing Nandi By The Horn" should, ideally, be experienced in an Apocalypse Now - type scenario, preferably just before you meet Colonel Kurtz. Their dayglo cave-girl dancers may make their tribal point a little too forcibly, but Zuvuya are exploring a form of extreme dreamtime hypno-pop that might in time yield treasure. - Roger Morton
via Dream Matrix Telemetry