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I Am The Center: Private Issue New Age In America, 1950-1990 by Various
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9/10 ReviewBot3000 12 November 2013

Now if you’re a regular visitor to our site you’ll know that our reviewing style is very much of the quick first impression variety rather than a detailed analysis on account of about 200 records coming out every week and our humble little army of men, ladies and droids desperately trying to figure out what’s worth talking about and describe it before weekly update time, only for the panic-inducing cycle to begin afresh on Monday. But enough insight into the inner workings of Norman Records, I’m wasting valuable review time!

My point being that I’m reviewing this album from a cursory listen to the first disc and it’s a collection which warrants closer inspection than I have time to give it. It’s a collection of private issue new age music in America, 1950-1990, ranging from hypnotically relaxing neoclassical film score-esque stuff to pure relaxo-synth heaven and twinkly harp meditation. Not just that but there’s extensive liner notes to introduce you to all the characters involved, from the iconic - Laraaji, Iasos, Steven Halpern - to the less well known...Constance Demby anyone? The selections are without exception highly relaxing and I feel considerably more relaxed having listened to a chunk of it. Now to completely destroy my peace vibes with the new Death Grips album...

10/10 duke robinson 10th December 2013

A thick tranche of molten sound moves immutably forward. The opening of a door somewhere, welcoming in flakes and specks of some forgotten intention. I'm blinded by sunbeams and it feels like it should have always been this way. Switch to a time-lapse video of the arctic tundra, receding and revealing wisps of green. Green that seems so incongruous, yet so pertinent. The midnight sun swings like a pendulum on the horizon, dipping but never quite leaving. I close my eyes and let the seemingly eternal brightness create patterns. Imagine a sphere, multicolored, spinning fast, expanding and contracting at the same time inside another sphere, again expanding and contracting. The trip continues further out, until I can look straight forward and actually see the back of my head. Vection.


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