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1 review | 11 people love this record: be the 12th!

Sparse info out there on this release, although please do yourself the favour of googling the phrase Dog Chakras and spend some time enjoying the first website that comes up… Pierrot Lunaire makes cool, looped-up spirals of semi-electronic semi-groove, and Opal Tapes release it on cassette. Nice.


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Dog Chakra by Pierrot Lunaire
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11 people love this record. Be the 12th!
7/10 Jamie Staff review, 25 July 2016

OK, I’ll cut to the chase just to save everyone’s precious time. Droning electronic grooves, looped and chopped up and spliced side-by-side with organ miniatures mangled by distorted, hissing tape. Opening track, ‘Elegy for a Plastic Bag’, on this latest Opal Tape by Pierrot Lunaire sequences these spiralling elements seductively. Then a manic saxophone squarks and squalls all over the place to ruin my notions about where this was heading. ‘Transient Surroundings (Too Much LSD)’ (really?) features this possibly most abused of the woodwind family and it -- is -- demented. Nine minutes of this intercut with thrum, tape noise and the occasional sound of background bar chatter. Nice.

There’s more messed-up, smacked-up, looped-up sax and a cymbal being struck on ‘A Conversation with the Flowers in my Kitchen’, coming at you through a disorienting haze of manipulated tape, of course. Although a similar effect could have been achieved digitally, I guess… or is that blasphemy? Whatever, it’s pretty hypnotic once you let it wash over you. ‘Fuck Em’ adds a staccato, chopped and looped female vocal to the recipe as electronic hum lull you before an unexpected slice of an old Strauss waltz from ‘78 record hits you between the eyes then massages your brain as if to reassure you; “There there, it’s not weird at all, everything’s F-I-I-I-I-N-N-N-E.” And you know, I think it is. No amount of pipes banging together at the end of this tape can persuade me otherwise.


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