Beyond The Black Crack is a strange old record from the mid-70’s: impressively, it is strange enough to match up to the given artist’s name Anal Magic and Rev. Dwight Frizzell. Cracked-up electronics and fizzling free jazz are involved in the mixture, which was heavily treated and manipulated after the fact, resulting in the succulent mess you see before you. A weirdo classic, remastered and reissued by Paradigm discs
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A thing you don’t know about me is that I hate my editor and am fully aware that everything he distributes to me for review he does in a calculated attempt to destroy my brain and humanity (this....is a lie of unbelievable proportions - Clint). Here’s a record by “Anal Magic and Rev. Dwight” that seems to essentially be a collation of curious sound art pranks. Self-appointed Reverend Dwight Frizzell is behind them, taking little snapshots of free jazz and placing them next to recordings of electronics that I would put a door with a stern hazard warning on.
Spoken word drifts in and out, as do horns and harmonicas and the kind of swirling, self-perpetuating, repetitive noise electronics Thomas Brinkmann would enjoy. People woop and yelp and chant like Captain Beefheart going in, while moments seem to imagine a full band playing free jazz, marching band numbers and other non-classics together. The whole thing either falls apart or the tape cuts into something else, deviating into the bubbly water drones of “Nocturnal” or the shuffling, incidental workday percussion of “Embryonic Music”.
Suffice to say I can’t explain this record any better to you than you can listen to it. Seven out of ten, as in: you need seven senses to listen to this. Get a sixth, then get a seventh, then pick this one up.
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