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[Important notice: due to the presence of horror scenes, explicitly sexual content, and verbal violence, to avoid future censorship or protests, the reading of the following review is prohibited for minors.]
In life, details matter, those little things that can transform mediocrity into sublimity. Kind of like cherry tomatoes with fish sauce, or edible underwear before lovemaking. Well, I am convinced that there are certain albums which, if not enjoyed at a colossal volume, lose all meaning. The detail of the volume: I can't think of a better example, in my limited musical culture, than Helmet's "Meantime," even more so than their first album. If you allow it to trigger a seismic motion, you find yourself in the godforsaken streets of a bleak suburb; what the hell is the point of listening to it quietly? It's the same thing I think about this EP made by Tzusing, a dark Malaysian talent affiliated with the even more inscrutable L.I.E.S., the Long Island Electrical Systems. From what little I know, this label has been around for 5 years and produces techno/house EPs, each one more beautiful than the last. And this is among the most badass.
It starts with the hit "4 Floors of Whores". I've heard everything about it. I've even read around that this song would be sexist. But sexist what, sexist who? There are normal women, there are prostitutes, and there are high-end hookers! That's how it works. Never heard of Brazzers? Well, listening to this shit will be like doing a marathon through the four floors of Brazzers' House, where crazed whores gather in brigades reminiscent of Boccaccio, not to discuss cases of love but to kick off the wildest bacchanals. Think I'm exaggerating with dog crap? Pay attention to the head-smashing beats and the industrial curses like a lethal mechanism, then tell me if it doesn’t feel like you're naked and sweaty on the top floor while Abigail Mac and Jaclyn Taylor chase you, hotter than desert sand. Pay attention to the crescendo and tell me if it doesn't feel like you're in a human tangle.
What about "Frankencense and Myrrh"? It's like slashing your veins with a machete while gulping down streams of lysergic rivers; it's one of L.I.E.S.' axes hammering your skull while in front of you a fool like Disco Stu keeps the beat. But you don't care, you've already fainted on the disco floor; you've smoked the myrrh and incense, the gold arrives now with "Khi-Tang". A spectral drive and some icy metallic chimes combine with a hallucinatory Robo Dance rhythm, while Tzusing adds the noises of post-Christmas lunch colitis. Try playing it during a party with the only light being a mirror ball: forget about bears drowned in alcohol or Mentos in Coke, damn! And if you played "O.D.D."? It might end up like this...
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