Z'EV
Elemental Music

THE REVIEW

The absence of rules in experimental. The primordial industrial, despite its rawness, has produced such refined works that they still stand atop the unsurpassed peaks today.

It is impossible to compare the drones of Stars Of The Lid to those of Cluster from the first album. But even the various Labradford had diluted the triviality of that narcotic ambient.

Z'ev, along with Nurse With Wound and Current 93, joins the circle of misunderstood geniuses.

A true blacksmith of art.

Those individuals who every six months come up with a valid and unmissable idea.

Free jazz was the emblem of a vast expanse of sounds and possibilities. Music could not be conceived solely with riff, bridge, and chorus...

There's more. One can look beyond. Like in life. It's also annoying to focus where the tip of the nose ends... when you lift your gaze, you even begin to become cross-eyed... huh, nausea.

But the discomfort can also prove benign. It possesses the sly smile of that affectionate warmth when you sink into the warmth of the blankets on a cold and windy night.

The two parts of "Elemental Music" affirm the primordial nature of sound. Penetrating clangors clash with the minimal melody that evaporates from the sulfurous magma. The only glimmer of light affectionately peppered with the triviality of industrial percussion. There is no tabla skin. Here, steel is sculpted second by second.

Unstoppable tightening in perpetual action. An alien making its way through malnourished suburbs.

The idea of the gas cloud makes us imagine the sky under which the ghosts of the sound machine are exposed. The primitive patterns of percussion are constantly overshadowed by a cautious and stinging electronic dose.

A fluxus in perpetual transformation.