LENTO
Earthen
(Supernatural Cat)
END OF LEVEL
BOSS
Inside the Difference Engine
(Exile On Mainstream)
ISOLE
Bliss of
Solitude
(Napalm)
ACID
MOTHERS TEMPLE
& THE
MELTING PARAISO U.F.O
Nam Myo Ho
Ren Ge Kyo
(Ace Fu)
O'DEATH
Head Home
(Ernest Jenning)
TRAP THEM
Seance Prime
(Deathwish)
DYSRHYTHMIA/ROTHKO
Fractures
(Acerbic Noise Development)
THE FIRE THE FLOOD
Truth Seekers
(No Sleep)
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ACID
MOTHERS TEMPLE & THE MELTING PARAISO U.F.O.
Nam Myo Ho Ren Ge Kyo
(Ace Fu)
    
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The time may be coming for
Japan's Acid Mothers Temple; their extensive experimentations,
trance-like chants and mind fucking drones may very well start
to sound somewhat settled amongst the new wave of drone bands
brewing mostly in the US, Europe and their own homeland of the
rising sun. The hip success of bands like drone gods Sunno))) is
only bound to open more doors to these cultish veterans and
material as psychologically appealing as Nam Myo Ho Ren Ge Kyo
is definitely destined to make matters easier. Of course, as
fucked up as this music sounds it will remain inevitably
marginal in its appeal. Take this into consideration; Nam Myo Ho
Ren Ge Kyo is one song divided into nine parts. The space
between them almost null and isolating each track by itself
definitely lessens the experience.
The first part for instance slowly builds until it converts into
this lethargic acid drenched and dream-like Christmas-like
carol, while the second part repeats a doom-paced drumbeat and
lays psychedelic noise and feedback aside a perfectly wavy
guitar solo. The track is mesmerizing and it's also the Acid
Mothers Temple at its most stripped down. The full recording is
sure to please fans of psychedelic rock; but beware, this
ensemble takes matters to the extreme. It is also kind of hard
to notice when one part ends and the next one begins; the songs,
movements or 'parts’, as they are listed in the sleeve, segue
into each other with no blanks in between making the record more
of an uninterrupted experience. The whole thing clocks in at
fifteen seconds past the sixty-five minute mark, not before
passing through acoustic oceans and Sun Ra-like jazz fuckery.
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