Give me more of this!!! I EAT this stuff, I munch away at this CD-R production like I gulp chocolate energy bars and sip glacier water on a hike up north! From the first bar, these are unbelievably fresh soundings. I wonder how much incredible stuff one never get to hear, from remote and diminutive record companies all over the globe! I’m happy I got to know this company, though, for it has brought many a good moment to my audio system and its immediate surroundings, and I don’t socialize much with my neighbors anyway…

Ah, man, I get in from a long, fast round on my racing bike through the fall forests of Sweden in this unlikely warm October, and straight out of the shower I pour a Coke and get into this music. It’s almost too much. Body warm, relaxed, mind bright, wide awake, receptive, endorphins sweeping through my veins, making me feel so good – and then this music! Right on the nail! I’m lost. This is it!

Diaz-Infante, whose solo piano improvisations – especially on “Solus” – impressed me a lot, is equally impressive on his prepared acoustic guitar. I’d like to get a more vivid explanation as to how he has prepared the guitar, though. I’ll drop him an email about that. Chris Forsyth lets the good old shortwave-static-sound of his electrified guitar revolve around the scatters of Diaz-Infante’s multifingered pluckings, and believe me – this tickles my neck, scratches my parietal bone, runs down my nasal bone all the way to the tip of my nose, from where it ejects like a spark of static electricity and commences its uninterrupted trail through the vastness of infinite space. Holy medallion! Keep them pluckings plucking! Keep on keeping on!

For the most part the events here are real fast, but sometimes so fast that your mind gears down and follows another layer of sound inside the fast bits of information that rush by in a frantic haste, and suddenly you take off, whoooooosh, and you feel light and free and at ease, floating in a sudden musical space that is secondary to the triggering sounds. It’s a mindbender, this CD!

At times the line of events get a bit more analyzing, intellectual, and the guys bring up sounds as from small hammers and screwdrivers, managing their workshop with whatever they can dig up out of their musical toolbox. Yeah, there is a richness of handicrafts here! I’d sure like to be around when Diaz-Infante and Forsyth sculpture their soundings! I wonder if they know – or know about – the great fiddler from Vermont; Malcolm Goldstein. They’d love him; he’d love them. Hey, you guys should make a joint effort! Do it! Do it! Bring Jeff Kaiser along too. What a gang that’d be! This music is incredulous. Makes you happy! Makes you wanna go into your mind and shape something yourself. Yeah, the creativity they show here wears off on any listener in his right mind!

I guess I ought to get all of Derek Bailey’s stuff too, since I dig this set so much. I was educated in the crazed utilization of strings listening to Iancu Dumitrescu and Horatiu Radulescu, so these boys do not scare me off at all, but I must say that the energy they put into these bewildering workings of hard art – HARD ART! – blows me away! I usually don’t lack words, but to faithfully describe this CD sort of eludes my linguistics! To say it’s simply so darn good sounds flat and dumb, but what can I say? I jump for joy! Yeah, I EAT this stuff – I can probably get away with staying alive on this diet and some air to breathe!

I may as well finish this hilarious review – or rather jubilant comments on an ear-opener of grand proportions – with reprinting the text from the CD (I hope nobody minds…):

“This project was completed between June and August of 1999 on separate tape machines in separate rooms on separate coasts. Initially, Ernesto provided Chris with two tapes of guitar at the Big Sur Experimental Music Festival in California. Upon returning to Brooklyn, Chris added complementary accompaniments to the existing tracks, creating a series of time lapsed duets. The resulting combination of improvisation and studio manipulation is an attempt to produce something that sounds totally organic and yet possibly entirely fabricated”.

After this – I’m wasted… and screaming and begging for MORE!