sound.delirium//reviews - Denki Groove Voxxx

    This disc was all of a sudden presented to me by incompetent people with the label "JAPANESE NOISE", I've never heard of the project like this, but the cover, the book and the atmosphere that the box created intrigued me to the extend that the very day I found time to get down to listen to it. After 10 seconds I realised it, it wasn't Japanese noise, but trance-similar effing with beats, but alright, I'd listen to it. Some minutes later I noticed that this effing was quite talented, then I thought that the effing was inventive and full of queer stuff and godsends, after the 3td-4th track I realised, it was particularly Japanese simulation of techno-music of the 90s. Some minutes later I simply turned the sound regulator completely up and dropped away into another reality for the remaining 40 minutes; there was a crazy howling voice that cried and whispered something in my mother tongue together with strange and inadequate sounds. My head went round, the last thoughts about irony and techno-music vanished, the mood changed to be blatant positive, I even wanted to jump or move. Insanity grew, the rhythms were more and more refined, the noise at the back was more diffuse, the voices with foolish and childish happiness kept on declaiming something ugly in Japanese language. And there I felt what was the meaning of it all: I was in the centre of Tokyo, among the tons of human flesh, bright posters and ads, hyper markets, glossy magazines, pokemons, ringing mobiles, naive snow-white smiles, crying their heads off tamagochi, bubble-gums and chupa chups. So to say, all the rubbish that occupies the heads of the majority of people all over the world.
    After the listening I stayed in an incomprehensible sodding state for an hour or so, there was a ringing in my ears, I couldn't pull myself together as though I had been put in an awful cloak that I had been trying to escape all the time that I remember myself. Then I decided to read the reviews they had on the Internet for this opus and most often it was characterised as "unusual" easy listening. Well for me it wasn't any kind of easy listening at all. The CD transfers its message in quite an exquisite form: instead of shocking the listener with its probable extremism or stupid repeating the slogans like CONSUME MORE as it does the group Cyclotimia, it just plunges the person into fake mass-culture world that makes one faceless and does in the way that you can't but enjoy it! I guess it's not difficult to define that it's next to impossible for a sound person to stay sound in a city like Tokyo, I guess living in a capital like Moscow would feel like heaven compared to this.
    What comes to the musical side of the whole thing, the fans of trance and dancing music would definitely like it as well as those feel free to carry out electronic experiments with their brain. The disc is rhythmically filled: interesting patterns that make one crazy, a lot of sudden theme changes, it not at all an ordinary silly recurring stuff. There are a lot of various singing that are typical for techno and trance music, male and female, heaps of samples of the voices of female singers, cheerful speeches from TV, along with shouting, whispering, humming of the musicians themselves; all this breaks off from time to times and starts all over again from some other point. There is a lot of noise at the background, short living melodies, scratches, and then - endless voice cacophony. I can't choose one track of 16, they all are bright, diverse, catching.
    The mounting of the form as it seems matches the content, the book contains the same ugly face, Japanese lyrics of the songs and a vague TV screenshot.
    It's very strange and probably also frightening CD. You are willing to listen to it over and over again, don't take it out of the CD-payer, but I'm not going to do it as all the same, my state of mind leaves much to be desired. A bucket full of civilisation dish-water is empties upon your head and you just happily sparkle with a snow-white smile. I'm at a loss what grade to give.