The confusion and ambiguity surrounding the death of
Mr Cooper wraps around this album like a black cloud.
It is impossible not to think of it without listening deeper
within the music for some sign, some understanding of how the
tragedy came about. Accident or design ? We shall never know.
The release of 'Immolate Yourself' and his demise are connected
so closely in time that hardly a breath hangs between them.
Together, Mr Cooper and Mr Eustis created some dark energy
with this willful and wonderfully wild music.
Two hugely creative minds. A massive collaborative achievement.
The ten compositions which make up this project contain some
of the most intelligent and emotionally affecting sounds
to have evolved out of electronica's chequered history.
It is a distinctive and substantial contribution to the genre.
Rock-solid beats like blocks of granite, stark and immovable.
Washes of swirling half-heard disembodied voices, lost in a sonic fog.
'M' takes one's breath away with its uncompromising vision.
'Mostly Translucent' moves like a shadow over water.
The gradual build-up of layer upon layer of sound is
utterly thrilling. Its ending as ambiguous as its beginning.
'I Made A Tree On The Wold' is infused with a little more
warmth than we encounter elsewhere on the album.
The spirits are still restless however. The swirling central
crecendo is unlike any other sound I have ever heard.
Mesmerizing.
The quasi-industrial wasteland of 'Your Every Idol'
drags you by the hair into a truly nightmarish void.
There is no guide and we are left to fend for ourselves.
Terrifying.
Final track 'Immolate Yourself' could be a portent.
Choked, calamitous, raw and unresolved.
Retrospectively it almost seems as though
the loss was already there in the music.
The album is both an epitaph and a revelation.
Essential.